Lavender"Absolutely not"
I was in a mood. Tree left hours ago, and I was furious.
"Please, we need to talk," Caleb breathed out. His footsteps echoed behind me as he followed me through the office.
Nobody dared to ask me anything as I went to my private office. I wanted to be alone to think.
"Break the contract," I throw out
I don't want to work with her- let alone be In the same building as her.
"You know I don't recommend that," Caleb speeds up.
I push my door open and swing it to close, but it stops with a thud. I glance back to see Caleb stopped it.
"Shut the door."
I walk to my cabinet and slip the liquor bottle off the shelf. Twisting the cap off, I sit on the edge of my desk while growing my head back and downing what I can.
I wonder as it goes down hard and burns.
"You know I can't work with her," I say after she shuts the door
Caleb's face softens, but he doesn't move.
"It's only for a few videos- you need the publicity," he pushes
"I don't need shit from her," I throw out at him.
I take another mouthful of the liquor before setting the bottle on the—desk beside me.
"Lav, this was years ago since you spoke with her; you are not the same person anymore.
"I don't want to know who she is or what she's doing," I groan and pinch the bridge of my nose.
I cannot be near this woman; everything I've built up from my childhood heartbreak will be ruined.
"I'm not doing it," I whisper
"Lav-"
"IM NOT WORKING WITH RHAT BITCH" I scream, standing up
Caleb widens his eyes and stares at me.
"I won't." I quiet down.
I grab my bag off of the desk and the liquor bottle.
"I'm leaving early, " I mumble as I push past him into the hallway.
"You can't drive like this," he shouts from behind me
"I'll get a driver," I throw back.
I go to the company's parking garage and see a few chauffeurs relaxing.
"Liam, can you give me a ride to my apartment, please?" I ask
He quickly gets up, nodding, and hops into the car before starting it.
........
Once I'm back at my apartment, I strip, get rid of the work clothes, and throw on a pair of sweats and tank tops before I set the half-full bottle of alcohol on the counter.
"Fuck me," I groan and throw my hair into a messy bun.
I did not want to be near this woman. My childhood memories flood back, and I can't stop them from resurfacing. Especially the one where she kissed me and promised she would contact me and never did. And many, many others.
I lay down on the couch and closed my eyes. Why'd I have to be so stupid to agree before knowing the artist? I will never make that mistake again. I feel the alcohol mixing my emotions, and I become frustrated.
I refuse to let this bother me, to control me. I'm either following through and breaking the contract, or I will prove to her and everyone else that I'm better than this. I don't let my emotions get in the way of who I am and what I do.
I sit up and push off of the couch.
"Fuck" I sway slightly.
I enter the bathroom and pull sizzles out from the drawer. Without a second thought, I bring the scissors up and cut. I keep cutting until I can't recognize myself. A few tears go down my face, and I hastily wipe them away. I'm better than this. Better than her. She's not going to win this time. By the time I finish cutting, I realize my once long hair came just below my breasts. I felt like I had the control I needed- what I wanted. I stepped over the pile of dead hair and out of the bathroom.
I needed to find someone to fill the void tonight.
I grabbed my house key and slipped out the front door.
YOU ARE READING
CRUELEST SUMMER
RomansTaylor swift is an uprising singer, songwriter and she's in the public eye. What happens when someone from her past comes into it and things suddenly get moved around. Will she be able to handle the pressure or will she crumble?