You stare at yourself in the mirror, your body covered in scars. But you are smiling, for some absurd reason, you are smiling. But the smile doesn't reach your eyes, like it does to everyone else. The smile is fake, like everything else in your life.
You walk to your closet, pulling it open and finding an outfit for the day. You grab a sweater some dark faded skinnies and some boots. You glance in the mirror before putting the clothes on, and pulling your hair back in a ponytail.
Hollywood's' so different from what you expected, you expected the fame, and glamour, but instead it's fake. These people around you are fake. This isn't real. This world isn't your world; you were a girl with a big dream.
The dream wasn't fake though, it was real. As real as it got. The parties, the free drinks, the drugs, this is a fake life to you. This isn't the real part, but then again, what is real in this world? The one thing you know is real is love, but you haven't felt that yet. It's not like you haven't been in a relationship, because you have, just never been in love like most girls at your age have been. Lately you haven't had the time for a relationship anyways.
You walk out of your front door, cameras flashing from every direction. The freezing cold temperature hits you like a brick, you wince as it does. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you walk to your car and get in. Soon you're on your way, not quite sure where you are going. Anywhere must be better than here, right?
The only reason paparazzi were waiting for you is because you're a celebrity now, you are an actress, something you've wanted to be your whole life. Everyone just assumed you were going to be a big sports star, because of how much you liked it in high school. None of them knew your secret passion for acting. Well, none of them really bothered to try and get know you anyways, so you didn't really care.
You pull up at the all too familiar driveway, his car parked. You're normally at least ten miles away from this, unless you're drunk or just normally in a state of mind that you have to have him. But today, something is different, you are not exactly sure what, but it is.
You walk up to the front door, knocking lightly. You wait for what seems to be thirty seconds, before it opens, revealing him.
He looks at you, almost disgusted you're here, but his face soon changes over to lust, and you shake your head. You are not here for that, like you said, you are not really sure why you are here. You just are. Confusion soon rises on his face, and you giggle a little bit, for you realize he doesn't know what you want except for that.
He moves out of the way, letting you in. You smile at him, before walking into the house and setting yourself on the couch. This is stupid, you shouldn't be here, and it feels awfully uncomfortable, almost. This is not like you; you don't normally walk into his house unless you need something from him. Maybe you need comfort.
You feel the couch dip, meaning that he has sat down with you. You look at his eyes; confusion is still living in them.
"Why are you here Mace?" He asks you.
"Have you ever been in love?" You blurt out at him, and he looks at you weirdly.
"Yes, I have." He answers to you, you look up at him, shocked. He didn't really seem the type. He looked like one of the guys who just use girls for his pleasure, at least, that are what you thought he was doing with you, but as everyone says, there's more beneath the surface that you don't know about.
"What does it feel like?" You ask him, you want to know what's like to be loved, or to have someone love you.
"What's suddenly brought this on?" You shrugged your shoulders, you really have no idea.
"It's just, I've never really been in love, and I'm curious." You answer after a few moments of silence. You look at him, and your eyes connect with each other. He leans down slowly, and pecks your lips. He pulls back too quickly for your liking. Suddenly, his lips are on your neck, kissing and sucking in certain spots making you moan, he always knew what to do, and you hate him for it.
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You wake up a few hours later, groaning as you realized what you've done again. You try and wiggle yourself away from him, but he pulls you hard against his chest. You struggle for a bit, but soon realize he isn't going to let you go.
"Please," You say, but still he doesn't let you go. He's never done this before, he's normally the one in the shower, and you'd be getting your clothes on and would be out of the house before he even walked out of his bathroom.
You relax into him, and just think about how all of this started, you were drunk the first time it happened, and from there in on out, it kept going.
About ten minutes later, you hear him come around. He groans and releases you. You sit up, and put your back against the pillow for a more comfortable position. His eyes shot to you as you move, but you just look away and sigh.
"It happened again, and it fucking shouldn't have," you say, anger building up.
"Fuck you," he says, before getting up and chucking your clothes at you and puts his clothes back on. You lift one eyebrow at him in confusion.
"I need to go shopping, you're coming with me," He says without waiting for a yes or no off of you. You glare at him before getting up and putting your clothes back on, you go to the mirror, looking at yourself. You're a mess. You walk into his bathroom and grab a brush and comb through your hair, detangling it. You then go to your purse to get some of your make-up; you grab it out of the back pocket to have it taken away from you. You look up at him with a glare fixed on your face.
"You don't need it," he says to you, before throwing it into the bin.
"Yes, I do indeed, as I look like I was just dragged to hell and back," You shout at him. He doesn't reply, but simply takes your hand and drags you to his car. You go to question about why you can't take your own car, but push's you into the passenger seat. He soon, is in the driver's seat, and you are on your way to Wal-Mart.
By the time you get to Wal-Mart paparazzi are surrounding the place, waiting for you, you ignore them, and just walk in and carry on with the shopping.
You are half way around Wal-Mart and with a cart full of different things. You've thrown in a couple of healthy things because all he has put in is a bunch of rubbish.
You finished up, and load the things into the trunk of his car. You stop at your house for a change of clothes and pajamas. Nothing is going to happen tonight, he promised it.
You get back to his house to find another car parked in the driveway, you glance at him but he simply shrugs. You get out of the car, and grab your other night bag, and some of the shopping bags.
You walk in the house, and are startled by the venom coming off of Nick's words as he speaks.
You figured out who he is yet?
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