Life's Lyrics

Chapter Eleven

Monday, November 22

75 days until release day of the album

Number of songs written: 2

It has been two weeks and one day since I have last talked to Spencer. Since the day that all my fears came true. I knew that all the things he said to me that day were the truth, but how could I know what Sebastian would do If it somehow got out. But that's the point, I will never know, because I will never make a sound in this silence.

I flick to the next page of the newest magazine, Sebastian bought me, and my eyes glaze over at yet another article of all the details for our wedding. I couldn't believe how many times they could rewrite the same few details that Sebastian had given out. I'm wearing an extravagant white dress, with real diamonds along the top of the neckline. The theme is based off Sebastian's television show, Arrowheart, because it is going to be filmed as a part of the series. When I told that to Lyla, she screamed her head off naturally, being the massive fan of Arrowheart that she is. I look over the next page of the article and I'm surprised to see a countdown until our wedding done in the format of a Christmas advent calendar. One week. Seven days. 168 hours. Every day that the wedding gets closer, my heart beat gets just that little bit faster. Beep. I jump startled from my phone, as I reach for it I catch a glimpse of the caller id. Lyla. I smile as I accept the call, "Lyla!" I say into the phone.
"Soon to be Mrs Conran," She replies, with a tone that I know she is smiling, "You do realise that I am going to be on your doorstep in four hours?"
"As if I'd forget-" I'm cut off from the sound of Sebastian calling for me, "Lyla, I'm sorry I have to go."
She sighs, "Fine, I'll see you soon enough anyway."

"What are you doing?" Sebastian says, his tone pleasant enough, but it's his face that get me every time. How could I have missed what he was really like when I first met him? But then again he fools everyone every day, so am I really that stupid? Or just unlucky?
"Speaking with Lyla," I say my voice shaking slightly. "Or am I not allowed to your majesty?" I reply gathering some courage. I stare at him straight on as he hits me, without even a flinch, I laugh slightly. He hits me again, I stop myself from crying out because it means that he would win, again. It's when he leaves, that I cry, it lets me succeed at something. He narrows his eyes and takes my phone, "This won't be necessary, you don't have anyone to talk to anymore, only me." He snickers while walking out of the room. I jump startled as I hear the sound of a locking door. I run towards it trying with all my might to pull it open, with no success, I slide down the door and sob into my hands.

My eyes had dried out, my makeup had been fixed, my dress straightened, and now I'm standing in the doorway waiting for the car to pull up. I had negotiated with Sebastian by saying that it would be suspicious if I were still locked in my room when Lyla arrived. It felt like déjà vu as she stepped out of the car her wild hair blowing ferociously behind her, with a grin from her I fell into a run straight into her arms. I couldn't help but peek behind her, but with no avail; he wasn't there.
"Lyla, my dear, we are so glad that you are here to help Blair get ready for our big day, aren't we," He says reaching for my hand. I take it and smile brightly, "We sure are."
"I don't want to seem rude, but can us girls have some time to prepare?" Lyla asks.

"Spencer told me..." She whispers.