The celebrity

Chapter 12

Y/N POV

After ending Melissa's call, I check my phone to see if there's been any more news about me. When I search, I find that many entertainment outlets have posted the image. I see all the titles calling me a whore, wannabe, attention seeker, and home-wrecker almost everything in the book. Reading them causes my tears to stream down my cheeks as I cry.

It was crazy that all these people who didn't know me felt like they had a say in who I am.

I just wanted to disappear.

I went to the bathroom, opened my medicine cabinet, and took out as many medications as I could find, from painkillers to ibuprofen. For a brief moment, I stood there and contemplated the tablets in my palms.

Can I do this? There was a reason why I hate being the center of attention, it was just too much.

Those comments about me being a whore voice in my head, which was making me dizzy, and I just wanted it to stop. So I empty out most of the pill bottles and dump them into my hands and swallowed as many as I could.

Feeling the consequences of the pills my vision began to blur causing me to feel drowsy I hear a pair of footsteps nearing me when the bathroom door flung open I attempted to see who it was but I could hardly see until I heard "hey y/n it's Melissa." smiling hearing her voice I relied "heyyyyy." she said something else which I could not hear until she shouted "I'm calling the hospital."

"No." I was able to respond, "No hospitals please, I hated it the last time." I felt her dragging me, but I couldn't feel anything. Suddenly, my vision darkened and everything went black. When I awoke, I was in the bathtub, the water had gone down on me, and Melissa was giving me the death stare, "you scared me, don't ever do that shit again, what were you thinking y/n." "I wasn't, but thank you for not bringing me to the hospital," I said slowly. "I know I'm just the best, aren't I?" she said with a smile. "How did you know to put me in water?" I chuckled. "To be honest, I didn't; I saw it on a show once and tried my luck; thankfully, it worked, and I have something to tell you that you may not like." "What?" I questioned. "I might have called Scarlett from your phone and told her you overdosed."

When she said that I wasn't quite as tired, I said, "You what, please tell me you didn't." "I did it, and she should feel responsible for what she forced you to do." "She didn't make me do anything, I'm a grown woman, I'm responsible for my own actions," I glared at her for invading my privacy. "Well, she didn't answer anyway, so I just left a voicemail," she said back. When she said, "but I did call Tyson, and I'm pretty sure he's on his way," I signed a relief sign. "You just don't know when to stop, do you?" I said, faking a smile.Tyson entered the bathroom right on cue, scanning me up and down, "Jesus, are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine," he inquired. I lean up to stand and fall back into the tub.

I guess my body wasn't ready for that much activity yet

Tyson dashed towards me, checking to see if I was okay, and then he grabbed me, picking me up bridal style "I got you," he whispered in my ear, and led me downstairs to the couch with Melissa in tow. We all sat down and watched a couple of movies together until Melissa said she needed to get going, and it was just me and Tyson now. He smiled at me, "damn, we haven't seen each other since we went out to that club, yesterday." He looked at me. "You left early last night, did you have somewhere to be?" He reminisced. I was surprised by his question because everyone in the entire world knew what I was up to last night "something I thought was important but now not so much." I said more than I wanted to, and he wiped a tear from my cheek that I hadn't noticed had fallen down my cheek, while his other hand stroked my back, saying, "hey, we don't have to talk about it, okay?" I simply nodded my head. Tyson began to lean in closer until a doorbell rang throughout the house, causing both of us to back away from each other. He then looked at me, as if to say, "Who could that be?" I raised my shoulders, unsure of who might be at my house. I attempted to stand up to see who it was, but my legs buckled beneath me. Tyson gently pushed me back on the couch, saying, "Relax, I've got it." He stood up and walked towards the door, blocking my view. "What the hell," he says shocked, "where is y/n?" I heard as he unlocked the door.