THE AURA OF HATE [Editing]

FIVE

Today was a really good day.

For me atleast.

Hazel seemed to be pissed for some reason god knows what.

I head to the kitchen, open the fridge, and look inside scrounging for food.

What should we have today?

Waffles? Pancakes?

Meh.... Eat something healthy for once Hayley.

Oats?

Fuck no. Let's just eat chocolate waffles.

I start my preparation for chocolate waffles when my phone rang.

"Hello mother fucker." I pick up the phone and greet them without looking at the caller ID.

So polite Hay.

"Good morning Ms Alsteen. I am calling from Ms Alsteens' office. I wanted to let you know that Ms Alsteen has signed your name in the list of models that will be walking the show day after tomorrow." The guy from the other side speaks.

What the actual fucking fuck?

"YOU'RE SAYING THAT I AM WALKING IN THE SHOW IN 2 FUCKING DAYS?!" I shout harshly.

"Umm yes Ms. Alsteen." he replied.

"Oh Hell no. I ain't doing that. Tell my sister I ain't walking in her show. By the way, who the fuck are you?" I enquire, biting my nails.

"I am Jonathan, Ms Alsteens PA." he replies politely.

Aww he's kind.

"Yea whatever Jonny. I ain't walking in the show in 2 days. Be a dear and tell my sister that." I tell him frustrated.

"Actually ma'am, you'll have to run the show because the contra-" I cut him off.

"I never signed a contract." I tell him, laughing.

You go sis, tell him.

"Um about that Ms Alsteen, already signed the contract for you." he tells me and my laughter dies.

Dammit it I knew I should've made my signature more complicated.

Good job Hay.

"And according to the contract if you don't walk the show, you will have to pay 1 million to Mr. Henderson's company." he says and my eyes go wide.

Oh my fucking god.

Henderson's company? Henderson, my ex! And that too 1 million.

The amount of food I can buy from 1 million and why the fuck would I waste it on that bitch.

"Hello?" Jonny said disturbing my thoughts.

"Bitch, get the runway ready cause the queen is arriving." I tell him and disconnect the call.

I am gonna kill Hazel.

God it was such a tiring day.
All I wanna do is go home, fall on my bed and sleep.

Currently, I am in the elevator waiting to reach my apartment.

After 20 seconds, I finally reach my apartment.

I open the door to see a pitch black background.

Maybe she's out...

As soon as I turned the lights on, I see Hayley sitting on the couch, looking like she's capable of murder.

"You didn't do a good thing today Hazel Alsteen."

"I don't know what are you talking about?" I say pretending to be clueless.

"Oh yea?" She asked while coming near me with her hands turning into tickle fingers.

"Oh no." I screamed running but she caught me and started to tickle me extensively.

"AYO ST-STOP!" I exclaim, laughing, and she does. After a while, we both settle down on the sofa.

"You don't want to walk the show?" I ask her.

"No, but you put me in a hard position babe." she tells me.

"That's what she said if y'know what I mean." I say smirking.

"Why Henderson's company?" she asks me ignoring my comment.

"That's 'cause you hate Henderson with all your life and you would probably rather walk my show then pay him 1 dollar let alone a million." I say smirking.

"Touché." she replied.

Just then I hear a ping from waffle toaster.

"AYY THE WAFFLES ARE DONE!" Hayley screamed excitedly and ran off.

"Oh fuck this looks so appetizing." Hayley says licking her lips and just as she went closer to take a huge ass bite, I snatched it away from her and ate it.

"HEY. THATS MINE! Make your own." she tells me pissed.

"Oh bummer Hay Hay. You're supposed to be working out from today and the whole day tomorrow for the show day after tomorrow." I tell her and she gasps.

"2 FUCKING DAYS WITHOUT THOSE BABIES? I AINT GONNA SURVIVE!" She yells and sighs dramatically.

"Meh, there's a salad for you babe." I tell her munching on the waffle and walk upstairs.

"I hate you." she whispers with a seething tone.

"Love you too Hayley. Nighty night." I greet her and go to my room.

I have a huge day tomorrow, then the day after tomorrow.

With a few more thoughts in my head, I finally succumb to a deep slumber.