I entered my apartment and slammed the door shut. I was breathing with pants. I was literally panting because I came running like a marathon. I wanted to run away from him. He followed me. He keeps an eye on everything I do, wherever I go he's watching me. I cleared the beads of sweat that I had on my forehead and gradually my breathe became normal. I turned attention of many people towards me because when I was running, I was looking like a psycho lady. Thank God hoodie covered my face and nobody was able to recognise me else paparazzi would have make a new issue out of it.
I went to washroom and washed my face and looked myself at mirror. I have lost weight since that accident and I didn't look the same. There are eye-bags under my eyes and my skin looks so pale like I have no blood in body left.
Now I should do something. I should seek help from someone to make them understand that I don't do drugs thing and all the accusations that I have on me are totally wrong and I have nothing to do with drugs scandal. I tried thinking about a person who would help me out in this.
Yeah! Nate. Nate will help me out in it. He's a very kind showstopper and I had also worked with him when I started my career. He was always kind to me. Maybe he would help me out. I hope so..
I quickly checked my handbag for phone and called him. I hope he lifts my call and doesn't ditch me like all the people have done. I called him for 5 times but he was not lifting my calls. A lone tear left my eye and rolled down my cheek..
Nobody is ready to help me out..
Disappointingly when I was about to keep my phone down in despair, I heard his voice as he lifted my call.
"Nate! Thank God you lifted my call. Nate I need your help. I want to meet you." I said. My voice had the edge of desperation.
But he didn't reply...
"Nate, are you hearing me?" I asked.
"Yes Alice I heard you in first place , but Alice I can't help you in it. You were convicted in front of everyone and now what do you expect me to do for you?" He replied.
"Nate please meet me once I know who's behind this all. Please for the sake of friendships that we had before." I begged him to give me a chance.
There was a long pause on the other side and I know he was comprehending that should give me a chance or not.
"Okay. Come to my office." He replied after a pause. I got so happy that he was ready to hear me. I desperately want a person who would believe me and my story. It is so big of him to even give me a chance because everyone is so scared to be even present near me. They are scared that my presence will ruin their reputation.
I wore the hoodie and very neatly covered my face so that no one would see me. I hope James will not be following me because he has already ruined my day when I was going to do groceries with the money that I'm left with.
I used my car and reached his office. I went inside and checked here and there for any sign of James or paparazzi. When I was sure that there's no one, I went inside and saw that Nate was sitting behind his desk and finalising some designs.
He saw me and got up. I rushed to him and hugged him. I really want support of someone. I want someone to be with me. He hugged me back and gave me a glass of water because I was crying.
"Alice, you need to stop crying. You came here to talk to me. We need to talk, right?" He coed me.
He was right. I came here to seek his help.
I told him that I have never ever in my whole life taken drugs. I don't even take any medicines unnecessarily. I told him that even I'm ready for my medical check up. If they found any signs of me being a drug-victim then I'll surely leave the industry. I can't let anyone destroy my hard work of years. I have worked a lot for this.
He was ready to help me and said that he will do what he can to persuade them. I'm sure he'll do something for me.
We exited his office and he came to gate to give farewell to me. We both were talking when suddenly we heard the sounds of cameras and mics. HOLY SHIT!
I was surrounded by the media and paparazzi. They started to take pictures of me and Nate holding hands.
"Are you both in a relationship?" One of the journalist asked us. I was legit shocked. "Ms. Miller, are you using Mr. Nate to save yourself?" Another one directed the question towards me.
"Is former and alleged model trying to seduce a showstopper to make her way back to industry?" This literally took me by shock. How can they be so ruthless?
But what Nate did shocked me more...
He literally left me hands and pushed me and I stumbled back in shock. He angrily saw me and directly said to press. "She's trying to have an affair with me so that I can give her a chance in my magazines which I'll not for sure." He hissed and gritted his teeth.
"Nate..." I couldn't form words out of my mouth. The person I thought who would help me out is accusing me of having low character.
He started saying shameful things about me and called me by names. I ran away from there because I know what tomorrow newspaper will call me: a bitch.
I got into my car and ran away from the oceans of questions. When I knew that I was far from there, I stopped the car and hit my head with steering wheel. I'm totally miserable and broken. I was scarred. I sobbed louder. There was no one to help me out.
My phone beeped and I checked to see who the message was from. It was from unknown number.
Hello jewel,
This is only the beginning of your destruction. I'm going to devastate you more. I'll give you more pain than the pain you have to Eliza. You'll wish for death but even death will leave your side. There is so much to come..
Stay tuned.
Your enemy.
I gasped seeing his message. I threw my phone. How could I not understand that James was the one who sent media to give another wrong impression of me to them. How can anyone be so animal?!
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"You will always be my king, my ideal source of happiness, and the man who loved me regardless of all my flaws. I love you, now and forever, dad. I miss you more every day. You will forever be in my heart and mind." I said to the grave of my father. I wish I could dig the grave and lie with him forever. I wish I would have died with him. He left so soon.
I was caressing the flowers that were on his grave. Those petals were dead as dead as my happiness. I had no one to lose now. Those petals were dry and dead that means that no one came to see him not even mom. They were probably the petals that I laid on his grave last time when I came.
I kissed the stone where his name was written. I told him everything about the accident and James. He knows everything and he doesn't complain and never demand answers from me.. he's here with me, my dad.
I sat by his grave for an hour and so and then it was time to say good bye to him. I kissed his gravestone and promised him that I'll come soon to see him.
When I was leaving, my eyes caught attention on another grave which was away from my dad's grave but it was the name that caught my attention.
"Eliza Doolittle, beloved of James Ashton."
Oh God! This is the grave of Eliza. She's in the same graveyard where my dad is..
I went to her grave and cried when I caressed her gravestone. She was too young to die.
"I'm sorry Eliza. I never meant to hit you with my car: I'm sorry for destroying your and Jame's happy life. You were so beautiful and your beauty was destroyed by your blood which was oozed by me..." I started sobbing Terribly.
"Please forgive me Eliza. Please please have mercy on me." I cried harder this time.
"Like what I see here." A husky and manly, heavy but young and confident voice interrupted me.
By the voice there was an edge of anger, I knew who he was...
The devil himself; James Ashton
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