Tethered ? Awsten Knight

Long time no see!

Been working on this one for a few months now and I decided it is time that it sees the light of day.

Heads up it will feature Mature content.

Anyways! This is just a story - one I've really enjoyed writing and researching and bringing characters to life. ITS JUST A STORY THAT SHARES THE SAME NAME AS SOME REAL LIFE PEOPLE AND I AM IN NO WAY SAYING THESE ARE THE IRL'S THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS OKAY!!?!

and yes the title is a Gwen Stefani reference.

Song for this chapter is Funeral Grey by Waterparks :)

enjoy folks and buckle up! Really hope you like it! you're in for a wild ride

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February 19th, 2021

4:39 PM

"You can go fuck yourself!" I yelled into the phone before hanging up and throwing it on my bed.

Fuck this city.

Fuck Hollywood.

Fuck everyone and everything.

"FUCK!" I yelled to myself in frustration, grabbing my pillow and hugged it to my face while I cried angrily.

Quite the introduction, right?

I'm Tatum. I moved from New York City with my best friend Francesca just about two years ago after we graduated from NYU. Moving here started as a dream and recently became a nightmare. A quickly developing and very vivid nightmare.

I'm currently stuck in a lawsuit with the dance company I'm signed to, Andromeda, and my manager, who have been stealing money from their clients for the past five or so years. The FBI just busted them about two weeks ago at this point.

So now I'm stuck in a contract with this fucking shithead for another year unless my lawyer figures out a loophole to get me free.

And I was starting to think my parents had been right about everything.

"You okay in there?" Francesca called out from her room.

"Yeah," I mumbled, lifting my head when I saw her in my doorway.

"Tatum...it's going to be okay."

"But it's not right now. It's not." I cried out again, hugging my pillow to my face while she came and sat down beside me.

"I know the past year has been really hard for you. I'm so sorry."

"Maybe this is just how it goes for me. I should just pack up and go back to New York - better yet home to Houston."

"This is not how it goes for you." Francesca scolded and tucked a strand of my wet hair from my tears behind my ear. "Everyone goes through tough shit in life. It's just going to make you stronger - and you literally hate Houston. You know I'm here for you."

"Everybody keeps telling me it's going to make me stronger, but when Fran? I can't take another thing. I really can't."

"I know. Your lawyer is going to figure it out and everything is going to be fine. They're not going to win the case, and there has to be other things you can do. You still have those festivals in the summer and a few music videos, yeah?"

"Yeah and a reminder of the money I should be making from them." I sat up a little and rubbed my eyes. 

"Okay, but you also have your music. Don't let these shitheads bring you down and forget all the hard work you've put into getting to be where you're at. This is just a little hiccup. It's going to be okay."