Erin's P.O.V.
The three fresh cuts on my upper arm were barely noticeable by the next morning. Although I put in enough energy to get myself properly to bed, I still felt exhausted from crying myself to sleep last night. I couldn't feel the stinging from the cuts anymore; I haven't felt that particular kind of pain for a while now. It was only the emotional pain and stress that was making my body hurt.
It was around eight in the morning when I woke up, the sun blaring through the hotel window. I could already feel like this was a day that I wouldn't function or wouldn't want to do anything eventful. It would be nice to just lie here, get a bowl of popcorn lightly sprinkled with butter, and watch a comedy. Not a romantic comedy, not laughing at blood-suckers and teenagers who think they're hot, but just something funny to make me smile, a meaningful smile, for once.
But of course, that didn't happen.
About half an hour later, while I was still buried under the covers in my bed, someone knocked on my door. I let out a groan, expecting for it to be Powell to keep lecturing me about that night and surely finding another way to punish me. If so, I was set and ready to argue. He is not my parent or my guardian; I'm 23 and I may do whatever I please with my body and can make my own choices even if it does have an impact on my reputation.
When I managed to drag myself out of bed and walk over to the door, I quickly opened it and to my surprise, it was Carter standing there with a small smile on her face instead. I let out a small breath of relief.
"Hey," I greet her with a half-smile.
"Hey," She replies, trying to make sense of what she was going to say next. She lets out a sigh before she does. "I know you've had a rough couple of days here and I'm sorry you had to deal with Powell last night. Honestly, he had no right to say any of that to you because you are your own person and may do whatever you please with your body and such," She says a tad awkwardly. I give her a small smile, appreciating the gesture and understanding my side on that situation.
"You deserve a break," She states. "So would you like to hang out for the day? We can go grab breakfast and go shopping or something just to get out of these hotel rooms for a bit," I consider it for a moment. I'd probably run into some people who'd recognize me and either me praise me for my work or spit out insults at me. Then again, this may be one of the only real days off I get, so I might as well just go with it for once.
"Okay, sure," I decide, putting on a smile for her. This would be good for me. A bit of exploration around the Big Apple could do me some justice and relieve some of this stress that's weighing down my shoulders. Unless I have any unexpected encounters from anything or anyone, acting like a tourist for the day could actually be fun for us. Then again, there always seems to be something that triggers my bad luck, so I'll have to wait and see.
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The day (or should I say early evening now) was actually pretty fun for the both of us. It didn't take long for me to get ready this morning, so that was an advantage to get started on our official day off early. After stopping at a small café for some hot and steaming to-go cups of coffee, we headed down 5th avenue to stop in all the ridiculously expensive shops and act like rich people. We'd point to prices and mutter under our breaths while giggling, 'Well, that's not bad at all! We'll take five,' just to watch as the over-dressed shop employees glare at us.
Now sure, my career does give me enough to buy some of this stuff, but I wasn't one of those celebrities who bought every shiny and sparkly and expensive thing in sight just because I could. Although I did offer to buy Carter something of her choice at Tiffany's, she refused because she didn't want me to spend so much money on her. She gushed over something for a couple seconds before acting like she didn't care, a simple bracelet with a simple olive leaf charm. But I wanted to thank her for sticking with me for so long, especially as a newbie on the job. I'm keeping it in mind for another occasion though.
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