~Kayla~
After I ushered AJ out of the Attic, I regained my confidence, fixed my make-up and took a deep breathe. I stayed in the attic for God knows how long... I just know I saw the sun begin to set before I left.
Prada was good for many things. Many good things, that include, but are not limited to, making yourself know. I stride down the stairs, my head held high. I enter the living room, my arms crossed. I clear my throat, even though I don't need to. Everyone's already staring at me.
"Anthony." I say taking deep breathes, avoiding eye contact with anyone. "We need to talk."
"Okay..." He stirs forward in the chair, his hands on his knees
"Alone." I look around at everyone "now."
My friends hurry out. I turn around and shut the door. Locking it. I go to the dining room and mud room doors and do the same
"Anthony, why are you here?" I ask "do you want good press, or something? 'Britain's Pride goes to visit his sister' as a headline? ha. What a load of crap. The media will go for anything 'Big brother Anthony Lewis visits family' oh joy the brother I never had coming to get popularity seem like a perfect big brother too me."
"That's not why, Kayla." Anthony stands up "Look, there's pressure-"
"Ha. Pressure? What pressure? Your Perfect Anthony Lewis! How could anything go wrong?" I exclaim
"Oh, there's Pressure. Pressure to get a second Oscar. Pressure to go to Oxford and be a doctor for Grandfather, and oh, don't forget that I also have to be the perfect Hollywood boyfriend! Yay for me!" He exclaims sarcastically, throwing his hands in the air
"Welcome to my world buddy!" I spit out "I need to at least still get one major award, and if I don't, our parents are ashamed me, and if I do, I am cut off from the Millington Fortune! And don't ask me about the relationship thing, it's your fault you got a high stakes, annoying, Hollywood Girlfriend that you can't handle in the public eye, that's all your fault, Anthony."
"What a witch you've become." He stares me down
"Thanks for trying to be my bother, but that's not an option any more too late it's my time for revenge and you are not getting in the way seems like your high tower of glass perfectness is crashing all because of yourself. Thanks for trying to be the big brother that everyone wants though." I turn around and walk to the door, facing away from Anthony
"You can't change how we are family..." Anthony looks at me, sincerely
"You know for being such a hypocrite, your actually a really good actor." I whisper over my shoulder
"I think that's the nicest thing you've said to me in over 4 years, Kayla." Anthony tells me
"Well, don't take it to heart, I'll probably forget it by morning..." I say and fling open the doors, everyone steps back, I can tell everyone's been listening "and that children, is how a family can fall apart in Hollywood. I Hope you've learned a lesson." I walk past them and up the stairs before I turn down the hall, I turn back "Goodnight." I call out
When in my room, I lock the door, and get out my phone. I search the contacts until I find the number I had been oh so afraid, but secretly wanted to call, for months. I click on it and let in ring. Forget 'Britain's Pride goes to visit his sister', once the tabloids get a hold of 'Anthony Lewis Begins to Crack Under Pressure'... Well, that one should be easy to guess.
The phone stops ringing "Hello?" A voice says
I make sure I used '*67' before I say a word. I did. I try to use my best American accent, "Um, yes, hello, Whisper Magazine? This is Amanda. Amanda Hayfield, Anthony Lewis's girlfriend..." I bite my lip, hoping this might actually work.