Chapter 1

Sitting with her friends at the bar pretending to be one of them. When did all of the fame become one giant party? It was all apart of the game that she had been playing so long it was the same thing night after night. The clothes that barely covered her, the drinks that burned her throat and made it easier for her to deal with the random men putting their hands all over her body.

Her songs and music videos were filled with her barely clothed body and over sexualised lyrics there were also random guys provocatively touching her and her doing uncomfortable provocative dance moves. It wasn't who she really was but it was all she knew. So she was sitting in the bar with her "friends" drinking lots of funny named drinks that burnt her throat night after night. It was becoming too much for her. The constant encouragement of her mother for skimpier clothing and way over sexualised song lyrics was overwhelming her. Her brain was cloudy and her thoughts weren't clear in her mind but she knows that she wants out. She wasn't happy. She needed to escape.

She's not sure how she got back to her hotel room, but somehow she made it being followed by her publicist. She walked in telling the young police officer outside her hotel door not to let anyone else in. The young police officer followed her orders and told the group of publicist and "friends"that they needed to leave but an angry older lady tells him to open the door. The young officer knows who she is and hesitantly opens the door for her. The officer goes to close the door but gets interrupted by a high pitched scream from the older woman. The young officer quickly runs into the room to see the older woman grasping her hands over her mouth and the young star who wanted nothing more than to escape sitting on the ledge of the balcony, staring at the far away ground.

The young officer slowly approaches the glass door and steps out onto the balcony. The pretty brunette doesn't look at him but continues to stare at the ground with a distant unreadable look in her eyes. The older woman starts to step onto the balcony which causes the girl to inch forward, the officer quietly tells the woman to step back inside. When she does he slowly starts to walk towards the girl and she inches closer to the edge.

"Don't do this please don't do this" he says inching closer to her.

She turns and looks at him her face clear of any emotions, she studies him for a moment and inches forward again.

"What do you care?" She says her voice leaking no emotions.

" I don't know you and you don't know me but I can see you're a good person I can see it in your eyes. Please don't do this". He is close enough that he can grab her arm but she slips through his grip and starts falling off the balcony.

In a flash he is reaching over and gripping her hand a look pain and fear is on the girls pretty face.

"Let me go please" she yells at him , but he doesn't he just grips her hand tighter and tries to pull her up.

"No you may not see the good in yourself yet but it's there don't give up on it yet" he says as he struggles to pull her up.

"Give me your other hand please" he says feeling her start to slip from his grasp yet again. She hesitantly gives him her other hand and with one last tug he pulls her up onto the balcony.

Within seconds she's a sobbing heap in the officer's arms. The small girl clutches the officer's arms tight and then is pulled away by the older woman.

"Allison what the hell was that? How much have you had to drink? Did you think about the press? They might have seen you? Do you have any idea what this could do to your image?" the older woman shouts with venom dripping in her voice.

The older woman doesn't even say a simple 'thank you' to the young officer. The older woman just tells Allison about how arrogant she is and how she's ruining her image. It takes every ounce of the young officers will power not to tell the older woman this isn't time for scolding the girl clearly needs help that the older woman isn't giving or going to give to her.

It's not his place so he stays out of it. The officer stands in the corner until there is a knock at the door. The older woman answers the door and in steps the hotel manager who speaks with the older woman. They seem to have an agreement as they shake hands and she hands him a slip of paper. The manager motions for the officer to come with him out into the hallway.

They step into the brightly lit hotel hallway and the older manager keeps a hand on the officer's shoulder and runs the other over his big balding head.

"You know you did the right thing and they're very thankful for that." speaks the elder manager.

"Funny, it didn't really seem like that lady was very thankful I saved that girl's life." the young officer speaks sarcasm seeping through every pore.

"They are trust me Officer Moon, they are." he says patting the officer's shoulder.

"Okay" says Officer Moon fighting off the urge to go back and say something to the older woman.

"Austin they are offering us a cheque, that is if you don't tell anybody what really happened tonight and you go along with the story that they're gonna tell to the media tonight at the press conference, that you'll attend in an half hour." says the older manager a smile on his face.

"So they want me to lie for money? " he says his anger slowly building. "She needs help, not a cover story" he finishes staring at the elder manager in disbelief.

"Son, you know under different circumstances I wouldn't ask you to lie, but they're offering us a generous amount of money and you know your mother could really use it." says the man as a somber look crosses his face.

The officer stares at his father and observes every single one of his features. His eyes are sad and don't hold their old shine, they're distant and filled with an unreadable emotion just like the girl on the balcony. His father doesn't stand as tall as he used to, the bags are prominent under his eyes anymore now a days from his sleepless nights alone. He has a beard growing and it was bizarre for the officer to see his father with facial hair he had usually been well shaven daily but clearly lacking the past few months. The stress was clearly written all on his father and it made him feel 's the only reason he agreed to go along with it.

His father pulled him into a tight hug and then hands Officer Moon a small slip of paper. Moon can't bring himself to look at the paper for a moment so he just keeps it clasped in his hand . His father pats his shoulder and then moves to knock on the hotel room door to talk to the older woman again.

Officer Moon stands in the hallway replaying over everything that happened. Thinking how wrong he was for agreeing to go along with it, the girl needed real help and not just a cover story. His father was the only reason he was taking the money, and he told himself that every single penny would go straight to his mother. His thoughts were interrupted by his father.

"Austin be ready and down in the lobby in 15 minutes for the press conference" he says as he pats his son on the shoulder and gives him a weak smile.

Looking at his father reminded him of why he was doing this. He slowly unfolded the small slip and read the amount of money and couldn't believe his eyes. $500,000 to keep his mouth shut.

A little while later, everybody who was anybody was gathered in the lobby for Allison's press conference. Quiet murmurs filled the room as the people kept themselves busy waiting for her to arrive and release her statement on what happened earlier this evening. Austin, however, was the only one in the room who hasn't said a word since he arrived. People would try and engage in conversation with Officer Moon about the occurrence, but the conversation was always lacking something; a response.

He kept quiet for multiple reasons. One being he, himself, wasn't exactly sure of what happened earlier tonight. He knows what he saw, and how the conversation went, but the back story? He knew that there was something troubling the star, but he didn't have a clue as to what. Also, Austin's word had a price; a price of $500,000 dollars. He wanted nothing more than to tell every individual that asked him what happened on that balcony, including the press, what he really thought happened. But he knew that he couldn't, otherwise he would lose the zeros on the cheque he was given, and he knew he needed that money. His mom needed that money.

The audiences whispers drew to a stop, and Austin was pulled from his thoughts when the elder woman from the previous encounter set foot on the stage.

"Good Evening, everyone." She began "I would like to thank you all for joining us tonight as we have an important statement to release."

The cameras of the press began to release a bright flash as the petite brunette made her way up the small staircase leading her onto the stage.

"Hi there." she stuttered her words into the microphone.

She took a quick glance at her mother who was prompting her to continue to speak as she was directed to on the teleprompter before her. She took a deep breath, making an attempt to pull down her, in her opinion, too short of a dress down, and she began to speak as directed. It was very rarely she ever got the chance to speak freely.

"I understand the majority of you are here regarding your concern and curiosity of the events that took place prior, and the remaining people in this room are lost, and looking for the open buffet that is two doors down,"

The audience engaged in laughter at what Allison thought was purely dry humor. Once the laughter died down, she continued, "but my team and I are here to assure you that there is nothing to be concerned about. I was simply sitting on the balcony admiring the beautiful view LA has to offer and I got caught in a daydream. I would like to thank you all for your concern, but there is truly no need. Thank you."

As Allison made her way off the stage questions eroded from the audience and press;

'Daydream? Could you elaborate'

'You've been in LA for sometime; haven't you seen enough?'

'People say they saw someone pulling you back? Saving you?'

'What is the real story?'

All questions were to be ignored and averted as her mom and security pushed her through the audience. All of her security team minus one member; Officer Moon. Austin was still idle at the back of the room; consumed by his overwhelming thoughts. He was in disbelief at the charade he just witnessed. He couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that her team was more involved in maintaining her public image rather than making sure she is healthy and safe. Snapping him out of his thoughts was reporters with cameras and microphones surrounding him.

"Hello, you must be Officer Moon. You were present during this conflict, is that correct?"

Austin, caught of guard, regained his composer and proceeded to answer the question asked of him, clearing his throat.

"Uh, yeah, I was there, I-"

The over eager reporter cut off the tall blonde and continued with her questioning.

"So was it really a day dreaming incident? Or is there more to this story than the team is holding back from the rest of the public?"

Austin froze. This was the moment he was dreading. He knew she needed help, and that this would be best for her. But his mom. He needed the money for his mom. But he knew that there would be other ways to make the money; safer ways to make the money. That was it. He had made up his mind.

"Its-