Cordelia

chapter 29 ~ sir

"Aurora, please try not to be late for tomorrow's audition," my manager asks me.

"Yeah, don't worry," I assure her, hang up the phone, and continue to drink my coffee.

I'm currently doing some modeling work. When I first started this a few months ago, I didn't really think much of it.

I mean, I only wanted to do this for fun, but I got offers from different brands, and my paycheck for one runway wasn't small. So why not make more money, but this time legally?

A lot of people have warned me that most models are oversexualized, but that's not the case with me, not that they didn't try that shit on me.

I just warned them about what could happen to them if they continued acting like assholes.

I smile and look around. It's a small apartment that I live in, but that's the way I like it.

It has a small balcony, a small chair, and a desk where I drink coffee.

It's perfect

I've been talking to Mom and Alice more frequently; I can't say much about others, though.

I didn't call Samuel; at first, I thought I should let him know that I was okay and alive.

But then I remember that he would then have my phone number and would call me to keep our friendship going, and even if I changed my phone number, he would make Dylan do all his hacking shit and find out where the call was from.

I just need peace.

I go to take a shower, dress, and walk out.

I caught a taxi, but I didn't tell him the exact location where I wanted you to be.

I'm in Midtown Manhattan and need to be in one of the buildings.

I looked at my phone and started to run. I was going to be late.

I walked in and saw my manager.

"Thank God you're here!" She sighs in relief.

I changed into high heels and walked in there.

I came to a halt and let them fly at me.

They start to whisper something to each other.

After she asked me my name, I left.

"What happened"

"They asked for my name," I inform my manager.

After a while, I left, quickly went home to change, and then met Naya.

"Oh my goddddd!" Naya screams.

We hug each other, and neither of us
wanted to pull away.

We went to some kind of cafe, and we started to talk.

"Did you lose weight?" she asks.

"Naya," I roll my eyes, annoyed. Everyone is telling me that, even my manager's mom and my brother, but I just don't see it.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry." We stayed silent, and she spoke again.

"Did you hear the news?" she asks.

"About what?" I narrow my eyes as I take a sip of my coffee.

"He's looking for you." Now, you didn't say his name, but I don't know why he was the first person who came to mind when she said he was Everett.

"Who?" I ask.

"You know"

"Lee?" I ask, and she nods, I do don't say his first name anymore, I only use his middle name.

"Why," she shrugs, "did he say anything to you?"

"No," I nod, and we carry on with our little date like we didn't just have a conversation about him searching for me.

Did I do something?

Or i-

God

I don't want to go back.

I should have forgotten about this. Yeah, bar, here I come.

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I walk out of the bar for a second; the music is too loud.

I drank too much.

I don't know how I will get home.

I can't drive. I look around and see some men. I should go back. I don't need any problems right now.

I went back and started to dance and drink, and out of the blue, a sudden feeling of sadness came over me.

Why am I in a place like this? I don't know what I should do; I've never done what others do.

I have never experienced what childhood can be like or what teenager life feels like; I skipped those parts and shifted into an adult lifestyle from an early age.

I decided to leave when, suddenly, a light went off and I saw the shadow of a man come closer to me.

It couches me as the second light turns on, and our eyes meet.

My face lost all color. I got up and quickly ran off.

I don't look back, nor do I react to him calling my name.

Then I feel his hand on my arm.

"Stop touching me!" I said.

"Cordelia wha-"

"Don't call me that," I demand, "and please, sir, don't approach me anymore; I don't know you."