Abused

One

It was a windy day in downtown Los Angeles. The sun was bright, and the leaves were falling from the trees. There were lots of traffic, and crowds of people. Some were excited for sports games, the others for the Red Carpet event. I was walking the city alone, watching the preparation for the Red Carpet event.

Katy had just finished her world tour. Normally we both roam the cities, but she was trying to catch up on some sleep for a few hours.

Katy had told me she wanted to stay single. I had asked her why, and all she told me was "I don't really feel like being in a relationship right now, or anytime soon."

I had just wished that her relationship with John was a success. I knew she loved him, and she told me she eventually wanted to marry him.

I think that's why Katy wasn't really up to the Red Carpet this evening. John was scheduled, and a lot of singles. I think that put her down a little.

I had to head back to the hotel to wake Katy. In two hours she had this event, so I had to wake her up ahead of time so she had plenty of time to get ready.

Back at the hotel, I see she slept with the tv at a low sound. Her back was facing me, and her head was under the covers. Her head was in a position where it was facing the bed frame, and as she kept breathing, her head slightly moved up and down. With her face in the open, I saw she was in a REM sleep.

I put my hand on her shoulder and shake her. "Katy," I whisper, "it's time to get ready."

She groaned, and put her face under the covers. "Hey, it's time to get up."

"I don't want too," her voice was faint.

"You have too."

Katy pulled the covers off of her face and looked at the tv. Looking at me, she huffs, then picks her head up.

Leaving Katy alone, I get ready myself. My dress this year was pink, with jewels. Fixing myself up and putting on the dress, I leave the room and go down by the hotel lobby.

The van for Katy was there, and of course the paparazzi.

Returning, Katy was ready, wearing a light purple dress with streams of dark purple all down it.

"The van is here," I tell Katy.

"Okay," she says fixing her hair.

Down in the lobby are some fans. Screaming and crying, we proceed, only being inconvenienced by paparazzi.

Katy and I enter the van and have a half an hour ride to the event. Katy was a little irritated from the paparazzi, and then complained she had a bit of a headache. "I'm telling you, the fucking paparazzi give me a headache."

Almost at the event, I speak with Katy. "Are you ready?"

"Every year I am," she had an annoyed look on her face.

"Let me ask you, do you still want to stay single?"

"Yes, why?"

"Lots of singles will be there."

Katy shook her head, and was quiet for the remainder of the ride. Arriving at the event, we both get out of the van approaching more fans along the sides. In just ten minutes, the event would begin.