I'm broken. Both my parents are gone. And I'm living with a celebrity/ My moms boyfriend. When will my life be normal again? I ask myself this question everyday. Chris hasn't told anyone except his friends and family about me. The public doesn't know who I am or what I am to Chris. They don't have a clue. Chris has been extra careful with what he says and does since last week I ran away. He knew I had a good reason for running. He has been keeping an eye on me a lot lately. He's bring me to meetings and sets. Scarlett took me shopping not to long ago. I'm sitting on my bed looking through twitter. Chris's fans are on the edge trying to find out who I am.
Who is she?!
She's lucky to be living with him
She wants attention
What if she's Chris's secret Daughter?!
All of them had ideas. I kind of wanted to post something and say "I know right! Who is she?" just to be funny. Not a lot of fans know what I look like. I closed my lap top and got up. I opened the closet and looked through a bunch of clothes. I put on a brown sweater and jeans. I put on my socks and walked out of my room and to the bathroom. I looked out the window that looked over the side of the city. I looked in the mirror and fixed my hair. I walked out of the bathroom and down the hallway. East ran towards me and I bent down to let him.
"Hi East" I said scratching him behind the ears. I walked to the kitchen with East following me. I grabbed a can of beef ravioli and put it into a bowl. I put it in the microwave and set the time. I filled East's dog bowl and then sat down at the table. I stared at the microwave waiting for it to go off. Chris must be in his office. I listened to East eating his dog food making a loud crunching sound. Did Chris mean what he said at Scarlett's? Was that just a cover up? The sound of the microwave going off brought me back to reality. I got up, opened the microwave, took the bowl out, got a spoon, and then sat back down and ate my lunch. After I finished eating I put the bowl in the sink and stopped when I felt a presence behind me. In the corner of my eye I could see Chris sitting at the table. I took a deep breath before turning on my heels and forcing a smile.
"I could've made you lunch" he said as I started walking away.
"I'm not useless" I said walking back to my room. Chris grabbed my arm and spun me so I was facing him.
"I never said that" he said.
"But you meant it" I said trying to get out of his grasp but he's stronger than I am.
"Hayley" he said in a warning tone.
"Chris" I said repeating the tone.
"Don't test me" he said.
"I should say the same to you" I said yanking my arm away from him.
"Hayley you can't lock yourself in your room all day" he called after me.
"Watch me" I said opening the door and closing it. I locked the door then jumped onto my bed. You guys are probably wondering: Hayley, why are you ignoring Chris?!
Would you ignore the person who you think is lying to you? That's what I thought. I got back on my computer and heard scratching on the door. I closed my computer before slowly walking over to the door. I unlocked the door staring at East. East gave me a look clearly saying 'refill my water or I'll poop on your bed' I walked out of the room and to the kitchen. As I was on my way I felt a pair of arms wrap around me and pick me up off the ground. I screamed loudly as I was carried to the living room and thrown onto the couch. Chris started to tickle me.
"No! C-Chris s-stop!" I said laughing as he tickled my sides. I wrapped my legs around his waist before flipping onto the ground. I ended up on top. I tickled him and he started laughing.
"Never tickle me!" I said as he tickled my armpit catching me off guard. I let out a strange yelp as he pinned me down on the carpet. He started tickling me again and I tried to move.
"EAST SAVE ME!" I yelled but the dog stared at me as if us humans were idiots. He looks at us as if he knew something we didn't.
"You are not locking yourself in your room" he said as he stopped tickling me.
"You used East as bait!" I said.
"Got a problem?" He asked smiling.
"Don't use cute things as bait" I said.
"It worked" he said.
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Sugar & Spice
FanfictionMy dad always told me I was a mix between Sugar and Spice. I was stubborn, sarcastic, caring, and gentle. My dad died when I was 5 and now I'm 13. My mom has dated a handful of guys sense he died and she couldn't find the right one. But what happens...