Reckless Desires (18+)

.chapter 1.

-You're our Hope,
Hope.
That's what my parents used to say to me, that's what they named me, they used to tell me every day how I was their hope in life, how I was the light when they were in the dark, But now I need My hope, My light for I am the one in the dark now. I want to see but it's too dark to see anything, Nothing makes sense to me now, Everything feels so wrong. I can't do this without you Mom and Dad. I miss you both so much. I regret what I did that day of your accident every day, I wish every fucking day I didn't say those things to you both, I'm so fucking sorry.-

"Hope we're ready for you"

I closed my diary as I heard the director of the shoot call my name and wiped my tear away. Then I walked over to the set, leaving my diary aside.

"Okay, tell me what to do, and I will," I said to the director, who explained what I had to do.

----------------a little while later---------------

"You were so incredible, Hope. I'm so happy you decided to accept our offer. Thank you so much," the director said to me, and I smiled at him. "Of course, I couldn't let you down. You are my favorite brand."

I honestly don't know what brand I just did a photoshoot for, my manager forced me into this.

The director smiled as I left for the dressing room and changed into my clothes. Then I sat on the bean bag with the coffee Leah got me two hours ago, it's still not bad.

I turned my phone on to check my socials but the time caught me off-guard. Fuck. I'm late for college.

"You can skip a day of school you know, you look tired maybe get some rest today?" Leah said, I didn't even notice her coming in, leah is my manager/the only real friend I have, she's 3 years older than me so she likes to mother around with me "I haven't gone to school in 6 months Leah" I replied to her while taking my makeup off. Not wearing graphic makeup for a photo shoot at college.

"What's another day—" she started, but I interrupted her. "I'm going.",
I can't keep avoiding going to school, Yeah. My parents died. How long can I use that excuse to avoid everything?

We got in the lift of the building down  to my car with Joe, my bodyguard.
If I were in a happy mood, I'd call him Joey, but he doesn't like being called that. Of course, I still call him that.

As I reached my car, paparazzi and a few fans surrounded us. It was hectic trying to open my car door to get in. I sat in my car as Leah spoke to the paparazzi. I couldn't handle answering any questions right now.

I sat back and listened to what was going on.

''LEAH, LEAH MCQUEEN HERE HERE what can you tell us about Hope stepping back onto the stage?'' A reporter asked her, of course, everyone wants to know when I'm going back to my Hollywood life.

"Right now, nothing is confirmed," Leah replied in her calm voice.

'LEAH WAS MR. AND MRS. CREEDS DEATH A MURDER OR A REAL ACCIDENT' another reporter asked. I didn't want to listen to these exact questions, What the fuck do they mean by murder? Who the fuck do they think my parents were.

I got out of the car and demanded "Who the fuck asked that question?" The cameras instantly flashing at me.

A reporter raised his hand and said, "So was it staged? Was it a real accident? Did they stage it because of the scamming rumors?"

My blood boiled at his presumptuous questions. I walked over to him and grabbed him by his collar, making the mic in his hand fall. I could feel Leah pulling me back.

"Listen here, you son of a twat! Never, ever spread these fake rumors about my dead parents, got it? Or I'll make sure you regret being alive on this earth," I said to him as Leah pulled me back and made me sit in the car while all the cameras flashed and captured the entire incident.

I don't give a damn about my reputation anymore. I don't give a damn about anything. "Please, she's grieving. Let her move on, and let us move on from this too," Leah said before getting into the front seat of the car.

"You okay?" she asked, and I nodded my head. "Do you still want to attend school today?" Her voice was full of concern, and as much as I appreciate her, it's annoying how much she cares. "Yes," I replied as Joey sat beside me and the driver started the car.