behind cameras | harry lewis.

1 ~ the audacity

c h a p t e r o n e

'"absolutely pathetic."'

All Clementine could do was nod her head pretending that she was listening. Trying her best to swallow the heartbreak and anger, slowly expanding in her chest. She didn't know how long she could sit in that room for anymore, listening to everyone talk about advertisement and photoshoots and feeling the raft of his stare on her body. His eyes trailing ever so slightly on every single part of her.

It felt like time froze but everything was still carrying on normally. Well not exactly as normal Clementine could hope for.

As she closed her eyes, resting her head in the nook of her elbows on the table, not bothering at all to act like she was listening to a thing they was all going on about, all she could see was his lips on her neck. Her hands in his hair. Them wrapped around in the sheets of Clemmie's bed.

Squeezing her eyes as tight as possible, trying to get the image of Cash, her boyfriend, and a girl she hoped that she would never have to face again, out of her head forever.

All she wanted was to go to sleep. She didn't get the most amazing sleep in the world last night.

After having an exhausting day finishing an 18 hour photoshoot, and then going out to her and her best friend's favourite bakery beside the green - all she wanted was a good rest in her own bed. When she walked in on Cash, she knew a slightly non terrible day got a whole lot rubbish.

She was dumb-founded, seeing her near four year old relationship go down the drain. In the pouring rain she ran as fast as she could go in two 2'inch high heels. She could partly hear the muffled sound of somebody calling her name but Clementine knew she couldn't go back to her penthouse apartment and face the lies her boyfriend would of told her. So she decided to go the people she saw only minutes ago. Remi and Geneviève.

During the meeting her back ached as she only had an hours sleep on a couch. Which, as she thinks now, is probably only for decorating purposes.

"Clementine, êtes-vous d'accord avec ces conditions? Vous devez signer le contrat d'un an. Clementine. Do you agree with these terms. You need to sign the one year contract." She looked up to the sudden change of french to english. Her manager. Ms Moreau knew to use english to track her back to reality, knowing its her first language.

It felt like ten or so pairs of eyes were laid upon her figure when it was about four. Clementines greasy hair pulled up into a messy bun, a sage green jumper and baggy, dark brown joggers. She didn't care what she looked like because she knew it reflected what her heart was right now.

"Clemmie, clem. Hey, hey." The sound of his voice mixed with her nicknames made her fully come back to reality. She realised his hands were laced upon hers. Jumping at the sudden realisation of contact, throwing his big hands compared to hers off of her.

Turning her head to look beside her, looking at Cash. Almost seeing a shine of sorrow in his eyes, "You do not have the audacity to call me those names. Never again." Clemmie spoke as blunt as she could.

"Babe-" He was cut of from a side eye death glare, "Clementine, I'm sorry, truly. Please believe me."

Her ex boyfriend went on more about how she should forgive him but his voice was boring her by the second, "You were talking about signing something. What am I signing and can we please just get it over with?" Sighing, she turned to look at her manager sat at one of the ends of the table but still next to her.

"I think it's going to take a little more time than what you are expecting, Miss Flynn." Ms Moreau addressed her client formally knowing she wasn't going to like what she had to sign and do next.