Chapter 10: Tragic shoot

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Luckily Elliot had a car and offered to drive me there. No actually he insisted. He also insisted on coming to the shoot with me for 'moral support' although I repeatedly told him I didn't need it, he was oblivious to my objections, so I gave up. It would make me feel better, even though I told him it wouldn't.

So here we were at the reception desk, as the blonde looked up, I said 'Angela told me to meet her here.'

She was too busy eyeing up Elliot and that really annoyed me for some reason... was I jealous? No course I wasn't we wern't even together.

Just as I opened my mouth to have a go at this blonde, Angela walked out of some double doors just in time. 'You made it great! Bang on time too, if you will just follow me,'

We walked back through the double doors with Angela. Wow! It was amazing in here, everything was white there were a lot of cameras set up in different places and positions, then what looked like umberella's were placed around the room.

'So Marley, first of all just to make you feel comfortable we have put some long dresses I thought would look good on you, in your dressing room which is just through there.' 'Thank you,' I murmured walking through to 'my' dressing room.

The dresses were beautiful!

First off I tried a long floor length purple figure hugging dress with jewels scattered on it, and walked out back to the studio.

Angela clapped her hands together with excitement and showed me how to pose, I did what she told me and I sneaked a glance at Elliot and smirked, he had a funny look on his face and when he saw me looking he blushed. Yeah thats right he blushed.

He looked so cute I just couldn't help myself burst out laughing at him, and the cameras were still taking photos.

'Wow, those photos are great with you laughing, it gives the photo character,'

#### Elliots point of view ####

God, she was sexy, especially in those long dresses, and her posing.

And her laugh was like music to my ears.

I watched on whilst she posed in one dress then another.

I watched Angela walk up to Marley, then hand her some short shorts, and a crop top. Watching her caught up in the moment she rushed into her dressing room.

After about a minute she walked out and I froze.

I was so shocked and angry at what I saw!

It felt like a knife had stabbed my heart.

Numerous scars all over body, who had done this!? I would kill whoever did this!! Rip their head right off!!

Marley seemed oblivious to the stares she was getting from the whole studio, until the photographer wasn't taking photos, she looked over at me and her eyes widened, suddenly I felt the need to protect her, running up to her I picked her up bridal style and carried her to her dressing room.

As I set her down, she was crying her eyes out, felt like I had been stabbed all over again.

'Hey, hey shhhh, don't cry.' I whispered I hugged her, and she hung onto me for dear life.

'I forgot,' She whispered into my ear. 'How could I forget?'

#### Marley's point of view #####

I can't believe what I have just done! I walked straight out into that studio lost in my own world of happiness, I had forgotten about my scars. When I looked at Elliot, his eyes were burning with anger, pain and sadness.

He had easily picked me up, and saved me. Like a knight in shining armour. Wait, were was this coming from.

All of a sudden I had begun to feel a pull towards Elliot, I wanted to be around him all of the time. Why was that?

I had got to keep the long dresses from the photoshoot we had used which I was glad about, I had talked with Angela and she said she would just do shoots with full length clothing, I didn't want to tell her anything about my past and she didn't pry, but her eyes were full of pity as if she knew.

Along with the tragic photoshoot, I had begun to get aches and pains all over my body and it was quite unpleasant. Though Elliot looked after me. I smiled at the thought.

Atleast there was something to look forward to, my birthday was in two weeks. And I will be officially eighteen. FINALLY!

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