The Journey to home

Chapter 1

"Get in the damn truck Carleen." He snapped staring at the unbelievably reckless red head in front of him. As expected, she didn't listen. She never had and this instance would be no different. He once loved that about her loved that she put up a fight at every turn, but nowadays it had because a ridiculous and incredibly tiring act for him. It seemed almost childish.

" I wouldn't step foot in your truck even if I was paid" she angrily yelled back. The neighbors hardly even blinked an eye at this supposed scene. It had become almost like clockwork the couple would fight almost every night. The whole gated community knew they stayed together for the money. They were Hollywood's it couple and had been for almost ten years. On camera they were the perfect complement to each other his wild her safety and protection and most importantly her calm. Everyone knew who they were except they really didn't.

"Your being childish Carleen. I'm so tired of your reluctance and fight at every turn" You could hear the exhaustion in his voice. A ten year fight and weight hung on his shoulders like a heavy coat. Nobody understood what he had to deal with. Everyone loves Carleen Adams but they didn't know her. He did. And she was nothing short of an awful human being. He had to be done with her about that he had already made up his mind. He didn't care how his agent or the general public reacted to it anymore. He wasn't in his early twenties anymore he was to old to being dealing with her strand of horse shit.

     He couldn't even believe he had fallen into this Hollywood trap in the first place. He was so far from who he used to be it wasn't even funny. He had lied for years to people and years of lies had covered his vision and blurred the path to reality and online persona. He had to dig himself out of all of this.

     Carleen never intended to let him win this fight. And new eventually he would give up and apologize soon. It was what he always did and she loved that feeling of power and control she had over him. She possessed him and she loved it. So when he simply shut the door and drove off a flame of anger sparked in her. How dare he! Didn't he know who she was! He would pay for this later. She dug out her phone and dialed the number to a limo service to drop her at her penthouse in Manhattan. 

ORELLIA

     The last cut for each dress felt amazing. The last sew felt even better than that. It was a feeling I have felt hundreds if not thousands of times. Dress making was something my mother had instilled in me. And in my early twenties it sounded like a no brainer life planned out situation. And maybe that was the problem it really was a no brainer for her. Her hands knew the all the patterns and it had been years since someone wanted anything, she found exciting or new. It was all the same thing over and over. It had become a dull routine. No matter how many times The Times published articles about her calling her the dress maker of the century. She was over the unexciting life. The cameras and paparazzi everywhere were exhausting and honestly she had never wanted or planned this. She refused to call her self-anything more than slightly above averagely known.

"Orellia you have done it again! This will be amazing for the Gala!!" Her most recent client praised. "It's everything I wanted like you could read my mind!" She hugged in appreciation and left. She was so confident in Orillia's ability she insisted on paying beforehand. Orellia hated that idea but her assistant and best friend had accepted the check with far to many zeros on it anyways.

"Are you really serious about this Orel? Are you really done now?" the worry was clear to see on Emily's face. She was worried about my life decisions. I knew she thought I was dumb for leaving it all behind but she just didn't understand. It wasn't a decision it was a calling to me. It was like everything in my life pointed to chasing after what I always wanted to do. I wanted to bake. It was something I had done since I was a child and had never gave up. Somewhere my dreams of owning a small town bakery got lost and I needed to get that dream back.

"Yes I am sure Emily I need to do this. Making dresses is fine and was fun for a while. Its opened up a lot of opportunities for me sure. But I can't stay just because its comfortable."

"What about the mooonnnnneeyyyyy?" She wailed "You made 50,000 just on this one dress that took you what a week to make? Girl you are making bank right now!"

"Its not about the money Emily I truly don't care about the money I just want to be happy and this spotlight thing just isn't for me ive been in it for 10 years its time I let go."

     This wasn't a topic up for discussion and Emily knew it just as well as I did. I had already told my management advisors and all the other people who had helped this journey. Sure they thought I was crazy but this is my life and it's my decision and I have made my mind up.

     I walked to the car waiting near by to take me to the airport. It was something I had set up a month ago to happen. I would finish my last dress and then fly straight back to my home roots. My things had already been packed and set up to be sent home. Which admittedly wasn't a lot of things, I had made this decision over a year ago so I have been living as much of a minimalistic life style as possible. Which hasn't been hard considering my work takes up the majority of my time. 

     It was long past time I go to a place I could make my home. Somewhere away from all the glitter and glamour and fashion. A place to call my own.