Apple Lollipop's Secret Life

The Revelations of Amelia Grace

My double life had just collapsed. Like the broken promise of a young lover, my heart was broken from the betrayal. The calamity that would ensue would nearly destroy me. Natalie, my dear assistant, was mobbed by a group of paparazzi and fans of Kyle Carter , now she laid in a coma.  

Kyle Carter and his large mass of entourage made it that much harder to hide my identity. He was such a pampered DIVA that he couldn't go anywhere without dragging along a pretentious crew of wannabes and ego boosters. The way he strutted into the hospital while failing to look remorseful for the actions of his psychotic fans, pretending to see Natalie out of sorrow and shame rather than publicity.  

My anger was perfectly justifiable, when Kyle Asshat Carter swaggered his way into Natalie's private hospital room like it was not a big deal. I was sitting at her bedside holding her hand, then there he came in. 

"Sorry, to interrupt," he said, "Can I get a moment alone with her?" 

I was not dressed up in my Apple Lollipop persona costume. Looking away from her face at him I wanted to slap the smirk that almost slipped on to his face.

"No you can't. I think you've already done enough damage. It would just be better if you left!!!" I spat out at him. I was beyond furious at his cavalier attitude, like he held no responsibility. To say he looked surprised was an understatement. His face contorted, after a moment, from shock to anger. 

"Who the hell do you think you are?!" he left no room to answer, "A nobody. You have no right to speak to me like that."  I had faced some of the most egotistical arrogant men in my line of work but none more so than Kyle Carter. He was a selfish, spoiled, slave of fashion with no sense of respect for others.

"I am Natalie's best friend... And you're the asshole that caused this mess," I refrained from screaming at him with my inelegant words, "So leave before I call security." I stood closer to her bedside, still holding Natalie's hand.

"You aren't going to call security. I'm Kyle Carter. No one says no to me. Just give-"

"FIVE," I interrupted, fingers hovering near the yellow security button.

"You have no right to ki-"

"FOUR."

"Stop count-"

"THREE."

"Don't start thi-"

"TWO."

"There's no need fo-"

"ONE." I put my fingers on the button.

"Okay! I'll leave!" He finally exclaims. 

I sat back down as he left from the door way. The silence of her hospital was almost a calming comfort. I sang to her a song I heard a few years back, the song that solidified our friendship because she was my best friend and nothing would change that. 

An increased sound of clacking heels and jingling cell phone charms invaded the silence. Natalie's mother had arrived. She was still trying to be young, holding on to a man half her age while attempting to dress like she was her daughter's age. 

"Is my baby okay? What happened?" Natalie's mother, Elaine was a good mother, even with her youthful indiscretions. 

"She was mobbed by fan girls outside of my apartment. The doctors said she has a strong chance of waking up from the coma," I said calmly.  

Elaine sat by her daughter's beside. 

I had fallen asleep in my seat by her hospital bed, waking to the chime of twitter notification. 

Twitter: 

Elaine_Moritz: @MissAppleRox Amelia Grace stop wearing wigs and risque clothes, how do you expect to find a husband? 

Elaine_Moritz: @Nat_A_Lie Why do you let @MissAppleRox dress like a harlot at work? 

Elaine_Moritz: I expect more from you girls. @MissAppleRox @Nat_A_Lie #Classy 

[Tweet End] 

Elaine had just outed my secret. On twitter. Each comment had over ten thousand retweets and favorites. 

My secret life is not so secret any more.