"Anna" says a voice "can you please let me in?"
"Go away" I say burying my head in my pillow.
" I have ice cream. " temps aunt Chelsea
I sit up and go open the door.
"Holy crap! what the hell happened in here?" She says stepping through the ripped pictures on the floor.
" I don't know what I'm going to do aunt Chelsea!" I cry into her expensive silk shirt as she gives me a hug. I will for sure have to pay for dry cleaning
"Oh it's okay sweetie. everything is gonna be okay. "she says comfortingly rubbing my back
"What about the reporters?" I sob
"What about them?" she says opening up a carton or Ben and Jerry's chocolate ice cream.
" All the coverage and stuff. what the hell I'm I gonna do?" I say.
" Answer there questions like you always do." she says handing me a spoon."
Just then my phone buzzes
It's a text from James, I ignore it. but aunt Chelsea picks it up.
" It says..." she says but I cut her off
" I don't want to see it or hear it"
She continues anyways " I need to see you look out your window."
"I'm not looking" I say as aunt Chelsea pulls me to the left window I use to sneak out from. "It's probably a trick, he probably has paparazzi's down there. just look at me."
I run my fingers through my hair and try wiping off the mascara stains, but they just smudge.
" Wait here." says aunt Chelsea as she goes into my bathroom
"Like I'm going anywhere" I mutter
She goes out with a wet face towel and wipes my face clean. Then pushes me to the window.
I look down and see James standing there with a bouquet of lilacs. I open the window and yell down
"James I'm giving you 30 seconds to explain yourself"
" I'm sorry, it was a terrible mistake and I love you and I hope I am forgiven." he yells back
" Aw that so sweet, of course I take you back." I say sarcastically. I look next to me and there is a framed picture of us at the VMAs from last year
" Really?." he says surprised
"Are you kidding me? Of course" I say overly sweet picking up the picture and hold it for a moment
" Oh my gosh thank you." he says getting on his knees
"Ha, you think I'm stupid or something? once a cheater always a cheater!" I yell throwing the picture at him, aiming at his head but it hit his shoulder.
I slam the window and lean on the wall and slide down crying.
I just officially dumped James Turner.
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Home Sweet Home: ON HOLD
Ficção AdolescenteAnna Walters was a small town girl, till she became hollywoods it-girl. But when a scandal shows up in the tabloids about her. She is forced to lay low for a while. She decides to go back to her hometown to take a break. As she starts to adjust back...
