Pretty Girl Tears

Chapter 12

Nothing could repair the trauma that had already ripped through Lauren's already damaged brain after the key night in Paris where her entire life was displayed upon millions of Tv screens and tabloid newspapers across the world that was for sure

However the pain was slowly soothed every time she pulled out the black sketch book from under her bed crawling through the pages for hours sometimes as she examined every page, every detail, every word.. they were the truest form of good intention and Lauren had never felt more spoken to in her entire life as she mentally drink up the messages from within the page

It was evident her distrust with Camila remained as she'd still after another 2 days not returned back to Karla HQ.. she felt selfish almost for wanting to keep the book in her possession as the more she looked the more she understood.. she was a story it seemed.. a message.. one that Camila knew in her heart she'd wanted to share with the world no matter how damaging it would have been to the company she'd bled to bring to life

It just so happened on a gloomy Wednesday morning that the sketches pulled her to think.. why didn't the woman just tell her.. she may not have followed through but she would have at least considered the idea of being a part of this heart throbbing story.. it was beautiful after all and if she could play any part in helping someone just like herself she'd be more than interested in moving forwards in some way..

The only problem being that painful twang slapping against the front of her chest.. she felt betrayed.. played almost and even with the longing to be near her she just didn't know how it would work..

She pulled out her phone reaching to text for her old and faithful advise giver after returning home yesterday afternoon

Lauren: I think I'm gonna go talk to her...

Manibear: ??? Are you sure? You can take Fallon if you want?

Lauren: no.. kind of think I need to do it alone x

Manibear: what are you gonna say? Do you need me to help you figure something out 💕

Lauren: I'm just gonna wing it, I'll never feel better if I don't confront her x

Manibear: well I'm here for you girl, ring me if you need back up😘

And with that Lauren set aside the device stepping up onto the cold floor beneath her to shove the sketchbook deep into her backpack making sure to zip it up securely to avoid any pounding raindrops filtering their way into the pages

She slip her jacket hood up burying her hands deep into the fluffy pockets making sure not to look up from the soaked ground as the warning of photographers catching a glimpse at her body was just too much to handle, it only took a few minutes to reach the glistening black doors guarded strategically with heavy looking security guards who instantly allow her into the building after taking a glimpse at her prominent features.. she hated it

"Oh my god Lauren? Baby hi? I-

Sam gasp as he look on at the raven haired celebrity pulling down her hood issuing a weak half smile before being ushered into Camila's office slightly confused as she was no where to be seen.. it didn't even smell of her

"Did you take a look? At the sketches I mean?"

"Uh yeah.. that's kind of the reason I'm here so.. is she around?"

She ask timidly as she notice the floor of models staring at her through the glass door with muttering mouths and a blatant shock, none of which however seemed to be doing any work which even for them was highly unusual with Camila running the halls