They're throwing things at me.
Eggs.
Tomatoes.
Crumpled paper cups.
Anything they can grab.
One hits my shoulder, breaks, drips down my arm.
I don't even wipe it off.
I just stand there.
Frozen.
Blinking at the blur of angry faces below the stage.
The noise is deafening shouting, cursing, chanting my name like it's an insult.
"Homewrecker!"
"Slut!"
"Ruined Ken and Jayda!"
I hear every word.
I can't not hear them.
My bodyguards are trying to push through the crowd.
My manager is screaming at me to move.
Dustin is grabbing my arm, pulling, yelling in my ear.
But i don't move.
I can't.
I'm just... watching.
Watching them throw things.
Watching their mouths twist with hate.
Watching them laugh, film me on their phones, like this is entertainment.
Another egg explodes at my feet.
Tomato seeds slide across the stage.
I can taste the acid in the air.
I can taste my own fear.
They think i'm the reason Ken and Jayda broke up.
That IG Story she posted about being ghosted.
That dinner where Ken and I toasted our drama's ratings with the entire production team.
One blurry photo.
One caption taken the wrong way.
Enough for them to decide it was all me.
No one cared that i said nothing happened.
No one wanted to believe it.
I feel something crack inside me.
The security finally reaches me.
They're shielding me now.
Bodyguards trying to cover my head, usher me away.
I stumble once, feel Dustin steady me.
But i don't look at him.
I don't look at anyone.
My eyes are locked on the crowd.
On the fans i used to wave to.
The ones who used to call me their favorite.
Who now look at me like i'm trash.
My chest is tight.
My throat burns.
But i don't cry.
I won't give them that.
Even as they shove me backstage.
Even as the noise fades behind the curtains.
Even as my team yells and panics.
I'm just... numb.
Standing there with egg on my coat, tomato on my shoes.
Trying to remember how it felt to be loved.
And realizing i don't know if i'll ever feel that again.