I got home, with a feeling of relief. Because of our conversation, it made me want to thank Arden more.
I heard that someone was laughing in the living room and saw my mom packing clothes, and she was on call. Talking to someone, was about to walk upstairs when she noticed me.
"theia, you're here, good thing! You'll be having a shoot in New York the next two days. And as your lovely mother I already packed your clothes up!" she said with a smile. I didn't utter any words, in my thoughts I don't want to go, but well mother holds my schedule. I nod and walk to the room. And locked it.
In my bed, I looked at my vanity, and I could see myself clearly, looked at my eyes and maybe Arden's right. My eyes are so dark. And I remembered the first day of work. Makes me reminisce about the past, from how dad treated me as a princess and supports me. Not until, he died from cancer. Mom, was frustrated and we began to sell our house, because we no longer had a dish to eat on the table, and I just found myself getting stuck in the agency. From my first day, I was happy that time, cause maybe I began to be famous, to be praised by many, when suddenly that first day, I was locked inside a room. Frozen. at the age 15, I was fcked by an old man. I was crying, and had done my best to go out. But, I am not strong enough, my strength is not enough to protect me, even my mom who was once my strength, it was not enough. I was paralyzed from that trauma, but I was warned a lot of times, I am always given a threat. Mother never listens, she said I could change the life we had. That same date I lost sight of having a mother. I dreamed of escaping. Every time I had a photoshoot and runways, I always dreamed of revealing the secret of the industry. I have tried, but my voice wasn't enough. And even if I try, I no longer see the importance I once had seen in my life. So I am now, always just trying to talk, calm, and hug myself. Alone.
Back in reality, I see myself crying from the reflection of the mirror in the vanity area, my eyes were pleading for mercy, screaming for help, and asking for justice. I hugged myself again. Arden's words, echoes in my head. "'Respect and Happiness starts with you'". I cried so hard, hearing the noise of my cries echoing inside the room. I pity myself, so much. Whispering "I want change, I want freedom".
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I woke up with a headache, because lots of tears last night were dropped. I saw myself again in the vanity, and my eyes were obviously crying last night. I quickly fixed myself up and went downstairs, and found no one. I grabbed some food for my brunch and saw a luggage in the living room. I remembered what my mom told me last night. It made me curious about what kind of set it is so I opened the luggage, and almost everything is bikinis. I sighed. I closed the luggage when suddenly my phone rang. I grabbed it with an unregistered number, without hesitation I rejected it, when a message pops. 'it's Arden'. I felt relief at first, and made me think of something again. I smiled. I just remembered that Arden's my personal photographer, under the same organizer, so this thought made me feel secure to do the job. I was about to call Arden to ask about the upcoming shoot when my mother came.
"Oh, dear!" with a smile. "We'll be doing your hair now and also your nails, for the upcoming shoot, you need to be perfect in New York City!!" with a high pitch.
"When?" I asked.
"Now, so change your clothes already, I'll just grab something in my room" she said excitedly.
The whole day was tiring, but though relaxing I am again drained inside my room, and my eyes are still puffed and made me think, why did my mom never notice.
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"Today is the day, where my only Girl is experiencing and will be send to another projects!!" my mom. We're now heading to the airport and she's the most excited of course.
I haven't checked my phone yesterday, and right now I am using it, and a message from Arden, made me question why?
Arden: Ms. Quixeste, u busy tomorrow?
sent yesterday. This only means one thing. He doesn't know about this coming shoot.
"Where's Arden?" I suddenly asked, made my mom, and other people on the set who were waiting for the plane, this includes the old man who had touched me, stops from talking. "I mean, Mr. Evans" I cleared.
The old man laughed. "Antheia, haha we're having VIP's shoot, so that guy wouldn't be with us" he said while laughing. I was about to say a word when the plane arrives. What's the use of having a personal photographer if he won't be there in that private shoot?