Him [Punk l.h]//ON HOLD

3.0

"So did you do anything for your birthday?" Alex asked as he wrapped my long auburn lock around the curling wand,

"Michael and I just hung out at a hotel for the night." I shrugged,

"So you guys just hung out?" He repeated, nodding in a 'I-know-something' sorta way.

"Yeah." I nodded again, slightly confused,

"Well my Twitter feed says otherwise." He pursed his lips, handing me his phone and suddenly hundreds of photos of me in the hotel bar popped up. There were pictures of me talking to and leaving with Luke and dozens of news articles with the headline 'Cailey Newman's new man!'. People were tweeting about it left, right and centre. 'Who the hell is he?', 'Why does Cailey always date weirdos. He's hot but he's weird...', 'What's up with his hair?', 'She's such a slut like can't she go out without hooking up with someone.' And more.

I had been a model for 8 years and sure I was used to the rumours instantly circulating after I have a conversation with a guy but sometimes it got annoying.

"Jesus Christ people need to calm down. Honestly all we did was hook up." I grumbled as I scrolled through one of the articles.

Cailey Newman was spotted last night at the Mayfair hotel, getting cozy with a new mystery man. The pair appeared to be canoodling for a while before they left the bar and are rumored to have gone up to a room she had checked into for the night with best friend Michael Clifford. But the recent date isn't out of the ordinary for the starlet. Just last week Cailey was spotted locking lips with another anonymous GIRL at an LA night club who were spotted leaving not long after. We don't know much but we do know this mystery man is HOT! An inked bad boy seems to be Cailey's new type so get in line fellas.

"Ugh that's so not true." I sighed, "Whatever, so do you know the other guy that's here? I haven't met him yet."

"Neither have I but apparently he is gorgeous. Names Hemmings or something like that." Alex shrugged as he doused my head in hairspray, "Okay I'm done doing my thing, you go and do your thing and we can all go home." He said and I went onto the set.

"Cailey! Sweetheart how are you? Good? Great! Now get rid of that robe, what I want you to do is just kind of drape yourself over the lounge and we'll get a few shots by yourself." Mark instructed as he held up the camera. I dropped the robe and sat down as carefully as I could so I didn't wrinkle the beautiful embellished H&M x Balmain Paris dress I was wearing. I lay loosely upon the black leather lounge and let my head hang over the edge.

This continued for about 5 minutes when he walked out. I had never been so confused in my entire life. It was Rainbow Boy, Luke. He was 'Hemmings or something like that'. I could tell he was just as shocked as I was because I could see him tense up as he spotted me.

"Ah wonderful, Luke you're ready." Mark grinned, "Ok, de-robe and I want you to lean over Cailey, Cailey look like you're pulling him down by his collar, imagine you're about to unzip and throw away her dress, you're hungry for the taste of her skin and you're about to rip that shirt right off his body." he commanded as Luke positioned himself above me,

"I guess you don't really have to imagine do you? More so remember." I smirked as I held onto his collar and I saw his cheeks gain a slight tinge of pink before he recomposed himself and looked directly into my eyes. It was amazing how beautiful he was. His eyes were capturing and mysterious but no matter who says they're windows to the soul, the only thing I knew about him was his name.

"Perfect! You're hungry, you're passionate! Perfect!" Mark called out to us, "Now Cailey I want you to lay down and I want you to look vulnerable, look scared, innocent and Luke can you stand over her, kind of pin her down."

"Whoa Mark, that sounds kind of ..." I mumbled cautiously, "Won't that look too rapey?"

"Nonsense darling, now get down." He commanded and I slowly got into position, "Luke I want you to grip her throat, choke her, not literally of course but show dominance, you must be strong, angry, in control."

As Luke carefully placed his hand to my throat I took deep breaths as he whispered a small apology before getting into 'character' and staring darkly into my eyes. I slowly felt myself begin to sweat and my slow, deep breaths quickly became short and rapid. I found myself slipping into a nightmarish state and all of the terror filled memories I had tried to repress flooded back to me all at once.

The nights I struggled to sleep because the blows the monster I call my father left on my bitch of a mother echoed louder than a baseball game in a tiled room. The times I heard my brother cry himself to sleep because I had messed up that day and my mother had taken her frustration out on his frail body. The hours I spent quaking under my bed covers when my father walked into my room to check I was asleep, terrified of what he could do if he saw me awake. The amount of times I walked into school with half a bottle of concealer plastered on my body in case some one noticed the large purplish marks that I donned on my paper skin. No one understood how much of a struggle it was to just come home from school without having a panic attack at the thought of breaking a plate or marking a wall and the consequences that came with that.

Immediately Luke jumped off and helped me sit up, ushering for someone to bring me a glass of water. Eventually though, the tears stopped flowing and I calmed down enough to make sense of everything.

"I think that's enough for today." Luke whispered, rubbing my back softly as he hushed me and I came back down from the horrible experience.