What A Life(Book 3 of My Life Flipped)

Heatbreak, tears, and confusion

My heart was torn in two, my mind was caving in, and I had no clue how I was going to manage a Q&A session for some interview tv thing. I had to pull myself together, facing my fears was the hardest thing, but I had too. I was heartbroken, tears streamed down my face like a waterfall, and confusion spread across me like wings of a bird. Two weeks had passed since EJ had broken up with me and if it were due to alcoholic consumption, wouldn't he have tried to call now? Or did he think everything was fine and just played it off.

     The plane ride made me impatient, I craved to step into the warm LA air. Away from Forks, for the few days i'd be gone at least. I would with stand the urge to let a tear drop. "We will be arriving in Los Angeles shortly. Please place the tray tables in their full and upright position and prepare for landing," the captains voice rang through the speaks, like a brush of cool air on a summer day. The plane landed, with few bumps noticed, and I was happy to be unloaded first.

     I made my way through the airport, having memorized it. I had come here without the company of an adult, but everything was prearranged and I was fine to be on my own. Until paparazzi surrounded you, taking pesterous pictures. I kept my head down, and made my way through the sea of cameras. Uninterested on having my photo taken, if possible. I grabbed my bags off the carsoul and made my way to rent-a-car. I would be renting a Jeep, if I had my way, but my parents decided to rent me a dark blue Mercedes instead.

      The lady smiled up at me, she was in her thirties, with curly blond hair, and light blue eyes. "Ah, miss Tyler, your car is down on the bottom floor, to your left you will find our station. There you will recieve your keys." She handed me a slip to give the person working in the booth, and I made my way to the elevator, and hit the basement button. The ride down was boring and the ding that signaled the elevator has reached its floor was rewarding.

     I smiled, tugging my suitcase along I immediately found where the Mercedes place was. The guy couldn't be older than twenty and he helped me in a quick, easy fashion. Smiling, I gave him a small tip and got into my rental car. It was nice, with a built in GPS and rear view camera. Though the GPS was useless to me. I pulled out of the parking garage and followed the slow LA traffic, until I finally reached my destination.

     I had decided to stay at one of the finer hotels and was glad for my choice. I had a valet ready to take my car when I had arrived, I agreed to have him take it. After grabbing my things out of the trunk, I watched him drive off with my car. I smiled and made my way through the glass doors into the hotel. I could tell from the outside that this place was extraordinary, but from the inside it was magical.

     Huge chandliers, hung from the ceiling with crystals and the lobby was bustling with business. I stood in line for a short duration of time and then walked up to a nice looking lady probably in her early thirties. "Hello, miss, how may I help you?" she asked in a polite tone. I smiled and replied, "Room for Katerina Tyler?" I had said it in a question, only unsure whom my dad placed the name under.

     "Ah, yes, here we are," she replied, after scrolling through her computer. "You will be on the 5th floor room 510. Would like one or two keys?" I bit my lip and finally said, "Um, one please, thank you." She nodded, scanning a card through the thing, she called for a bell hop. "Err, that's unnessary," I said. The lady shook her head and said, "It's all right, he likes taking bags, also he will show you to your room."

      I was surprised to see a guy about my age, with brown hair that hung limp in his eyes, his eyes happened to be a shade of pale blue, and he was tall but built. "Can I please see these, ma'am?" he asked, a slight texas accent ringing in his voice. I arched an eyebrow and replied, "Yes, and please do call me Katerina." He nodded and said, "As long as you can call me Brandon." I giggled, "Of course I can, Brandon!" He smirked and picked up my bags. "Right this way, Katerina." he made sure to say Katerina thoroughly, without any syllable missing.

     I followed him to the elevator and he asked, "Why you in town?" I hinted a smile and said, "I am here for a tv interview thing, also I needed to get away from my home." As we stepped into the elevator, his blue eyes appraised me and he said, "Where do you live? Why do you need to get away?" A tear stung my inner eye and he pressed the 5 button on the elevator. "Well, I live in Forks, Washington. I am a native Los angeles girl, though. I need to be here because my boyfriend and I had a nasty break up."

     Brandon's eyes perked a little, then went dull when he noticed me watching him. "I am sorry, that must suck. I mean to loose your boyfriend, did you love him much?" I bit my lip, a smile forming broader on my lips, "Yeah, he was my soul mate. I loved him with all my heat. I still do, I just hope we can get passed it and move on." I pulled out my phone and pulled out the undeleted pictures of EJ and I, I showed Brandon. He smiled and the elevator dinged, signaling my floor. He led me down a hallway and not far from the elevator sat my room, 510.

     He unlocked the door for me and said, "Here we are, Katerina. I hope the room is to your liking and any complaints can be written down, or can be called down to the lobby. Also, I am just a stand in the lobby away. I do hope to talk with you again." He set my key down on an end table and brushed pass me. Closing the door gently behind him. No, complaints about the room, it had a queen bed, flat screen TV, and many more awesome features. The clawing feeling inside me began to hurt. I walked to the bed, lying down on it, I began to cry one again.

                                                   EJ's Point of View

I was total and utterly lost. Katerina hadn't called me in two weeks. Had I done something under the influence of the alcohol my idiot friends had talked me into drinking? A distant memory brought up images of me breaking her heart. I didn't want to believe them, yet they felt so true. I had been afraid to call her for the purpose that she may be heartbroken.

     I needed my Little Dove. I loved her, and as much as I wanted to doubt it, I knew it to be right. I knew that I had broken up with her. I punched my pillow, then dived for my phone. She was on my speed dial and I hit the button, which automatically connected to her cell. The rings were like sounds of war bells and when I only got her voice mail, I couldn't stand it!

     I called her home phone and her dad answered, "Hello, Mr. Tyler, is Katerina there?" His voice was unkind as he responded, "No, she is not. She is LA for the weekend, deal with it!" The phone went dead, he was mad at me and worst part is I didn't blame him for being mad. I needed to get to LA, as quick as possible.

     I threw clothes on and went to my computer. My family was out of town for the weekend, so they wouldn't know or care if I just go off. I booked the nearest flight to Los angeles and packing up somethings I flew down the stairs. Grabbing my keys off the kitchen counter, I ran to the garage, and threw myself into my car. I waited impatiently for the garage to open and then I took off down the street to Seattle, keeping one thing in mind.

       I would get my Little Dove back in my arms, wether it hurt me or not.