Living the double life

Chapter 1 : Consequences | Part 1 & 2

Part 1

"Miss Young, is it true your quitting your modelling career?"

"Cecily! Over here! It was rumoured that you hired someone to break your car so your father could give you a new one. Can you clarify it?"

"Miss! Miss! Are you being paid hundreds and thousands of dollars for just one photo shoot?"

"Can you tell us why you turned down Victoria Secret?"

"Miss Young!"

"Cecily!"

Questions after questions. Their cameras click away. Sometimes I think that the questions are getting out of hand. The next thing you know they'll think I'm pregnant. But I guess that's their job, to get me to say something. So they can tell lies to the world, to make me look bad.

My two body guards try their best to push people away as they make me a clear path to my car. I cover my eyes from the bright flashes as I quickly get in. I sigh from relief as I finally leave for my last photo shoot for the day. And I'm dying to get my feet out of these dreadful heels.

When we finally pull up to my house I quickly slip my heels off and pick them up in one hand. My body guard opens the door for me and I get out barefooted. I hear a snicker from my body guard Jason as I pull my sunglasses up to my head.

He grins at me "I never seen this side of Miss Young before."

I give a wink "Then you don't know me at all" I tease

I leave him him grinning when he shuts the car door and I quickly walk up to the house. Once I open the doors, I'm met with a cool breeze that send shivers up my spine. I drop my six inch heels to the side. Clarissa my maid comes hurrying to my side, with the tray of letters.

"Miss. your father he-" she starts

I cut her off not wanting to hear anything about business right now "Not now Clare. Where's my brother?"

I walk into the kitchen, my bare feet touching the cold marble stone. Clarissa hurries to my side once more.

"But miss-" she insists

I hold a hand "Where?"

She sighs her head down "In the playroom miss"

I nod and turn directions to the playroom. Once we reach the destination, Clarissa slides the doors for me to get in. I give thanks and take a step inside. But before I could take another step, something makes contact with my foot.

I squeal in pain, biting my tongue from cursing out loud. Damn Cal and his damn Lego. I take grab of my foot trying to stop the pain. I take deep breaths calming myself down. I set my foot down and take a hold of Clarissa's hand as she directs me to Cal. I limp my way to my seven year old brother. Whose throwing a football into the air and catching it.

I glare at him and he giggles. I squat down to his height. Blue eyes to blue eyes.

"Cal, what did dad say about your Legos?" I remind him

he gives me a toothy smile "not to leave them lying around"

I nod "exactly, but you-"

"Miss Clarissa said I could play with them." he shrugs

I take a glance at Clarissa, her eyes wonder around indicating she has 'nothing' to do about it.

I sigh "Just don't leave them where people like me can step on them, ok? You know big sis needs her feet to walk down a cat walk" i tap his nose. I could never stay angry with this munchkin.