Adriana's Secret {Austin Mahone//Cara Delevigne}

Chapter One

"Mom!" I squealed as I ran down the stairs. She looked up from her usual spot, the stove. Hardly attentive I slowed my pace. "Victoria's Secret just gave me an offer to be a new Pink Ball model!" The smile refused to leave my face as I tried to catch my breath.

"Do you honestly think I would let you flaunt your body to a bunch of sinners on television?" she slammed the wooden spoon on the counter, "What kind of christian mother would that make me?" she glared into my eyes instantly making the painted smile wash from my face.

"But this is what I was-"

"You were born to be my daughter and live for Jesus, now go pray for the fact that you even thought about doing such a sin," she turned back to her usual afternoon activity of cooking. Anger filled my head pushing away any rational thoughts.

"No," I spoke, shocked it came out of my mouth.

"Excuse me," she slowly turned around, eventually darting eyes at me.

"You can't fucking keep me in this dump of a town and under your bullshit control forever," I spat as the blood in my veins began to flow. I puffed my chest out and in one moment I decided to show her cold shoulders for the way she's kept me trapped in this misconception of a life.

"Who are you?!" she yelled, "I didn't raise you to be a dirty mouthed sinner, I don't know who you are anymore," tears formed in her eyes, not making any emotion form in mine, "I do know one thing Adriana Marie, you're not my daughter anymore," she waved me away with her spoon. I walked off with a smirk across my lips. I finally can break free of this hole called Texas.

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"Yes I would love to accept your offer, I'll be eighteen in four days," I couldn't help but look at the door hoping she'd walk in, "Yes sir I'll be on the next flight tomorrow, thank you so much!" I hung up the phone to hear a slight shift outside the door. I whipped it open to see my mother crying. I laughed and closed the door. "I honestly have no pity for you so you can cry all you want honestly," I giggled at her weakness. Until realizing the true emotion through each sob.

"I just don't understand where I went wrong?" she let out through short breaths. I opened the door after I was done playing the bitch role. I pulled her into my embrace.

"You didn't do anything wrong, I just don't belong here," tears began to pile up in my eyes, "I'm not meant for this life, okay?" I pulled her away and she wasn't crying. She looked into my eyes and smiled. Confused by the sudden mood change I waited for an explanation.

"You better fuck up that runway," she giggled wiping away past tears "Excuse my language," we both chuckled waiting for each other to say the next words. But instead of words it was just a long pause due to the fact that we finally found an understanding. Finally.
She sent me off to bed early after remembering my new adventure tomorrow. I slipped into to sweats and a tank top seeming almost unable to sleep before my imagination took over drifting me off to sleep.
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I looked to see my Dad close to a heart attack bringing my luggage down stairs.

"Dad it's only a short mission trip to California I'll be okay," I caught eye contact with Mom as she smirked knowing what was really going on.

"Okay just remember sins are bad and I expect you to be a good example for the family," My dad spoke sternly holding back man tears. His stern law like poker out when he was nervous, that's where I got it from.

"Always will Dad," I put a fake smile on to keep him from being suspicious. Mom walks up to give me a hug bringing me into her short embrace.

Bringing her mouth up to my ear she speaks in her usual whisper tone. "Make sure you call me at your first photo shoot okay?" I smiled as she whispered before walking to the cab. I gave one last round of hugs before stepping my foot out the door of my old life into my new one.