so I am soooo sorry it took so long to upload, but sometimes I get really bad writers block. and moving didn't help much either. but here you go a small chapter.i hope you guys like it. please comment and let me know what you think
Irissa
This just could not be happening to me, out of all people why me? Didn’t I already have enough going for me as it was? Like seriously a car accident, apparently it wasn’t enough. I was livid. I don’t believe I’ve been so pissed off in my entire life.
It felt as if my boss, or even the world haphazardly put this together just to mess with the flow of things. Journalists rarely ever got involved in the so called “pop” scene. When they did something usually went array. Horribly array. The worst thing that has gone wrong was when a male journalist went out and did a report on Mick Jagger. Another super popular rock star. He was the lead singer for the Rolling Stones. While the reporter was conducting the interview one of Micks drug dealers walked in. According to the reports the man was blatantly doing his own drugs.
When the man walked in he realized that he was not alone in the room with Mick. Obviously this was a major problem. The anger emanating from the man was so palpable the journalist ran towards the window to escape, he didn’t want to be a part of this scene.
The drug dealer, being any criminal chased after the man, and beat him within an inch of his meaningless life.
I rolled over in my bed, causing searing pain to run up my arm. I winced hoping neither my boss, nor David noticed my weakness. “I’m not going to end up like the Mick Jagger report am I?”
David was taken aback, I’m pretty sure no one had ever been blunt with anyone in front of him in his entire life. He was in for a rude awakening. I was a straight forward person, and I sure wasn’t going to be nice about it either. If I wanted an answer I better damn well get one.
I flashed him one of the most daring smiles. Just to prove I wasn’t afraid of anything. No one needed to know anything about me. Not unless I wanted to open up to them. And I was not about to open up to the only David Bowie, or David Jones in the world who decided to make it big for themselves.
“Oh, Vickii,” my boss lamented grabbing my only free hand. “Don’t you worry about a thing. This is not a normal report I’m putting you on.”
I whipped my head around, causing the world to swim at a horrendous speed. But I didn’t pay any heed to it. All I heard was that this wasn’t going to be a normal case, how the fuck was I supposed to do this then. “What do you mean?” I hissed letting all my venom drip into my words.
“ I want you, my only trusted advocate to move in with him and write a book on his life story.” He flashed me his winning smile. Unfortunately this meant that he was not going to back down at any cost. This meant I had to suck up my pride and value and live with a man I did not want to even breathe next to. Anyone who ruined my prize winning face didn’t deserve to bask in my glory every day of his natural born life, or however long it took me to write his story.
“You have got to be kidding me?” I exasperated.
David looked at me with a sad smile. “don’t worry, everything will be fine.”
Just the reassurance I needed from a pompous prick. “I don’t need this”
“Too damn bad Vickii, we need this.” My boss glared at me. This was not the shit I needed after I woke up in the hospital. Just needed to get out of her and let my face recoup before I entered the world again. But it was looking like that was not going to happen. Not for me.
“ I already have the travel arrangements set up for the both of you anyways. You both leave for new York in a week.”
“Great, this is just fan fucking-tastic.” I growled.
