Gripping the sides of the toilet, I emptied the contents of my stomach into it. My thoughts swirled as my stomach churned and one last time, causing me to throw up whatever was left in me. This was not out of the ordinary in this business. I was clearly underweight but I hid it well. Being just over one-hundred pounds at this ripe age would send any doctor into a frenzy. It just sends me into a fit of bulemia.
Wiping my mouth, I regained my composure and checked my reflection in the mirror. All of my makeup was still in tact, giving me the false beauty that everyone was so caught up on. I didn't mind, though: I got paid to hide behind makeup and throw up the only dignity I had left in me.
I straightened out my shirt and exited the bathroom. I was in some extremely fancy restaurant with my agent. She was sitting with someone, and that someone was a male. He looked tall just from the way his legs were tangled together underneath the table. He had messy black hair and dark makeup smeared underneath his eyes.
"Oh, Avelin!" She exclaimed, clapping her hands together. "Come here, darling."
I obeyed, sitting in a chair across from the man and next to my agent.
"This is Jamison, he's one of the agencies new models. Jamison, this is Avelin."
He just nodded at me, leaving my hand to slowly return to my side. I recovered myself, adjusting the way I was sitting and placing my napkin on my lap. I hadn't eaten when I excused myself to go to the bathroom the first time.
Jamison was just sitting there, a smirk stretching out the outline of his lips. He kept glancing at me, probably sizing me up to see what the agency had previously been looking for. It didn't bother me, nor did he intimidate me in the least bit. If anything I saw right through him: a struggling musician trying to use his looks to get money. I see it all the time. It comes as no surprise.
As the waitress took our orders, I couldn't help but feel a bit of jealousy towards him. He got this so easily, but everyone else had to work for it. Go from agency to agency, look this way, lose that much weight. But Jamison, no he was perfect. He was just cocky enough, his ego just the right size.
"Avelin, your food is in front of you."
I looked up to see Jamison staring down at me. He was just as tall as I thought he was, the length of his pants making him seem taller.
"You look like you could gain a few pounds."
Now, if I said that, my agent would have my head. Like I said, he's perfect, they can't afford to lose him.
"You know, he's right," Alex, my agent, said. "Have you been eating properly?"
"Yes." I bit my lip to keep all the other things I wanted to say in. If they ever left my lips I'd be unemployed and broke.
"Well you're just staring at your food, you might want to eat it."
Glaring at him, I excused myself once again. He excused himself as well, following me outside. I ignored him, just stopping to pull a small compact out of my purse to check myself in it. He just laughed, stopping abruptly when I threw my compact back into my purse and kicked him in the shin. He winced, mumbling something about me being lucky I'm a girl. He's not intimidating.
"Is there a reason you're following me? Or do you just enjoy being a douchebag?" I asked, not really wanting an answer.
"Don't flatter yourself, I enjoy being a douchebag."
"In that case, how about you leave me the hell alone?"
He laughed again, then made his way back inside the restaurant. I got in my car, having every intention of leaving. As I started the engine, Jamison decided to grace me with his presence.
"Get out of my car." I demanded, my voice hard and cold.
"Why? I want to go for a ride."
"I'm going to fucking kill you, Jamison."
"That's flattering," he smiled, placing his right hand over his heart.
What he didn't know, is that if I say I'm going to do something, it gets done. I live up to my word, and I back out of nothing. If I tell someone I'm going to kill them, they will be killed. He got involved in this business for a dirty reason, made a dirty deal, and is going to go to Hell with a dirty suit.
Poor boy.
The car ride was silent. The atmosphere wasn't awkward, it was tense. Even as I turned off the car and made my way into my apartment complex, he just followed. He should have turned around instead of watching the way my hips swayed as I walked in front of him. He didn't know it was a trick, just to lure him into my apartment. Oblivious, he shut the door and proceeded to sit on my couch.
"Don't move," I told him. He nodded.
I made my way to my bedroom, the rage just building inside of me. This boy, he could piss me off like no other. Not only was there rage, there was jealousy. I frantically searched through the drawers of my nightstand, paranoid he'd walk in sometime soon and figure me out.
Taking it into my hands, I made my way back into the living room where the innocent boy was flipping through a magazine. I smiled to myself, walking up behind him, only stopping when I was pressed hard into the back of the couch.
"I'm on page thirty-four," I whispered as I attached my lips to the base of his neck.
He moaned like a cheap whore, giving me the perfect opportunity to put the gun against the side of his head. He didn't even know what it was.
See, there's a line in this business, and most people start on the fashion side. Some make the cross over, most don't. Those who don't are the ones who never live up to anything they say. They're the ones who do drugs but never overdose. They drink alcohol but never got alcohol poisoning. The ones who know they shouldn't smoke so they move on to Nicorette patches. The ones who do, well, I'm a perfect example.
Because, you see, I just crossed the line from fashion to crime the second I pulled the trigger.
Sad minion of mine, don't be so unkind.
I know I stole your coat.
You can this song I wrote.
And I just crossed the line from fashion to crime.
But it's such a perfect fit when I am wearing it.
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Maybe you should rate & message. You know, just to tell me how much you loved it.
I hate bribing people.
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