Quirky Actress Is A Murderer

Lara POV “What is my schedule for today?” I asked my manager while resting my head on the car seat with my custom made glasses, which had the inscription, ‘Raven’. I felt the first grumble from my stomach hit me but ignored it as it was probably just hunger setting in. I was trying to lose weight for a role and have been doing intermittent fasting. I do get cravings at times, but whenever I think of my fans, I try not to let it get to me. “We have a photoshoot for your upcoming movie, then the reading of your lead drama series; it could take a while, but I will try and tell them to keep it short as you are very busy,” Isaiah, my manager briefed me. I exhaled out, resting my back on the comfortable seat on the van. There again, I felt a grumble in my stomach; this time it was much more intense. It is nothing. Absolutely nothing. “We should get going before it is too late,” Isaiah said to the driver. “No!” I exclaimed as this time around I could no longer hold it; I could feel the s**t almost blasting out of my ass; it has to be the lasagna I took last night when I had to satisfy a craving; it is not easy. “What is wrong?” Isaiah asked out of concern as he noticed I had begun sweating even under the AC. I pressed both of my legs together, trying to push the s**t back in, but it wouldn’t work. The next move was pressing my butt on the chair, and no, that didn’t work. Out of desperation, I begged for the van to be opened as I threw on a scarf and wore my glasses again to cover my face as I dashed out of the van. I tried to maintain composure as I walked past the paparazzi that were camping in front of the building, as I heard one of them say, “Isn't that Lara Benson?” “Seems like her,” one of them agreed. I quickly hasten my steps as I tried to outrun all of them, even with the situation I was in. Thankfully the elevator was empty as I walked in and pressed my room number before waiting for it to close. It didn't in time, as a tall man stepped in before it was shut. I forced a smile as I tried to cover up my face so I wouldn't be recognized. It is probably one of the reporters, or a fan, I thought to myself. I started getting impatient by his presence, as he has chosen not to press any buttons. I cleared my throat, trying to get his attention. When he turned, I took cue as I asked, "Aren't you going to..." I gestured with my hand what should be done as my stomach growled loudly, betraying me and hindering me from speaking further. I guess he understood either way as he stared at the buttons and ignored me again. This was becoming frightening as I started to think of the most about him; clearly he might be some stalker or an obsessed fan who had recognized me. "You know who I am, don't you?" I decided to tackle him just so he could get off quickly from the elevator; I wasn't ready to keep allowing his presence here. I grabbed the notepad he was holding on his left hand and asked, "Do you have a pen?" I asked, wanting to give him my autograph if that is what he was looking for. The man glared down at me with a look of confusion and annoyance; he offered an irritating look as he snatched the notepad back from my hands. He glowered at me with disdain as the elevator reached the last floor. My stomach grumbled again, and this time I had polluted the air, adding to the man's hate for me. He was probably wondering how a beautiful woman like me has a mess that could kill instantly. I felt battered; the man not only did not know me, but now his first encounter with the gorgeous Lara would be forever stamped in his mind. I was embarrassed as I tried to cover up my face. He was polite by trying not to act as though the stench in the elevator did not matter to him, but I smelt how bad it was. I hate myself now. I ran out of the elevator; a couple walked in and was immediately hit with the foul odor. I could hear the gagging as the door closed behind me. I ran to my penthouse, punched in the passcode before rushing to the toilet. ____________________________________________________. After this morning embarrassment, I didn't feel good at all; no matter how I tried to savage the situation in my head to make myself look good, it didn't work that way. I even called that good man a stalker in my head, and he didn't even know me. Worse is that I still haven't recovered from my purging; I need the toilet more than ever. "What did you eat last night?" Isaiah inquired inquisitively, as he could already tell that I had broken my fast. "Don't you dare lie to me." "I ate lasagna." I replied as I could no longer keep it a secret from him; I didn't feel too good at all. "I also had a large burger and a Pepsi," I pouted, trying to cutesy my way out of being scolded by him. "Lara," Isaiah almost trailed off, but he paused, "I have nothing to say." "I am sorry." "It is not your fault; the company has been pushing their limits with you these days; just don't let it happen next time." Isaiah offered me a bottle of water and medicine to help control my upset stomach. He entered the van and requested that I get taken home. "What about the rehearsals?" "Are you planning on doing that in your position? You have nothing to worry about; we will just say you are sick.," "No, don't say that; I don't want to get my fans disappointed. I am already getting blasted for missing out on so many things; if I keep that up, they will all leave," I said. My career is something that I don't want to joke with, as I have come so far for it; it will be a shame if I ruin it with so many canceled schedules. "But you are not fine," Isaiah said with concern evident in the way he spoke. "I know, I will battle it out in there. I need this role and many other ones. I may be at the peak of my career right now, and I want to stay there for much longer." Isaiah sighed, "As you wish.,"