Queen Of Saigon (A Lana del Rey West Coast Fanfiction)

Mirror - Chapter 1

I feel the cold breeze hit my bare legs. His grip on my wrist tightens, pulling me along roughly. I whimper in protest.

"Shut up, Scarlett. I dont want any lip from you right now. Papparazi will be right through the next terminal. Smile. We dont need anymore bad publicity."

"Let. go. of. me." I mutter through my teeth. When he hesitates, I yank myself from him and start toward the terminal myself. I get odd looks from a few people around. But the one that bothers me most is this blonde haired woman. She stops in the middle of the room as I almost past her, giving me a wonderous look. 

Suddenly I feel strong arms snap around my waist, pulling me back. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" He whisper yells. "Dont you dare try to yank away from me,  we are in this together and we will walk in, a happy, content couple. On top of the world."

I barely hear him, Im still focused on the woman behind us. 

I look up to Alex, he is smiling so wide it brightens my heart. Is he over it now?

Thats when I see the bright, white flash.

Its all for the cameras. I try to fix my dissapointed expression and hope that my staring at him looked as if it was admiration, awe.

I smile and try to keep pace with him, focused on the door. Its crowded with more papparazi, how are we going to get out?

"Hows the lovely couple?" 

"Common Alexett show us a kiss, wheres the love?!" 

Ugh, Alexett. Alexett is our "couple name" Alexander and Scarlett. 

I feel smooth, cool lips brush against my cheekbone. And as he pulls away I turn my face upward to him. Giving him the sweetest peck I could manage on his plump lips and give him a smirk.

He smiles down at me and the smile, it touches his eyes. His beautiful, green eyes. I notice they arent looking so dull for  once, and I feel warmth spreading within my chest. Hope once again. 

We get to the crowd by the airport door and all I cant focus on is the nice limosuine waiting for us outside. My body is weak and I'm in need of rest. 

As we make our way through the crowd I hear screams and shout all around. This shit makes me crazy. It doesnt help that Im claustrophobic. 

"Move out of the fucking way, damnit," I hear Alex saying

"Hey babe, nice shorts can you turn around for the camera?" All they want is a show. I try to hurry pass these creepy paps, and get shoved back.

As I my back hits the late security guard, my sunglasses fall off my face. 'Shit.' I think. Those were expensive, but I think nothing of it until I look up, The first reeaction is gasps. Nothing but gasps. I see my reflection, like a mirror in the cameras and the distorted color surrounding my eye. 

Heat floods my cheeks and I know I'm really living up to my name. 

Next thing I know I'm yanked toward the black truck with tinted windows. No limo for me. The black door is slammed shut hard as Alex climbs in and I shudder.

"Next time stay your ass in line. You shouldve stayed with me-"

"I was shoved! I--"

"I dont want want to hear it. You just want the world to see and hear about my mistakes my failures!"

So what if they know. The can only see and hear my pain.

I can feel it.