Hell in my eyes!

Hell in my eyes! [Chapter 10: Model]

That night, I rested out in the grass where I had witnessed Lucian. Same with the next night. And the next. Nothing happened those three days, aside me getting some meals and buying a few things from the thrift store with the money I had managed to earn. Boring life really… And I hated that my damned life was so boring… I was used on living with adventures and trying to have fun even if my living hell wouldn’t let me.

Another man, Dale, encountered me with my treats and bought out most of the contents. I was definitely more relaxed after that. Thank God! But then, on the fourth day, a tall, dark-haired man came running alongside the lake with no shirt on. No shirt, really? Who is he? And why the hell is he running here? I’m curious... What happened? As he came closer, I then realized that it was my client Lucian. My eyes went wide, wider than usual.

“Hey Trisha.” He stopped to sit next to me. I wanted to push him into the water and let him drown but instead I smiled and greeted him with a friendly.

“Hey! Want some water?”

‘Trisha, you’re a fucking retard’ I mumbled to myself.

‘’That would be nice…’’ He willingly accepted and took a long sip underneath the hot summer sun. I smiled and watched, wondering why the fuck I was being so nice to him.

‘’Why were you running?’’ I asked.

‘’Big story…!’’ I didn’t want to push him into telling me, so I didn’t ask again. Silence, after five minutes more silence until he spoke again with that voice of his. “You really are pretty Trisha.”

…What the hell was that for? I perked my head up and was caught off guard as my face began to drop, but thankfully I caught myself and flashed a smile before he could notice.

“Thank you.”

Just what the hell did that guy want? Ugh… Sometimes I get really pissed with him.

“If you want…” He began, testing to see how I’d react. “You could model for me in my shop.”

As much as I needed the money, I couldn’t do it. When I was a young girl, I had seen some models up on a billboard. People walked by without much care, like usual, but then a crowd of overweight girls stopped to stare at it with looks of self-pity and hatred on their faces even though the girls were really pretty and hoped for a bright future.

“She needs to eat!”

“I’d kill myself if I looked like her!”

“She’s an anorexic bitch.”

They went on and on, tarring every little element of this girl apart. Even though she was only a picture, I felt kind of bad for her. At the same time, she bought in to the fucking propaganda for some snooty real estate agency, and it was only her duty to get insulted. From them on, though, I promised myself I would never become a model. I looked over at Lucian, trying to keep my look as sorry and sympathetic as possibly.

“That’s really nice of you, and I know I need the money, but umm…I can’t really do it.”

“Why not?” He cocked his head and waited. Waited for me to answer, and I hated that.

“I made a promise.”

I hope he just drops the subject, I don’t wanna talk with him more than I already have.

“To whom?” He asked looking straight into my eyes.

“…Myself. Sorry.” I said with a small smile. He shrugged it off, but he remained persistent. Why was he so persistent with me? It’s not like we were friends or anything…

“Well then how about you show up with me to one of my fashion shows?”

No! I began to think, until coming to realization with its rewards. If I go though, I could get Aaron and Alex to come. Then maybe, just maybe, Alex might feel a little jealous… Maybe I could get him back… I want him back! As self-conscious and stupid I was, I couldn’t resist my little scheme so I did what I thought it was best, I accepted. “Sure. That’d be cool.” I smiled.

Lucian beamed or so it looked like and immediately took me by the hand.