Chapter 62 - To New Beginnings

A/N: YALL! The story is NOT over. It's NOT complete. Lol. Idk why Wattpad keeps playing with me, but it's not over. I'm not sure how to fix it because it's not marked as complete in my settings so it must be a glitch, but we are NOWHERE NEAR DONE with Sadé & Marshall. So here's to a new chapter and way more to come! 🥂

Sadé's POV:

— Thursday, November 3rd

It was early in the morning when Marshall and I had gotten ready for our day. I really didn't want to get out of bed, but he forced me to. I wore a simple outfit. I didn't bother putting in any effort. I threw on some dark grey sweatpants, a white long sleeve shirt, and my white crocs. I took a random jacket with me that I had. My hair was in a messy bun, I didn't put on any makeup, and I didn't bother with a purse. I only brung my phone, my ID, and some money in case I needed it.

Marshall said I looked cute, but I didn't think so. I felt so bleh. I think I looked alright. I didn't bother taking a picture of my outfit or posting anything amidst all the drama because I simply didn't care anymore. I meant what I said when I said that I quit. If the world can't learn to respect my boundaries, then they can't have access to me. Period.

We were heading to the police station for questioning about what happened. Marshall was driving while I gave him directions on where to go. Other than that, I wasn't really saying much. I was pretty quiet. I was just ready to get it over with.

We arrived a few minutes later. We both got out the car, going inside. We were greeted by a few officers who led us to a room. It was only furnished with a table, chairs, a lamp, and a few bottles of water. There were also "mirrors" in the room, but I knew they were double sided. The lights above were on, but it was still a little dim. I've never been inside of a room like this.

I mean, I wasn't a princess... I've been detained here and there. For all the right reasons, but never arrested or booked. And I've definitely never been questioned before so this was a new experience for me. Marshall must've felt my nerves radiating off of my body because he gave the hand he was holding a squeeze as we both sat down in the room.

"It'll be okay. Just answer the questions and it'll be over before you know it."

"Okay..." I replied.

I took a deep breath as I looked around. Yea, this definitely was not the place for me. I can't believe criminals have been here. I'd never be able to go to jail if push comes to shove. Nuh uhh. Just then an investigator came into the room, taking a seat across from us.

"Hello, Ms.Myers and Mr.Mathers. How are we doing to day?" The man greeted as we shook hands.

"Alright." I replied taking my hand back.

"Great. My name is Cody Jones, and I'll be conducting the questioning for today. If at anytime you would like to stop or need to take a breather, please let me know and we can do so with no issues at all."

He then proceeded to read out our rights, explain how we must try to be as truthful as possible at all times, and how it is in our best interest to not commit perjury. Marshall didn't really like this though. He wasn't too fond of police, which I could tell as it was very apparent today. We've had multiple discussions regarding police in todays society during our late night conversations.

"Respectfully, why are you telling her this? You're acting as if she's the one who did it. As if she didn't just have her home broken into." He grumbled.

"It's just protocol, Mr.Mathers." Cody explained.

"Yea, for criminals. I think I'd know about that one." Marshall replied back, glaring at him.

"Marshall, please... Can we just get this over with? I'm not feeling comfortable here." I tried to defuse the argument from going any further.

"Fine." Marshall said.

"Thank you. We'll now get started on the questions." Cody said.

With that, the questioning started. Cody took notes as I answered all his questions. Here's how it went:

C: "What happened? Be as specific as possible."

S: I explained to him in detail everything that happened. How I was leaving Detroit, came home, found my apartment broken into, checked it out, called Marshall, then police, then Jordyn. I told him everything from start to finish.

C: "What was the date, time, and duration of the incident?"

S: "November first at around 11pm. It carried on until the early morning of November second."

C: "How many times did this happen, that you're aware of?"

S: "Just one."

C: "Where did it happen?"

S: "At my apartment located here in Chicago. The address is 1428 Elm Street.

C: "How did it happen?"

S: "I- I don't know... That's what I'm trying to figure out. My address was leaked by an anonymous account that shares their distaste for me, but as far as how someone broke in, I don't know. The complex is highly secured because it's a luxury complex and is high end.

C: "Did anyone else see it happen?"

S: "Not that I know of. My manager was there, and so was my boyfriend Marshall to comfort me.

C: "Who? Just give me their first and last names."

S: "Jordyn Woods and Marshall Mathers."

C: "What did they say and/or do in response?"

S: "I called Marshall first. He told me to call the police to file a police report then to call Jordyn to come and be by my side. He gave me words of encouragement, and drove hours from Detroit to Chicago just to come be by my side. After I called Jordyn, telling her what happened, she came from her house to make sure I wasn't alone and was safe."

C: "Was there physical contact with said intruder?"

S: "No."

C: "Do you know why the incident or behavior occurred?"

S: "No. like I said: My address was leaked to the media and then it occurred afterwards."

C: "Do you have any suspicions on who the intruder could possibly be? For any reasons at all."

S: "No. This was completely unexpected."

C: "Do you know anyone else who can shed light on this incident?"

S: Yes, Jordyn and Marshall. Maybe a few neighbors or workers in the building."

C: "Has this affected you and/or your work? If so, how?"

S: Yes. I am emotionally and mentally drained from what's happened. I work out of my apartment at times for certain content that I need for social media, and now I am no longer able to do so. I'm also sent PR packages, brand deals, etc to my apartment that I must promote, which I am no longer able to do. It's all been out on pause because I now have to find a new place to live. In the meantime, I am living in Detroit, but my business is located in Chicago so you can assume how that effects my work as well. It's difficult with travel. It's made me unmotivated to continue work if I'm being completely honest..."

C: "I do apologize for your distress, Ms.Myers. Do you have any physical evidence of the incident you can share (e.g. emails, notes, etc.)?"

S: "Yes. I have pictures and videos that I took of all the damages. I also have phone logs of when I called certain people and the police. I also have screenshots of the account sharing my private information to the public. My lawyers also have all this information as well who can send it over to you guys."

C: "How would you like us to address/resolve this situation?"

S: "By finding whoever did this. Find who broke into my home and who leaked my address. I want them to rot in the deepest parts of hell respectfully please."

C: "Would you like for criminal charges to be pressed against whomever the person or persons are that may be found guilty?"

S: "Yes."

C: "Is there anything else you want to tell me about the issue?"

S: "No. That's it."

I finished my questionnaire when they asked me to step out, but for Marshall to remain in the room for his questioning.

"What questioning? I thought I was the only one being asked?" I asked them both confused.

"That's correct, but you listed Mr.Mathers as a witness. Since he's here now, I'll just go ahead and question him as well." Cody replied.

I looked over at Marshall who was showing no emotion on his face.

"Why do I have to leave though? He stayed here with me." I defended.

I held on to Marshall's hand, feeling anxious.

"It's fine, baby. They just need to ask me a few questions then I'll be right out." He gave me a reassuring look.

"It's for some confidential questions that I can't ask in front of the one who reported the incident, you. It's protocol." Cody explained once again.

I just looked in between him and Marshall. I wasn't feeling this, but Marshall knows more than I do about this topic so I trust him. And Cody, well he's the investigator, so I guess I'll trust him. To an extent though because I'll never fully trust any authority figure in any profession. I got up, making my way to the door as I was escorted out by another officer. They sat me in the lobby while I patiently waited for Marshall to finish up. It's not like I could be on my phone to pass time because it's broken anyways. So I just played with my nails nervously.

Marshall's POV:

— In Thee Interrogation Room

Thank God this investigator dude ain't say anything about me needing to talk to him about the hate account. I would've been in deep shit if Sade found out about it this way. Paul had called them yesterday to let them know about our own little investigation and our findings, and I guess he wanted to discuss it further in detail. So here I am, sat up in a damn interrogation room, telling the pigs what I know. I really didn't want it to have to come to this, but we really didn't have any other choice. As long as it was to help protect Sae in the end, then I'll do it.

We started with the regular questions that were asked since I was considered a witness because I showed up for my lady. It went a little something like this:

C: "What did you witness? Provide as many details as you can."

M: "My girl being a complete wreck because this bullshit happened. I went in and saw her entire apartment was ran through. Shit was destroyed, things were shattered, out of place, everything. It didn't even look like her place anymore."

C: "What was the date, time, and duration of the incident or behavior you witnessed?"

M: "She called me around midnight in Detroit. I didn't get to Chicago until a few hours later at around 3 in the morning. It happened a couple days ago."

C: "Where did it happen?"

M: "At her apartment located at 1428 Elm Street."

C: "Who was involved?"

M: "Sadé and the intruder, that we don't know. I got a few suspicions though."

C: "Okay, we'll discuss those suspicions later. What did each person do and say?"

M: I wasn't there. She said no one was there where she checked it out."

C: "Did anyone else see it happen? Who?"

M: "Probably. Ask those grimy ass neighbors of hers and those workers in the building."

C: "Mr.Mathers, if you could please refrain from swearing, it would be greatly appreciated."

M: "I don't give a fuck about what's appreciated or not."

C: "... What did you do after Ms.Myers informed you of the incident?"

M: "I made sure she was alright, I told her to call the police to file a police report, and to call Jordyn. Then I drove to be here for her, and to support her."

C: "Did you say anything to the parties involved in response to what you witnessed?"

M: "I just told you what I said to Sadé over the phone. Why you asking me the same questions, dawg?"

C: "It's just the list of questions that I have here that must be asked and answered."

M: "Whatever."

C: "Did you tell anyone else about the incident? Who?"

M: "Yes. Jordyn Woods and Paul Rosenberg."

C: "Do you know why the incident occurred?"

M: "Because some fucker leaked her address online. As far as the motive behind it - No."

C: "Do you have physical evidence of the incident you can share?"

M: "Not on me. My Manager, Paul, can send it over though."

C: "Do you know anyone else who can shed light on this incident?"

M: "Jordyn and Paul."

C: "Is there anything else you want to tell me that I haven't asked you?"

"You already know that there is. Don't act like a fucking prude." I scoffed.

"I'm aware. Like it said it-" He started, but I cut him off.

"It's protocol. Yea yea." I mocked him, "Let's cut all the bullshit and get to the chase. I got some shit that I need to be looked into that will benefit both you and me." I told him leaning my arms on the table.

"Go ahead." He waited for me to talk, cutting out the whole professionalism act.

"Me and my team got some information about the account that leaked the address. I know you all just want to do you job, and catch whoever did it so you can say you helped solve a celebrity break in case; Well we just want this person to back up off my lady. Permanently." I explained to him sternly.

"Okay. Tell us what you all found." He leaned back in his seat, folding his arms intrigued.

"We possibly got a person of interest is what we know of. We also have some possible motives, screenshots of threats, other leaked private information like photos, emails, and other shit. The only reason why we don't know who it is, is because we can't find a location on 'em. They're using what y'all call a VIN..."

"VPN." He corrected me.

"Yea, whatever. That. And it's pinging to all these crazy ass places. They also haven't shared any of their own personal information on the account so we're stumped. Maybe y'all can help us with that." I shrugged.

"We definitely can. We can't track live, encrypted, VPN traffic, but we can definitely find their location through their internet service provider... The only downside to that is that we'll need a court order. Without it we can't gain access to it because it's illegal, man." He sighed, a smug look on his face.

"Are you fucking serious. You don't think this shit warrants for a fucking court order?!" I snapped at him.

"Listen, it's not that this doesn't warrant for a court order because it does. It's just that it's going to take some time considering we don't have a suspect or any motive yet for that matter. They already take days to obtain, but now since we're working with practically nothing except for a broken home, a little bit of evidence that we found there, and some tweets, it could take weeks to get this court order." Cody hissed.

"Alright... Just get it fucking done." I said through gritted teeth as I got up from my chair, leaving the room.

While I was in there before I stormed out, we had talked about Karinna in more detail, and more about what exactly me, Jordyn, and Paul have done to try and solve it on our own. It felt like we were finally getting somewhere, but also nowhere at the same time. It was frustrating.

All I know is that it better be solved soon or else everybody in this police department was going to be shitting bricks. And as far as Karinna goes, I got something for her ass when we get back. She better not even think about returning to work.

I made my way back to Sadé in the lobby where she looked bored out of her mind. They let us know that we could go back to the apartment later this evening to pack all her things. They also informed us that they'll be in contact with the both of us again soon before we left.

Sadé's POV:

— A Few Hours Later

After Marshall and I had gotten back to the hotel we decided that we should go back to my apartment to start packaging. So we split up, using our time wisely. I went with Drew and another security guard, Justin, to run errands. We had made a stop at the Apple Store to get myself a new phone, stopped by my family to update them on what was happening... although I didn't exactly tell them about Marshall because I just don't like people in my relationship business (but my sister knew because we were close like that), and stopped by Target to get some packaging supplies. While I was out doing that, Marshall had gone with his other two security over to my apartment to start packing for me. They were putting things in their cars and whatever else that wasn't as important at the moment like furniture, etc. in storage for the time being.

I was so thankful for Marshall. I don't think I could go through this without him, honestly. He was being so patient with me and so kind. He was right by me every step of the way when he didn't even have to be. He was helping me move, making sure I was okay, making sure I ate because I wasn't even in the mood to eat because I've just been so down, and even let me stay with him until I found a new place to live. He took time off of work for me and raced over here in a heartbeat and didn't even bat an eye. I adored him so much for that.

I was currently driving back to my apartment to meet up with Marshall finally. We got there 15 minutes later, getting off at my floor. I entered he apartment, and it was practically spotless. Wow, these men work fast. My entire kitchen was packed and empty, and so was my dining room, living room, and balcony. We were literally only separated for a few hours, and half of my place is already packed.

I was making my way way to the bedroom where Marshall was when two of his security guards walked past me, carrying more boxes.

"How are y'all packing everything so dang fast?" I asked them.

"Mr.Mathers said to have it all done by tonight. Don't wanna be on his bad side so we're having it done by tonight." One of them shrugged.

"Well, thank you all. I really appreciate it. Truly." I thanked them.

"It's no problem, Miss Myers. And he specifically said he didn't want you packing anything; To just sit there and look pretty." The other one piped up as they both walked away.

Chile. He really has these men putting in work. One thing about Marshall, is that he's going to make sure others treat me with the utmost respect, especially in his presence. I didn't even reply. I just shook my head, amused. Drew and Justin started packing up the bathrooms and guest bedroom with the supplies I bought from the store before we got here.

I entered the bedroom to find Marshall with his shirt off, putting things in my suitcases. He was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and his air maxes. I guess he had gotten hot from all the movement. There was music playing from his phone, and he was rapping along to some lyrics of old school rap as he went through the process, his muscles flexing. He looked so attractive right here. I walked over to him, tapping him on the shoulder lightly. He turned around, looking at me.

"Hi, love." I greeted him.

"Hey, pretty girl." He gave me a quick hug.

"Why do you have these men working hard and not hardly working?" I teased him.

I had this sudden sense of calmness wash over me. I wasn't sad or angry in this specific moment like I had been these past couple of days. I was just content, I guess. When I was in his presence I felt like everything was going to be okay and work itself out because he had told me it would and believed so. So even if I didn't, he did, which made me feel at ease.

"Because you don't need to be lifting a finger. Just relax. Just sit there and look pretty for me." He replied nonchalantly as he continued to stuff my suitcase, saying exactly what the others said he had.

"Thank you." I told him sweetly.

"For what?"

"For being here for me and helping me out when I needed someone the most, which was you. Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me, Sae... I'd do anything for you." He stopped what he was doing to tell me.

There was this moment of silence where we just looked at each other before smiling.

"Now, let me help you guys." I got off the bed, going over to help him pack my clothes.

"No. Go sit down." He told me sternly.

"Marshall, let me help." I replied back equally as stubborn.

"I got it. We're almost done anyways. We just have the bedroom, walk-in closet, and a few small things here and there." He argued back.

"Okay, then let me do something so we can get it over with." I insisted.

"Sadé." He gave me a serious look.

"Marshall." I bickered, making a face.

"Don't start." He grunted.

"Don't start what?" I asked him innocently.

"That thing where you make that face just to get you're way because you're spoiled and you know I won't tell you no. Don't start." He gave me a side eye.

"Then let me do something. And I'm not spoiled, and I don't make any type of face!" I gasped.

"Yea, Ight. Who are you fooling?" He said underneath his breath.

I didn't reply. I ignored what he said, starting to help him pack. He gave me a death glare, making me feel intimidated like he would when I first met him. Whenever he gives me that look, I always feel that way. And he knows it.

"You're so stubborn. Go ahead and pack your clothes in your walk-in closet, girl." He grumbled as he began to move my empty dresser.

I happily obliged, packing my walk-in closet into boxes, and some things that I absolutely wanted to take with me into suitcases. Thankfully, only a few things were stolen, but nothing I couldn't replace or that was important. It was really just a few purses, pairs of heels, jewelry, and paintings.

— Some Hours Later

While I was alone in the room after awhile, I felt myself become saddened and emotional. I was practically done packing it all up, when it really hit me. After today I'll never be coming back here. This will no longer be where I lay my head at night. And the fact that this decision wasn't even my choice to make made me feel even more sad, and a little upset. I still can't get over how betrayed I felt by the media and my own supporters. I didn't even realize I was crying until I saw my own tears wet my clothes that I was folding.

I didn't try to stop myself from crying though because I knew it would be no use. I just decided to let it out, but keep it quiet so that I didn't bother anyone. They were all already doing so much for me so I didn't want to concern them or burden them with my emotions. I also wanted a moment to just be by my lonesome and think about everything: To process it all, and make sense of it. I just needed to find some type of clarity, and to gather all of my emotions & sort them out.

I continued to sniffle quietly, not making it obvious that I was crying as the security came in and out, putting the boxes into our cars to move to storage. Everything was moving along fine until I accidentally got caught sniffling by Drew.

"Are you alright, Miss?" He asked me politely.

"I'm fine, thank you." I brushed him off.

"Are you sure? You know it's okay to tell me if something is bothering you. Mr.Mathers has made me you're security too." He put the box he was holding down on the counter.

He watched me as I sat on the floor, continuing to put purses into more boxes as we spoke to one another.

"I don't think this is what he's paying you for, Drew." I joked lightly.

"I can't care?" He asked sarcastically, "I have a heart too, you know. I've been protecting you for a while since you walked into Mr.Mathers' life. I'd say we're pretty close. Don't you?"

"Yea. You're pretty cool." I replied smugly, wiping my tears.

"I try to be... I have kids of my own. Two little girls. As a father, I wouldn't want her to go through this alone. I'd want her to have someone she can talk to about it, like how you have Marshall. But giving you a fathers perspective, know everything will be okay in the end. You'll get through this and come out stronger." He gave me a small nod and smile before grabbing the box and leaving the room.

Drew was alright in my books. He was very kind spirited, and always looked out for me. Him giving me that advice did make me feel better. I needed to have a little bit of faith in myself that this situation wasn't going to break me. I am stronger than that. Even though, I am feeling hurt, feeling how ever I may be feeling, I needed to trust the process. And Marshall's words replayed in my mind too. He was constantly telling me that everything would be alright. Maybe I should believe him.

I still quit social media though. Call me stubborn, but I don't care. I'll never forgive the media for that. It was all types of messed up. It just rubbed me the wrong way entirely.

Marshall came in shortly after. He now had his shirt and sweater back on, and wore his hat. He took a seat beside me, a cute look plastered on his face.

"Hi." He simply said.

"Hi." I replied back nicely.

"How are you feeling?" He checked on me.

"I feel... fair." I sighed.

"That's better. Are you ready to go back home to Detroit tonight?" He questioned as he zipped up the last and final suitcase for me.

"Home?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Yea. My home is your home now. I'm okay with that if you are. You know I got you, Sadé."

"Yea..." I said quietly.

I looked away as I felt my breathing pick up. It wasn't because of anger or confusion or sadness though.

"What's wrong?" He asked me softly, draping his arm over my shoulders.

"I'm just scared."

"Of?"

"Everything. Like how I'm forced to go on this new journey of my life. I'm scared of change. I'm just so used to being here, and now this is the last time. I loved this place with all my heart. I made so much progress here, learned to love myself here, went through bad times and good times here. I made so many memories here. I'm just scared to leave it behind I guess." I admitted.

"It's okay to move on from things, people, and even places. You'll still have all those memories in your heart and in that cute little brain of yours. You'll make more memories at my place like you have already, and even more at your new home wherever that shall be. You're moving on in life and growing. Look at it this way, I read this quote somewhere and it was like: "Sometimes God closed doors because it's time to move forward. He knows you won't move unless your circumstances force you. Trust the transition." So trust the process, look at the brighter side, baby. You may be leaving this part of your life because you had no choice, but the next part will be even better." He gave me kiss on the cheek, causing me to smile.

"You can live in a bigger apartment, maybe even become a home owner, have more opportunities, whatever. Don't worry about it." He clarified.

I nodded my head in agreement. He looked at me with an expression on his face that I couldn't read. Then he grabbed my face, kissing me sweetly, but not in a way that it turned into a make out session. It took me by surprise because I wasn't expecting it, but nonetheless, I melted into his touch. When he pulled away, he looked at me sheepishly, and his cheeks were tinted pink.

"Sorry. I just- I... You looked cute." He scratched the back of his head, swallowing his lips.

"Awe. You're cute too, love." I replied with a grin.

He cleared his throat before talking again.

"So... Your work. Are you really giving up social media?" He asked me now turning all serious on me.

"Yes. I quit. And I mean that wholeheartedly. There's nothing that could change my mind." I told him honestly.

"You don't even want to try just taking a break first before you just decide to up and quit?" He looked for confirmation.

"Nope." I said popping the p, confirming that I quit.

He just looked at me with zero emotion. He ran his hand over his face, seemingly stressed out by my response.

"What about your fashion brand?" He questioned.

"I'll still do that. I'm not documenting it for the world to see anymore though." I shrugged, not caring enough.

That's the only thing I'll do. I'll still create for my sunglasses line, but other than that it's a no go. I was planning on filming the entire process, but I don't want to anymore. I simply don't want anyone to take away the one thing that brings me joy when it comes to work because they already took away filming and posting, and just being active on social media in general. So I'm going to protect my business at all costs like it's my baby because it is.

"How am I going to do that though? My warehouse is here, and so is my team." Realization quickly hit me.

"We'll figure it out. We can travel here whenever you need to, you can do zoom calls like you did when you visited me. We aren't that far away." He suggested.

"Okay..." I replied back uneasily.

"You ready to go now?" He asked me as he got up, grabbing my hand to pull me up.

I looked around the room that was now spotless. I looked back at him, licking my lips anxiously.

"I suppose so." I told him with a shaky breath.

He grabbed my hand, leading us both out the room as he handed the suitcase to one of the security to put in my car. We double checked the entire place making sure everything was as good as could be, and that I had everything. We walked to the front door before I stopped, making Marshall follow suit. I took a deep breath as a single tear rolled down my cheek. This place will forever mean a lot to me, and I'm soooo thankful for all the memories I made here and how far I've come in my journey to even be able to afford to live in a place like this.

"To new beginnings." I whispered.

Marshall squeezed my hand supportively before we made our way to the lobby. I went to the leasing office, signing off to end my leasing contract and turning in my keys. Marshall and I walked to our cars; I was going to be with him in his car, while two security followed in their own car, and the other two drove my car back. We already had our things from the hotel so with that he started driving, making our way to Detroit.