Friends From The Past

Chapter 22: Haunting You, Onto You

Song of the Chapter: Haunted
By: Beyoncé |Fifty Shades of Grey Soundtrack|
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                         September 5, 2025
                         Eight years later. . .
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Working my butt off everyday has really paid off. I run one of the biggest modeling agencies from all over the world. People pay to watch my highly professional models strut their designs on the runway. Posing for thousands of camera men and women, getting their pictures on the front cover of Vogue. "Y/N Tops All The Modeling Agencies Once Again." Many people look up to me and beg me to take away their virginity. What do I do? I look at them with a smirk across my face and leave them at that. I don't worship these people; they worship me. On the outside, I'm just a beautiful, perfect goddess with a life everyone wishes for, but in the inside, I'm just a homeless wreck. I have no time to make friends. Well– Actually I tend to push people away. I'm a player. I play on people's emotions. It's what I do, at least as of right now. I intend for things to stay that way. I get to know them and just when they get too close, I push them away, break their hearts. Afraid to get hurt, that's what they all tell me. I have no fear. I am no longer the wimpy, cowardly Y/N I was in the past. That Y/N is long gone. POOF! Just like that. That me everyone knew me as, has vanished, never coming back. This is the real. This is the me. Breaking old habits and creating new ones. My speakers in the room began to crackle with noise, intervening my self-reflection.
Quinn: Ms. [last name], you have a visitor here to see you. Shall I send them up?
I pressed the button on my desk.
Y/N: Did they set an appointment?
Quinn: No, Ms. She said she's here for your opening job interview for modeling and–
Y/N: Tell her to come back once she has scheduled an appointment with me.
Quinn: But, Ms–
Y/N: Do you really want to lose your job?
Quinn: No, Ms.
Y/N: Okay. How about you do what I say, before you become an unemployed young lady?
Quinn: Yes, Ms. [last name]. She'll be on her way then.
Y/N: Good and Ms. Quinn– Never do that ever again.
Quinn: Noted.
I release the button. She got me all heated up for this? Y/N, take deep breaths. Inhale and exhale. Inhale and exhale. Inhale and– Abruptly, the doors to my office were kicked open. Smoothly and steadily, I positioned myself on my chair, so I was seated up nice and straight. Without feeling pressured, I stood up and adjusted my business suit. Staring outside the gloomy, dark and rainy window, fiddling with my pen in one hand while the other, pressed against the glass. I patiently waited for a response. Heavy panting in the background.
Y/N: I guess I'll be the one to break the silence. You are a very persistent young lady, aren't you?
Woman: Please, just hear me out. My–
Y/N: No, I don't want to hear it. I don't care about what you have say. Get out! Now!
Woman: You are so heartless!
Someone has struck a nerve. My head was ticking like a bomb about to explode. Kaboom!
Just like that, I could lash out my anger. I turned around ready to attack her with a smooth comeback.
Y/N: Huh– Never thought I'd be seeing you again. . . . .
Who did you see?
Should I continue this fan-fiction?
-End of Chapter 22-