It Will Make A Comeback

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

"So Lola," the TV host looked over at me and smirked, "tell us, we've all been dying to know about how you grew up! Did your childhood inspire you to write these fitness books and become such an inspiration for so many young women today?" She waited for my answer; and so did I.

I was so used to these boring interviews after my health and fitness books became so popular, but this was different. Deborah Barnes didn't ask about the benefits of incorporating avocados in to your diet; she asked about my past. I looked at her make-up caked face and stared deeply in to her caramel brown eyes. I could feel my heart start to race as she cleared her throat.

"Lola," she uttered my name and looked over at the camera. "Looks like Lola Mackey has some secrets that she doesn't wish to share about her childhood, hm we"ll get to the bottom of it after these messages!" She shouted and the camera man signaled to her that we were off.

Deborah scoffed at me and rolled her eyes. The make up crew scurried over and began touching up her face.  She closed her eyes and leaned back as one the artist wiped away her smudged eyeliner. I fidgeted in my seat and tried to come up with something to say. I couldn't tell the truth. My past was an absolute nightmare and I am lucky to be alive. I don't remember most of it, mainly because I've spent so many years trying to forget it.

"This time when I ask you a question you must answer it." Deborah demanded. She wagged her finger at me and sat up straight. 3....2....1.... LIVE!

"Welcome back everyone, today on Deborah, Will Let Ya, Knowwwww we've been sitting down with the one and only Lola Mackey to discuss her new health and fitness books titled BE THE BEST YOU. Before the break I asked Lola about her childhood and she froze like a little icicle!" Deborah laughed and the fake audience laugh played in the background. "Now that she's had some time, to uh, melt," insert laughs again, "we are back to see her answer." Deborah looked at me and flashed her fake smile. 

"Well," I sighed and flashed my own fake smile, "It's complicated." I kept smiling and hers quickly faded. 

"Tell us!!!" She screamed and then she looked desperately in to the camera, as if she was pleading her audience to love her.

"I don't see what is has to do with anything." I groaned and put my hands together. "Listen, Deborah, I'd love to tell you and all your viewers about living healthy lifestyles and how my books can-" 

"Listen, Lola, we've all been dying to know about how you grew up! Did your childhood inspire you to write these fitness books and become such an inspiration for so many young women today?" She asked the same question but in an angrier tone. I felt a wave of frustration come over me and I stood up. Deborah gasped and started shaking her head back and forth. 

"I've had it with you and your questions, I'm done." I turned swifly and walked as fast as I could to my dressing room.

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The limo door slammed shut behind me and I could still make out the cries of the papparazzi and the flashes of their obnoxious cameras. My manager, Gigi, hopped in the other side and covered her ear so she could hear the person she was on the phone with. 

"Yes, yes, yes. She can do that," Gigi signaled at the driver to go, "..my client is not comfortable with questions regarding her past. No she has not murdured anyone?!" Gigi looked at me and cringed. I laughed at her. She pushed the phone away from her and whispered to me.

"I'm sorry, so sorry. Why the fuck would anyone ask me if you've murdured someone? I just don't know." She sighed.

"It's fine, I messed up. I don't know what happened in there. Now it's all over the news and Deborah will get all this publicity." I moaned and leaned my head against the window and watched the gray buildings fly past. 

"Oh shut up, you have the right to your own privacy. That Deborah bitch was pushing you. Don't worry about it, everything is taken care of." Gigi adjusted her glasses and put the phone back up to her ear. 

"Sir, sir. Sorry, yes. Since your last question was unnecessarily rude my client is no longer insterested. Thank you. Goodbye." She hung up. I gasped and grabbed her arm. 

"Gigi! Wasn't that the guy from Nike?" I screeched. She laughed and stuffed her phone in her purse.

"Yes Lola, I told you not to worry. Everything is taken care of. He will call back tonight begging for forgiveness with an even larger offer for you. Don't worry." She smiled. I rolled my eyes and took a sip of my water. Gigi took out her little blue notebook and jotted something down. 

"Hey," she said and she licked her lips, "I've been working for you for 3 years and I don't know anything about your past either." She wrinkled her forehead and looked over at me. I bit my lip and shrugged. "I mean, it's okay. You don't have to share. It is just weird nothing has come up and I haven't noticed it. That's all." She went back to scribbling in her notebook. I gazed out the window again and closed my eyes. I could picture a little white house, the size of a shack, with front steps and a tiny porch. A woman was sitting on the porch waving. She was my mother. I gasped and opened my eyes. 

"What the fuck? Lola! Are you alright?" Gigi shreeked. 

"Driver! Let us out here." I ordered.