Chapter 3: Can It Get Any Worse?
Yasmin got up really early the next morning, because her head was pounding and the phone was ringing. She picked it up and answered, "Hello?" "Hi honey," said a voice. "How's it going?" It took a minute, but Yasmin realized it was her dad. "Hi daddy," she said. "It's not going too well. I mean, how can she just blame it all on me?" "Your mother was just very mad." said Enrique, trying to calm his daughter down. "Whatever," Yasmin said. "But if I have a serious relapse, I'm blaming it on her." "Don't do that," Enrique said. "And you won't have a relapse." Yasmin was about to head downstairs, she she said, "I'll call you later, dad," she said. "Bye." She hung up the phone and picked her BlackBerry up off the table. She had several text messages from her crew that do the releases and stuff. "Why text me at times that you know I'm sleeping." she thought as she replied to them all. Then, with her BlackBerry in hand, she got up, put on her flip-flops and robe, and went downstairs. Her mom and Joey were sitting at the kitchen, eating cereal. "Morning." said Joey. Yasmin gave a fake wave and got a glass of milk. Then, she went into the living room. While she was flipping through the tv, her cell rang. "Hello?" she answered. "Hi Yas," said a voice. "It's Cloe." "Hey Cloe," Yasmin said. "Haven't talked to you in a bit. What's up?" "Nothing much," Cloe answered. "I have an audition coming up soon, for a role in that new movie that Shana Alexa wrote. It's for the lead role." "Cool," Yasmin said. "Good luck. Totally hope that you get the part." "Thanks," Cloe said. "So Yas, can I ask you a question?" "Sure," Yasmin answered. "Anything for you, Cloe." "Well," Cloe said. "Me and the girls were thinking, of doing, maybe one more show, the finish off Bratz, and we were, sort of wondering if you were up for it?" Yasmin almost choked on her milk. "Do what?" she asked. "Do one more gig," Cloe answered. "With Bratz." Yasmin couldn't say a word. "Are you kidding me," she thought. "Are you effing kidding me." "Yasmin." Cloe said. "Still here." Yasmin said. "So what do you say?" Cloe asked. "I say," Yasmin said. "Let me think about it." "Okay," Cloe said. "No worries. The gig would probably take place around Christmas." "Okay," Yasmin said. "Bye." Cloe was still talking when she hung up. "Are you kidding me!" she screamed. "What's wrong?" Joey asked. "Nothing." Yasmin said. She went upstairs and took a shower. She came back down, dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans, a tight black tank, and her Converse. She started texting away at a few of her crew members, and Timmy. She actually really liked him. "Yasmin." said her mother. Yasmin looked up and asked, "What?" "Do you mind going to get your sister from the hospital?" "I can't," Yasmin said. "I have another meeting today to discuss my promo and stuff." She looked at her watch. "In fact," she said. "It's in an hour." She got her handbag and keys, then left the house.
"So how does, a August promo trip to Spain sound?" asked Yasmin's new manager, Kevin. "It sounds good to me," Yasmin answered. "Sounds wonderful actually." "Good." Kevin said. He wrote that down. "That's all." Kevin said. Yasmin nodded and got her stuff. She went down the hall to her lounge. Timmy was there, waiting for her. "Hey." she said. She hugged him tight. "Hey," Timmy said. "How ya doin'?" "Fine." Yasmin answered. The two sat down on the couch. They talked and talked, like they always did. "Thanks for listening to all of my crap." Yasmin said. "I understand you." Timmy said. They hugged eachother tight. "Well," Yasmin said. "Let's go. I think I'm gonna go home and think up more promo crap." "That's so you." Timmy joked. The two laughed then left out.
Yasmin pulled up at her house and saw that her mom and stepdad were leaving out. She got out of her car and went up to the door. "We're going to get, Emily," said Joey. "See ya." Yasmin gave a fake wave and went inside. "Perfect," she said. "I need to get out of here." She grabbed two small cardboard boxes and put her laptop, make-up bag, lyric books, and her small box of extra guitar stuff inside. She put that box downstairs then filled up the other one with pictures that were around her room, posters, CD's, and her computer games. She put that downstairs too. Then, she went back upstairs, got two of her suitcases, and packed as much of her clothes as she could. Then, she went downstairs and put it all in the car. She quickly wrote a note and left taped to the counter. Then, with her keys, handbag, and BlackBerry in hand, she left the house.
"Yeah, I'm on my way over now," Yasmin said into her phone as she drove along the streets of Stilesville. "I can't stay in that house with her anymore. I'll go nuts and I'll have a relapse. That can't happen." "You needed to stay with me anyway," Enrique said. "From the way you've sounded, she's driving you crazy." "She is," Yasmin said. "I'll talk to you when I get there. Bye." "Bye, hon." Enrique said. Yasmin pushed End on her phone and sat it down in the seat beside her. She was happy to be out of her mother's house. Soon, she was at her dad's house. "Come on kiddo," Enrique said as Yasmin got out. "You're staying here, until you find an apartment." "Condo." Yasmin corrected. "Whatever." Enrique joked. They laughed and got Yasmin's stuff and went inside. "Hi Yasmin." said Lisa. "Hey." Yasmin said. "You're room is still open and the way you left it." Enrique explained as he and Yasmin went upstairs. When they got to her room, they dropped the boxes on the floor. Yasmin looked around. Her room was still the same, lavender theme she'd left it. She quite liked it. "Thanks dad." Yasmin said. She hugged her father. "No problem hon," said Enrique, returning the hug. "You don't need to be around your mother like that." They went back downstairs. "So Yasmin," Jessica said. "How long are you staying? Can you stay for a really long time?" "No," Yasmin answered. "Sorry. I'm only staying for like, a week. Until I get my condo straight." Jessica looked a bit disappointed by that. "Sorry." Yasmin added. Soon, her cell phone rang. She looked on the screen and saw who it was. Home. She sighed then answered, "Hello?" "Where are you?" asked her mother. "I'm at dad's house," answered Yasmin, annoyed by her mother's outburst. "I'm staying with him until I get my condo." "You better get back here right now," snapped Elena. "Your sister is looking for you. Did you even think of her?" Yasmin was so mad and she couldn't take it anymore. She got up, went upstairs, and swore at her mother so many times that she lost count. "Now," Yasmin finished. "Don't call me back. I don't wanna talk to you!" She pushed End on her phone and slammed it down on her bed. She closed her door and screamed as loud as possible. Then, she broke down and sank to the floor. Tears were flowing all over her arm. Her mother was getting on her nerves, the Bratz wanted her to get back with them, and she had several promo trips coming up. She was so, so, so stressed and now she was letting it out. She finally stopped crying and sat on the bed. She had her song, Feel The Sun, running through her head. "Feel the sun," she sang to herself as she hugged her knees to her chest. "Waves crash like my emotion. Life has begun, now I will be safe from the storm. I found the one, this angel's my salvation. I'm feeling strong, you will be there if I fall." She picked up her phone and texted Sasha. She wrote:
Sasha:
Hi. I need someone to talk to. Call me whenever you get this message. Love ya!!!
-Yasmin xoxo
About five minutes later, Yasmin's phone rang. She answered, "Hello?" "Hey Yas," said Sasha. "What's wrong?" Yasmin sighed and explained everything that was going on. "I'm just way, stressed." she finished off. "You seriously need a spa day," Sasha said. "Tell ya what. Let's get together and arrange a spa day, especially for you. We can chat and hang out, like old times." "That sounds good," Yasmin perked up a little. "Call me with a date and time and stuff." "Okay," Sasha said. "I'll talk to you later." "Okay," Yasmin said. "Bye." "Bye." Sasha said. Yasmin pushed End on her phone and put it down beside her. She turned on her lamp and looked around. The posters were still where she'd left them. Melanie C Here It Comes Again, Melanie C Northern Star, Monrose What You Don't Know, Spice Girls Viva Forever. She saw so much Mel C that it was giving her a headache. "So addicted." Yasmin thought to herself. Her dad walked in and said, "We heard you scream, but we knew that it was the 'let it out' scream." "I'm okay now," Yasmin said. "Just needed to chill for a second and let something out." Her dad hugged her tight. "I can't deal with this anymore," Yasmin said. "I need to be out on my own. Tomorrow, I'm going out and getting myself straight." She and her dad let go, then her dad left out and she went to bed.
Chapter 3 done. Chapter 4 coming soon. Hope you liked. Read and Review.
