Sit Still, Look Pretty || COMPLETE (Book 1)

Fiesty, I like it

"Riley, what do I always say, hunny?" Elliot (my photographer) smiles.

"Sit still, look pretty." I smile, straightening my posture. I'm not even sitting.

I'm standing in Central Park in a flowy pink summer dress. This place smells like dog piss. It's really hard to keep a smile on your face when that's all you can think about.

Random members of the public are starting to crowd around (mainly females) and watch.

"Oh my god, I saw her in a magazine just this morning!" One girl shouts. I can't see what she looks like without turning my head. As I start to look towards her I see a small group of boys a little bit older than me, staring.

"Mason, get over here!" Elliot shouts. Mason gets up off the bench and walks over to me, looking me up and down as he does. Ugh!

"Hold hands and look up over there." Elliot points his finger towards the sun.

Mason grabs my hand without hesitation. We both tilt our heads up to look at the blinding fireball.

"Pirfect! . . . . Beautiful! . . . . Gorgouse! . . . ." Elliot shouts after each snap.

"Riley, darling." Sharon, (my clothes designer) says sweetly, walking over to us.

"What's up?" I smile.

"Would you change into these please." She hands me a long grey top, - which I assume is meant to be a dress, - a navy blue and white plates shirt, white Convers and sunglasses.

"Sure."

"Mason," I hear her call. "Change into these, please, hunny."

I go into the little tent that has been set up and slip the top on. I tie the shirt around my waist and step into the shoes, hanging the dress up on a hanger.

"Riley!" Trina, (my hair stylist) snaps. She's never normally this snappy.

She sits me down on the chair and does my hair half up half down, like Ariana Grande.

"What's wrong, T?" I ask calmly.

"It's nothing, don't worry about it." She smiles but it doesn't reach her eyes.

"What's wrong?" I ask again.

She places her hands on my shoulders and looks me in the eyes. She has beautiful green eyes.

"Don't ever get a boyfriend. You don't need 'em. They just lie and cheat." I can see the tears getting ready to fall. I pull her in for a hug.

I've known her for ten years. She started doing my hair when I was five, - she was twenty-one at the time.

"You're too good for him anyway." I hug her tighter.

"Come on, go over and let Christy touch up your makeup." She sniffles.

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I walk out of the tent wearing my own clothes. The shoot ended ten minutes ago.

I walk passed Mason and up to Elliot.

"You don't need me for anything else now, do you?" I ask, knowing that he doesn't.

"No sweetheart, go home." He says without looking at me.

I decide to go for a little walk around the park. There are trees everywhere.

I eventually find a lake/pond and plonk myself down on a bench.

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I'm ten minutes away from the hotel when a feel a hand on my arse. I freeze. Then in one quick movment, I grab his wrist, stamp on his foot with the heel of my foot, I then grab his shoulder and throw him to the ground.

I look down at him in disgust.

That's when I hear laughter. I look up to see the same group of boys that were in the park earlier.

"You think this is funny?" I reach.

They laugh harder. One boy is actually rolling around on the floor.

"You think going around and groping girls is funny?"

The guy on the floor gets up and steps very close. Too close. So close  I can feel his breath on my face.

"Fiesty, I like it." He winks. He clamps his hands on my hips and pulls me to him. I push against his chest but he doesn't move.

"Get. Off." I hiss through gritted teeth.

"Make me." He breathes.

I look around, but me, him and his mates are the only ones on the street.

Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. You've gone and done it now!

It's starting to get dark now and I'm not happy about that.

He walks me backwards until my back hits a wall forcefully. I feel my eyes start to sting.

How are you getting out of this this time? Hu? Hu?

"Please. Just let me go. I won't tell anyone." I plead.

His smirk turns into a sadistic grin. His grip on my hips tightens and he starts to lean down.

"No! No! Don't!" I cry, knowing what's coming next.

His lips slam into mine. They're hungry and demanding. I act like a brick wall, clamping my lips and eyes shut. I push on his chest. I slap him. Hard. But this just makes him kiss me more.

I pound on his chest over and over again. But to no avail. I can hear his friends saying things to each other. But I'm too scared to listen.

The next thing I know, the guy kissing me against my will is on the floor with what looks like a broken nose.

Noah steps in front of me with concern in his eyes.

"Are you ok?" He hesitantly places a hand on my shoulder.

"I-I. . . ." And then my knees buckle and I'm on the cold, dirty concrete sobbing my heart out.

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Well that escalated quickly, didn't it? 😦

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