"Naomi! Over here! Smile for me, babe!" The flash of the bulbs along with the effects of alcohol made walking in the dark an exceptionally difficult task.
"Move out of the way, now!" Naomi covered her face with her arm as an exceptionally pushy photographer shot off another half-dozen photos. Just as the paparazzi hoped, the chaos outside the nightclub made Naomi look dazed and confused. To add insult to injury her heel caught on a lip in the sidewalk as she was stepping down from the curb. She stumbled sideways and came dangerously close to planting her face on the sidewalk before she felt her bodyguard's strong arms around her waist.
"Come on, we're almost there." His words had little emotion in them. When they finally reached the black escalade that was awaiting her, she felt her feet lift off the ground as her bodyguard stuffed her into the back seat. After making sure all her extremities were safely in the vehicle, he quickly slammed the door.
The loud screaming of the paparazzi instantly became muffled, and their flash bulbs were muted by the darkness of the tinted windows. Naomi laid her head back on the seat and let out an exhausted sigh. Her ears were still ringing as an after-effect of the club's loud music, and the back seat was beginning to spin violently as a result of the massive amounts of alcohol she'd consumed. She closed her eyes to try to get away from the motion and sighed again. Just another night in the lovely life of Naomi Campbell. Bloody fantastic.
"Naomi, look at you - you're a mess!" Naomi was sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in her hands. She was wearing only an oversize pullover and her underwear. She hadn't realized her mother hadn't left for work yet.
"Muuum…" Naomi moaned, "Shhh, please!"
"Don't shush me young lady!" Naomi dropped her head onto the table; her mother's voice was making her dull headache pound. She massaged her temples to try to get some relief.
"…just because you're irresponsible and had too much to drink and God only knows what else last night, doesn't mean the world has to adjust to you…" Naomi was trying to think where this was coming from. She must have seen some unflattering photos of me in The Sun or The Daily Mirror.
"Listen to me. I know you think that because you're 18 you can take care of yourself, but I think we can both see this just isn't working. Sweetie, I'm your mother. I only want the best for you, and seeing you this way is breaking my heart." Naomi's stomach tightened as her mother's voice cracked on the last word. She lifted her head off the table to look at her. My God, she looks haggard. When did she start looking old? Her mother had deep rings under his eyes, and her usually carefully dyed roots were almost completely gray. I've been so caught up in my own life that I don't think I've taken a good look at her in months. Her stomach clenched again, only this time a wave of nausea hit her.
"Shit. Mum, I think I'm going to be sick." Naomi slapped her hand over her mouth and quickly ran to the bathroom, leaving her defeated mother sitting alone at the kitchen table holding his daughter's cup of coffee.
Naomi retched and vomited for a good 20 minutes. Whatever the hell she had ingested the night before just kept coming out. This is ridiculous. Finally she got herself up off her knees and made her way over to the sink to splash some water on her face. As she reached for the hand towel she caught sight of herself in the mirror and stopped dead. Jesus fuck! She leaned in for a closer look.
Her eyeliner had run down her face, leaving behind black streaks. The night before her eye shadow had looked sexily smoky but now it was downright frightening, and her blue eyes looked painfully bloodshot. Christ, it looks like my fucking eyes are bleeding. Her short blond hair was matted down on the sides and sticking up at the top. Naomi couldn't help but chuckle to herself. If only the paparazzi could see me now.
After taking a long hot shower and thoroughly brushing her teeth, Naomi walked out of the bathroom feeling quite a bit better. When she got to her room she was dismayed to see her mother sitting on her bed.
"Mum! I could've been naked, haven't you ever heard of privacy?" Her mother acted as if she hadn't heard her - instead she sighed and stood up.
"I want you to get dressed and pack a suitcase. We are going on a trip."
"Ha. Ha. Very funny." Her mother's face remained stonily serious as she took a few steps towards her.
"I am not going to stand by and watch as history repeats itself, you hear me? Now pack your bags and let's go. I already rang for a taxi." With that her mother turned and walked out the door. Naomi could barely believe her eyes. She hadn't seen her mother this serious and close to anger in…well, ever. Begrudgingly, Naomi got dressed and packed her bags. As she rubbed her arms to try to make the goose bumps go away, Naomi couldn't shake the feeling that her mother was about to do something extreme.