At the age of 17 Mariana Deliro is given a multi-million dollar company, by who? That's anyone's guess. Money may seem like a blessing but don't be fooled, it's a curse in disguise. With money comes: lying, deceit, betrayals and even a twisted myste...
A/n Tw for this chapter. She's not attempting but it is relatively similar.
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The lady takes my fingerprints, one by one, dipping them in black ink and covering them fully. It's a quick process and is done within a few minutes. Once I'm done she lets me go to the bathroom to wash it off.
She escorts me to the front of the station, to the general area where the entrance and exit are located. Cameras relentlessly snap through the front glass windows, even more so when I appear in their view.
My friends are all wating, sat boredly on the chairs lining the walls of the station. Jackson is stood up, he paces back and forth, one of his hands holding his head. He suddenly comes to a stop and his body immediately turns to see me.
He rushes over to me and pulls me into his body. When I hit his hard chest my arms wrap around him.
He puts his hands on either side of my face before pulling back slightly so that he can get a better read on me. "Are you ok?" He asks.
"Are you- Are you hurt?" I ask, looking him over.
"No."
"Then I'm good." I reply and he smiles before pulling me tightly against him.
We stay like that for a few minutes, our arms wrapped around one another.
Even when we pull away he keeps one arm wrapped around my shoulder. His hold tightens when we leave the building and into the swarm of desperate press.
Cameras flash and we get pushed around from all angles. They push and shove each other, trying to take as many photos as possible. They talk and shout over one another and I can't even make out a full sentence over all the ruckus.
The continuous clicking of cameras sounds to much like guns.
The blinding lights like police cars.
I have to fight for my life to merely hold onto my boyfriend.
I'm completely and utterly exhausted.
My body is drained and I'm so overwhelmed.
"I'll hold a press conference another day, just please leave me alone." I beg them to listen to me but I doubt they can hear me over all the noise.
Jackson tries his best to make room for us to get through but with the amount of people swarming us he's having a difficult time. Especially since were outside of a police station and he doesn't want to get taken in for assault and with all the cameras around us that wouldn't end well.
I sheild my face from the blinding lights, hoping they'll stop.
They follow us as we walk to Jackson's car, no matter how fast we walk, they are right there with us.
Jackson forcefully opens the passenger door and I slide in the seat. I strap in quickly, more than ready to get the hell out of here.
He makes his way to the drivers side, people all around the car taking photos, we are fully surrounded. Some have their cameras right against the glass of the window as it's too dark for them to see through at a distance.
