THE COMET RAZE #Wattys2014

PART 8-RUN AWAY

DAMIEN

Paparazzi started to emerge as I stop my car at the Apple store parking space. Yesterday, I promised to Raze that I would buy her a phone but there were too many paparazzi everywhere now, they were starting to take our pictures without our consent even if we're still inside the car.

"Shit" I hissed and dialled my manager's number. "F*ck it George, What the hell you're doing? Have I told you yesterday to drive away these paparazzi? I don't want them near me."

Supposedly, this thing that's happening between me and paparazzi should be a normal day in a life of Damien Alanzo. I am used to be followed by paparazzi for every single day; I get used to pretend that they don't exist, even though their parasitic approaches were making me rage every time. But I accepted this kind of living with consideration since this is the result of my decision and that is to be on limelight. I allowed these people to violate my privacy and freedom.

However, my outlook in life unexpectedly got rearrange now that Raze is here. It isn't acceptable for them to invade my privacy any longer for I fear that they might cause bad effect to Raze. I don't want her to be exposed to this kind of living, full of chaos and rumours. I want her to stay the way she is: innocent and pure, a rare gem like characteristic that I doubt that someone else possesses.

"Damien, ya' know that is close to impossibility. We were chasing them away from you since like forever. And your name is the hottest item, and most searchable icon that even the netizens were now voicing their speculations that you're company is trembling because of the merge you lost and...Damien, that girl, she is also causing uproar to your fans. Everyone wants a scoop of your life.

And you can't have two weeks leave. You have a photo shoot tomorrow with Vogue and an interview with Jimmy Kimmel on Thursday and you have signing contract and script reading with Warner Bros. following that day. I have already cancelled a lot of meetings on your sched even declined tons of calls, and for your names sake, you have to show up to Vogue photo shoot. You've already cancelled your schedule with them for gazillion times, already. We're also having rough time here."

I pressed the bridge to my nose while hearing my managers list of activities I must attend. This is getting beyond my nerves; the reason why I get people is to do the task that I find pathetic for me to do but then, they always fail my expectations.

"I told that I will have two week rest. So you better cancel the entire pesky schedule or better yet find another job. Understood? I don't care if you are having rough-sh*t-time. You signed the contract to me, that you will manage my f*cking time so better does it better at least or look for other crap for living."

I pressed the end button. This is the reason they say I am evil but this is the very nature of me that I often find useful to get other things be on their use. Being lenient only exist in the world of fools.

"Damien, are you angry?"

Raze on the passenger seat look at me with worried expressions. My forehead was creased because of anger but she somehow managed to immediately get rid of it. "Wow. You can now speak in a complete sentence?" I asked her with delight, completely forget my fury. She pleasantly smiled at me as her response.

"I am angry no more. Let's go out now?" She eagerly nodded her head. I opened my door just to be flood by more paparazzi. "Hey, don't touch me." I warned the paparazzo as I felt his hand snaking my arm. "Damien, Mr. Schultz retracted his merging contract with you. What is your real score with his daughters are you really dating both his daughters at same time?"

"Out of my way." I commanded the one who asked and sealed my mouth from his question. "Who is she Damien? Is she a new pretty girlfriend?"

I felt cold water dumped all over me as I saw Raze in front of the paparazzi, being harassed by their questions and flashing cameras. "Hey! Don't you dare take her photos" I snatched the camera of the paparazzi like a mad guy and crashing it on the floor, just an snap, my anger consumed me. "Damien. No." Raze was shocked and terrified from what I did. She unravelled her hand from me and knelt on the floor to collect the broken pieces of the camera. Paparazzi continued to take our photos not letting a moment pass unrecorded. "Raze. Come on. You don't have to do that." I was about to grab her but she slap away my hand. Then it was I who turned flabbergasted by what she did. She even eyed me with pure disgust.