"I HATE HER"

10

Do you know whats cool? Statistics. 

For example, (if none of you lied and we ignore those who kept their data private) the majority of you is older than me. Most of you (almost a fourth) are from the US, but I have readers in Mexico, the Philippines, Saudi Arabia, Italy, Venezuela, Germany (Ich bin nicht allein!) and so many other cool countries!

But you probably don't care, so here's the chapter:

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 The next day Karlie sat at her Kitchen Island and desperately took one of the painkillers in front of her. She downed it with the help of a sip of the black coffee next to it, that also helped to keep her awake. Last night she drove around angrily until she ended up in the first bar she could find. After a few of the horrible-tasting cocktails and reaching a state that could be well described with the word "drunk", she finally managed to calm herself down and accept the fact that she had to live at the singers apartment for the next couple of weeks.

Next to her sat Taylor, who also had dark rings under her eyes. She didn't get much sleep either. After the Gala and her conversation with Karlie people kept calling her, all asking the same questions. Was she ok? Did Karlie hit her too? One of the callers was Tree, arranging the meeting happening right now.

"Unfortunately It's not a deniable event. It was caught on multiple cameras.", the publicist explained and looked at the model.

"So?", Karlie asked raising her eyebrows.

"That's bad.", Trees voice sounded like she was talking to a four year old.

"Why?", Karlie asked annoyedly. "I hit him. Not Taylor. I don't care about my image."

"The problem is, that your image also affects Taylor."

"That's not my god dammed problem.", the model said and crossed her arms in front of her chest. Even though it was only her second one, Karlie already was sure that she hated those meetings. They were annoying, boring and mostly about Taylor's problems that somebody else had to solve.

"Technically not.", Tree admitted. "Technically not, if there wouldn't be a contract you signed."

Fuck, Karlie thought angrily. Not this stupid contract again. She felt anger creeping up her body.

"Ok, Mrs Publicist. What's your brilliant plan?", the brunette asked, her voice was filled with sarcasm.

"Apologize.", the publicist suggested.

Karlie shook her head. "No. Fucking. Way. I'm not gonna apologize to this piece of bullshit." She didn't think she could face Harry without hitting him again. He was nothing but a stupid asshole that talked too much without thinking first.

"I don't think you have much of a choice.", Tree replied sharply.

"DID YOU HEAR WHAT HE SAID TO HER?", the model yelled, pointing at Taylor. She couldn't believe that the singers publicist didn't understand what Harry actually did to the blonde. "ISN'T YOUR FUCKING JOB TO PROTECT HER? BECAUSE RIGHT KNOW YOU'RE FAILING MISERABLY."

"I TRY TO PROTECT HER IMAGE!", Tree shouted back. She stood up and leaned on the table. She had tried to stay calm, but the model let her lose all the self-control she had. "AND RIGHT KNOW YOU'RE GIVING ME A REALLY HARD TIME!"

"BUT WHY IS HER IMAGE IMPORTANT, IF SHE GETS BULLIED ANYWAY.", Karlie didn't quite know why she cared about the singer so much suddenly, but something about the publicist ignorance towards Taylor's situation made her upset,