Fake Girlfriend //S.M.//

Chapter 16

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Lacey's POV
Radisson RED Hotel

It's around 7:41 when I wake up. I look over to see a sleeping Shawn. I lean over and kiss him. His eyes flutter open. "Morning baby." His morning voice almost wakes me pass out. "Your morning voice is so sexy." I kiss his neck earning a small moan to escape his lips. I smirk at him and get out of bed.

He pulls me back. "Babe, I'm going to hang out with the entire crew today for a meeting, Andrew said you can come if you want but this meeting won't be over for awhile." He sits up and stretches.

"I think I'll take a lazy day." I yell from the bathroom as I brush my teeth. "Okay." Shouts as he walks in making me laugh. As we both get ready for today I remember the conversation about my siblings. Then I remember my mom. She doesn't even know I left, not like she'd care but still. "Shawn, I'm going to try and call my mom today... just to check in." I exhale, nervousness taking over my whole body.

He kisses my neck. "I hope things go well, I need to head out now." He hugs me from behind, whispers "I love you" in my ear then leaves. How do I tell my mom I'm halfway around the world?

I pace the bedroom for a good twenty minutes before I finally pick up my phone and dial my mom's number. "Please don't be drunk." I whisper out.

Who is this? I hear my mom slurr on the other line.

Mom, it's me, Lacey.

Lacey! Why haven't you been home! She screams out, I can hear the drunken anger in her voice.

I'm in Glasgow, Mom!

How? You have no money to get there. She laughs out.

I feel a tear rub down my cheek.

Actually I'm here working, I've been assigned as a fake girlfriend for a celebrity. My heart begins to race.

I can't believe it! My daughter is a slut.

Mom! I'm not a slut! It's just a fucking job! I can feel all the kept down anger rising.

My daughter is a prostitute and a slut and I didn't even know it! I can tell she's just trying to get a rile out of me without even seeing her face.

You know what mom, if I should even call you that! This job is to support my brother and sister and me. YOUR KIDS! But since your always out drinking and screwing every guy you see you don't seem to give two shits about us. You didn't even bother to ask how I am. Well guess what, screw you! I scream at the top of my lungs as tears run down my cheeks.

You're right. You're not my daughter. I hope you know you will not have a home when you get back from this slutty job!

The line goes dead.

That's when I break. Every string that was keeping me up as broke. I crumble to the floor crying and screaming. I want to do something to make the pain go away. There's no alcohol and I don't want to end up like my mom anyways. I walk in the bathroom and pick up Shawn's shaving razor. "I can't! I can't! I can't!" I throw it at the wall and run my hands through my hair.

I slide down the wall holding my knees to my chest and scream. I scream as loud and as hard as I possibly can to just let it all out. I run back into the bedroom and grab my phone. I dial Shawn's number. He picks up after around the sixth ring.