Bullied by MAGCON

Me? A model?

I woke up and I felt sore. Really sore.

I looked around and I realized I was on my back porch.

At least they had the decency to bring me home...

I felt worse than I ever did before, but truth is...they had never completely knocked me out...

Cameron was evil...

I hate him.

My real fear was the thought that "what if they raped me"?...I didn't feel pain down there so I assumed that wasn't a worry.

I went inside and up to my room. I looked in my mirror and I regretted it as soon as I saw what I looked like...

Both my eyes were black. There were scratches all over my face and chest. Bruises everywhere...

There was no way I could cover up this from my parents or my brother...

I couldn't believe they would go this crazy...

I decided to take another shower to relax a bit...

I lifted up my shirt and I couldn't believe what I saw...

A tattoo!...Property of MAGCON

Oh my fucking god...no! No! No! No!

What the fucking hell?!

I'M DONE! SO FUCKING DONE!!!

I grabbed my phone and called the only one I could trust that I know wouldn't tell my parents or brother.

Aunt Gabby.

- 45 minutes later -

"Oh hell to the no! Those dumb ass pussy little boys did this to you?!" Gabby yelled.

I nodded.

"Come on. We're going to the mall. We are gonna show these boys that they are fucking idiots for doing this to you," she said determinedly and grabbed my hand.

Then out the door we went.

- At the mall -

"Hair, nails, makeup! Do it and teach her how to do it. This is an emergency and I will not have her looking any less than smoking fucking sexy!" Gabby exclaimed to the stylist.

"Yes ma'am!" The guy was obviously gay.

But he was a fucking miracle worker!

Everything was perfect. I looked like a whole new girl. He even cover the bruises and scratches that I had. And he had a guy come in and remove the tattoo. I was so relived.

I owe him my life.

With the new hair and makeup I got a whole new wardrobe too and I actually feel beautiful...

We left the salon and started to leave the mall, but Gabby go distracted by the Victoria's Secret store...

"Oooo look! Bras! Let's go!"

"You're so weird Aunt Gabby!" I laughed.

I was in a pretty great mood.

We went into the store and surprisingly they were doing a photo shoot in the back.

The photographer walked out and Gabby pretty much attacked him...

"Oh my god! You're the girls photographer?! They are so gorgeous! How do you stay focused?" She asked.

"I'm gay," he said seriously.

I couldn't help but laugh.

"Who's this gorgeous young lady?" He asked as he motioned toward me.

I froze.

"Uh...I...um...I'm Safira...sir," I stuttered.

He walked over to me and circled around me like a vulture...

"Gorgeous hair. Lovely skin. Mesmerizing eyes. Sexy curves. Amazing height. You're exactly what Victoria's Secret needs...would you be interested in being a model?" He asked.

I could not believe this! Omg!

"Oh...um...," I thought.

"She'll do it!!" Gabby screamed.

"Alright then! I guess it's settled! Come in tomorrow at 10 am for your contract signing and I'd like to take a couple photos today to show my team. If you don't mind?" He questioned.

"Um...sure I guess?" I was so confused and in shock right now.

Me? A model?! No way...

He took me in the back and got me ready then he started taking some pictures. I had no idea what I was doing, but whatever it was apparently it was good.

"You are gorgeous girl and I'm sure my team will love you! The only problem is that you seem a little young. How old are you?" He asked.

"Sixteen," I replied.

"Ooooo...yeah we will need your parents permission for this," he said.

"Oh okay," I replied.

"Tell them I will die without you on this team!

"Haha...I will. Thank you. I'll be here in the morning!" I said before leaving with Gabby.

"Oh my god! This is a fucking fairytale! Do you realize the things you could accomplish if you take this opportunity?!" Gabby asked.

"I know Gabs...I'm gonna do it."

And I was.