"Sometimes, it doesn't matter how hard you try to run away from your past as for it will eventually find you..."
(Ok, 4th piece of work. Beforehand, I'll warn you, this story will contain references to: domestic abuse, death, violence, rape, sex, an...
"Come on, everybody! Get to work! Chop chop!", Alaska clapped her hands, rushing everyone.
"Are you sure I'm the right person for this job, Al?", I asked, frowning.
"Number one, yes. Number two, don't frown!. It'll give you wrinkles!", she replied, as she prepared her camera and gear.
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Alaska and I had been friends since high-school, and she was helping me out until I got a proper job. Apparently, having a PhD in Greek Mythology doesn't pay-off these days. Anyway, she needed a model for a photoshoot and I needed the money. I wasn't loaded, but before coming to New York I had saved enough to get my own place. That and... well, some money I kind of inherited from my brother. 'Niklaus...', my mind started wandering around the memory of him but Alaska cut off my thoughts.
"Hayley! Will you please look at the camera?", she asked, sarcastically.
"Yeah, I'm sorry".
"That's great!. You go girl!", she kept saying as she took what felt like a thousand pictures.
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"We're almost over, Hay", she said when her phone started ringing.
She walked away but started shouting right after. "What the hell does that even mean!? You get your ass right here, Kai or I swear to God... Fine!!! YOU ARE FIRED!!!!", she yelled, which made me jumpy.
I had known her for years and her yelling would still make me jumpy. To be honest, every loud noise had that effect on me.
"Great!. Fucking great! I have two major celebrities coming in fifteen minutes and nobody to take their pictures for the magazine!!", she huffed.
"Al, calm down, ok? I have no other plans. Why don't you do that shoot?. Then we can finish this...", I suggested. She looked at me.
"Thanks, Hay. See? This is why I love you!", she replied before starting to move her gear. I walked to a small resting place (if you can call it that) and sat down on a couch.
I felt tired and hadn't had much sleep the previous night. I wish I could say I was partying, but truth was I kept having nightmares. And I just... gave up on getting any sleep by 5.00 am. I closed my eyes for a second and thanked the make-up artists; I did look like a model. Well, kind of. At least nobody could tell I had big dark circles under my eyes, that seemed enough for me. I don't know how long I stayed like this.
