My Beautiful Nightmare - Tom Kaulitz

Hiring Models

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It's been three days, three darn days of job searching! Gosh, I'm so stressed out. How on Earth was it possible that I can't find a single job? I sighed and rolled on my bed, adjusting from my previous position of lying on my back with my hands on my head as I stared
blankly at the ceiling. Should I have not quit my job with the old pervert? If I had known it would be this hard to find a job, would have just tried my best to endure him but despite the fact that I thought of this, I know deep
down that I won't be able to endure it.
Enduring it would make me seem poor, really wretched and in need of money and Lord knows I hate being thought of that way. I rolled again on the bed and grabbed my phone, trying to find solace in my page. I scrolled
through it and saw something that
caught my attention. Was that?.. I quickly tapped on the ad and scanned through it in a hurry. God exists! My goodness! Here was I searching for job to cope with the current economy
and voila! An ad for modeling appeared on my page. I really love modeling. Ever since I was a kid and was staying with my Mom before Marie came, I had always wanted to be a model and as fate had it, I was born with a body good enough to be a model.

I had always had people admire my slender long legs and my skin and sometimes mistake me for a model, which, of course, always delights me.
Smiling widely as I imagined how I would look as a model, I slowly read the requirements and the details to know exactly what to do. As soon as I was done, I quickly looked through my gallery searching for some pictures. One of the requirements had asked for us, the people interested, to upload some images and videos of ourselves on our pages after applying for the job to enable them know if we were fit enough. I had some nice photos, pictures I had taken some weeks ago at the garden after some persuading and coercing of Laura to take them for me and they came out really nice, another talent of Laura. I selected the best ones, the ones where my long legs were very obvious and where I looked really good before uploading them together with some videos hoping and praying that it would caught their attention. As soon as I was done, I heaved a huge sigh of relief and stared at my phone, my heart swelling with hope.

Just then, I heard the door open and immediately scowled. Annie was back. I had hoped for some time to spent alone before she comes back. "Hey." she said as she walked in, a forced smile on her face. "Who the heck asked her to smile at me? I was better off without her throwing a fake smile at me,' I thought to myself, rolling my eyes. "Hey." I replied blandly. "You're slacking again. Don't you think it's high time you stopped
being lazy? You look tired despite the fact that you didn't do anything, " She complained, shaking her head at me.
I stared at her, deciding to ignore her knowing that she was just trying to pick a fight with me, which was her favorite thing to do as soon as she gets back from sucking whatever dick she sees. "Here, I saw this on the road," She said, after a while when she didn't
get any reply from me, throwing a paper at me, "Im just trying to help you as you looked too pathetic when I walked in," She continued and walked to the bathroom. As she was leaving, I noticed some bruises, a faint blue mark on her neck and also on her wrist while she was throwing the paper at me but I decided to ignore it. It was probably one of her clients preference on the way they have sex.
I picked up the paper and stared at it. It was an advertisement for modeling and it had a number written at the back for those interested to call.

I was immediately interested, of course, I mean, it had to do with modeling. I didn't want to show it though. I didn't want to call the number when Annie was around, I won't let her have the satisfaction of knowing that she truly helped me as she won't let a day go without reminding me of that fact if this eventually works out. An hour later, Annie walked out to get some groceries and I hurried took out my phone and failed the number,my heart beat increasing as the other line rang. "Hello? How may I help you?" A
lady's voice answered. "Uh...hi. I'm Jolie. I saw an advert for the need of models and Im interested," I said hurriedly, holding my breath. "Okay, Jolie. I will ask you some questions now and I need you to answer them honestly and correctly. Tell me about yourself and your family," She said, her voice slurry. I thought about it for a while before answering her questions and told her about Marie and my mom. She asked other questions also, like my address, where I school and if I was available to start immediately which I found a bit suspicious but shook it off.

After some time, the call ended on the note that she would send some people to pick me up. I sighed softly as soon as I was done but was not able to shake the feeling that it was just too sudden but I shook it off. Sudden or not, at least I would be able to make
money. I smiled happily to myself and was about sleeping when my phone rang and my mood changed as soon as I saw the caller ID. "Hello Marie," I answered,wearily, knowing why she was calling. "Don't hello me, you wicked bitch! How can you send so little money? What do you expect your mom to feed on? You haven't been sending money and when. You do, you sent meager amount that won't be able to fend for her," She complained angrily into my ears.
"Im sorry, Marie. That's all I have," I replied,on the verge of tears. "You better send more if you don't want your mom out on the streets." "Marie, you are such a petty bitch, you know? Don't you know it's your fault? That you didn't treat her well, she went to Dad and now you want to throw her off on the street to die? You're such a bad person and honestly, I regret ever
knowing you, " I said angrily. "I will get a job alright. I will get one and take Mom away from you and make sure that you never see the both of us ever again," I said and hung the call, throwing my phone on the bed angrily. I stared blankly at the wall for
sometime before dropping my head on my pillow and crying hard, hating the day I met my Marie.

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