Shattered//Jack Silvagni

Chapter 5

-5 days later-
"Lyla, please work with me here" Dominic pleaded with a sad smile. Without a reply I sit up straightening my slouched back and try to force a small grin on my lips, which ends up as more of a frown, leading to my disappointed photographer lowering his camera to his side and letting out a low sigh.
"Pamela, look, I'm sorry, but I can't work with this. I think it's best if she goes home, gets some rest and comes back when she's...... recovered." Dominic expressed sadly to my manager on the sidelines, not even looking towards me. No one did anymore. After the horrific lies about the events that happened a few days ago, the worlds looked at me differently, and so has everybody in it. The once picture perfect girl starting her dream career was gone. The whole world now saw me as some lie of someone I'm not, as someone the press rumours have described me to have become. I felt like a defeated child, I had nothing to say, I felt I couldn't say anything. Ever since my monstrous fight with Jack, my heads been a mess. I haven't been able to focus on anything, including work. I missed Jack, I couldn't go on without him. Nothing felt right, everything felt flipped around and upside down. I can't eat, sleep, even think without him because of those horribly false rumours that tore us apart.

-Jacks POV-

"Jack? Jack! Are you with us?" Brendon Bolton my new coach for the Carlton football club interrupted my miserable thoughts.
"Sorry?" I question as I raise my head out of the palms of my hands and notice my whole team is glancing at me with concern.
"Ahh" Brendon sighs as he places one hand on his hip, the other running through his hair, frustratingly. "That'll be all for today boys. Have a good few days of rest and we'll see you for training soon." Brendon announces as I feel a light slap on my shoulder.
"Great job today mate. Don't stress to much about Lyla, I'm sure everything will go to plan" my closet team mate Charlie Curnow beckons me luck. Charlie was aware of all the drama acuring with Lyla, the whole world was aware, but only very few new the truth behind the medias lies, including himself.
"Thanks Charlie, I really do hope so." Ever since the fight with Lyla, my heads been in a mess. It's been so difficult for me to even try to work everything out. Lyla has called every day, but I can't find the will to pick up the call. I know I should listen to her side of the story and try to understand what she has to say, I always have with all our problems until now, it's just ever since that night, the photos, the rumours, I didn't know what to believe. I know that's not my Lyla, she would never do something like that, she would never hurt me like that, I think that's why I'm finding it so hard to forgive her, because I don't know what side of her this is. But I know what I have to do.

-Lylas POV- the following day

"Lyla you need to get up, you have your shot with Vogue in 40 minutes!" Pamela scowled at me firmly.
"Okay" I mumble quietly, not bothering to fight for silence. With my body not bothering to produce the energy and effort for that anymore, not since I lost him, since I lost myself. I hear Pamela sigh before slowly walking out my bedroom door, her heels clicking on the limestone floor as she walks further and further away. As I begin to close my eyes and drift back into my peaceful slumber I am interrupted by a ding from my phone. My eyes shoot open and I let out an irritated grown as I fumble my arm to work out who's hassling me at this hour of the morning but shoot upwards immediately as I see Jacks contact on my screen, a short but much needed text below reads.
I haven't given up on us Ly, I hope you haven't too. I love you.
-Jack.
As tears begin to flow uncontrollably down my flushed cheeks, splattering themselves all over my glossy screen, I quickly throw my sheets to the side of my bed and rush to my closet and begin to rip my many clothes of their hangers and distribute them among my shoes on the ground before quickly changing into some ripped skinny jeans, brown boots and a white cropped shirt as I pop some shades on my head and sling my handbag over my shoulder and apply a small amount of makeup to my face.