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And this time, I'm going to use page breaks. Now that I've had two complaints on them. Tehe.
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She couldn't help but sob, falling into his arms and letting her fear in tears leak onto his shoulder. She didn't know him; after all, he was new. The new camera man.
He hugged her tightly, whispering sweet nothings to calm her down. He couldn't imagine what had happened to her, and was glad he grabbed a broken log to save her.
But, there was something glinting in his dull blue eyes. Something that showed everything that had just happened to her; did not come as a surprise.
As he held her, whispering to her that everything was going to okay. That the man was dead. He was never going to hurt her ever again. Autumn found herself drained. From working so late, and the tears, and the fighting… Autumn found that she was more tired than ever. It was not long before he had her at the front door to the condo she was renting for the remainder of her stay.
She didn't ask him how he knew where she lived. She didn't ask him why he was at the scene of the crime. None of this mattered; she was too tired to care. Too frightened to worry over it.
She didn't worry over him when he led her to her room. And laid her in bed. She was still clinging to him desperately, and didn't want to let go. Shaking terribly, James Carter slowly gave her a gentle hug.
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Autumn found herself surrounded by female faces when she woke. Each one asking her to relive the horrible night. She recognized each female as a room mate who stayed in the condo as well.
Autumn merely shut her mouth, pointing her finger towards the door. Signaling for everyone to get out of the room she was staying in.
Autumn McKane found herself stuck in her room for the remainder of the day. And for the rest of the week. She was too shaken to leave. Never had anything like that ever happened to her. And it was frightening to think it happened near the Chocolate Factory. Something she thought was so beautiful at night.
It was the next day that Autumn was walking with Alleara. Chatting about the week ahead. Both where excited, and Autumn was acting as if the night before hadn't happened.
It was shocking for many of the girls to see Autumn walking around the house, joking and smiling. 'Everything hidden behind a smile'.
Alleara tried to ignore the fact that Autumn was hiding form the fact that she was nearly raped. Killed, or worse. She only wanted Autumn to be happy, and was guessing this was the way towards recovery. Many things didn't need to be talked over. Many things just needed to be ignored.
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No one said a word after that day, and soon things were going smoothly. Many just ignored Autumn, thinking it was best not to bring it up. As the days passed Autumn and Alleara found themselves in the photo shoot. No photos where to be taken, but great things where about to happen, and neither of them realized it.
Autumn, Alleara and a few other girls who where gathered around James Carter gave short giggles. Soon silenced when their managers walked in. Each one grinning and shaking hands.
"Great news," shouted a male manager that Autumn realized was her own; Greg Mantis. He had white hair, slicked back and a pearl white grin. He waved for a large woman to come out. She was rolling out a huge selection of costumes and masks. Feathers, velvets, silks. All ruffles and colors.
"We are holding a party." Many cheers erupted, several excited glances. "Not just any party, loves. This is dedicated to all models. Male, female, transgender… This is your coming out party. Our magazines have just been published in England and America. And a ninety percent raise is in your favor!"
Shouts, screams, cheers, hugs and kisses went all around. Many faces where excited, in the case of both Alleara and Autumn.
"It's going to be based off of a Cabaret. Not just any Cabaret, but the Moulin Rouge! Now, your costumes will be handed to you now, and you must wear this on the night of the party-"
"When is it!" Shouted a male in the back.
"Friday night, at nine 'o clock."
Merely four days away.
