chapter seven: Red is all I see
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I felt my chest tighten as i watched him strut out the gate,
“I dont ever wanna see you again?….for real?” I repeated.
A soft chuckle escaped my lips.
Funny how those were the exact words i said to him,
As much as i hate to admit, i knew i didn't mean it, and secretly,
I was hoping he didn't mean it as well.
I shrugged my shoulders and stumped my foot on the reverse.
And just right in time, Beckys call came in.
“Perfect timing beck.” I rolled my eyes with relief saying.
“Thats why you hired me i guess,” she cheesed. “So uh, were you able to save the day?”
“Save the day?, not exactly. Discover things ive never once imagined in my life id be hearing, yes, and finally, lose my mind?…..yessss becky.” i slurred.
“Then i guess what i really have to say , is really bad timing as you said.” She swallowed saying.
“Whats wrong now???” I asked, feeling my pending anxiety spread against my skin.
“Its Mr Hosea.”she sighed.
“He says theres been a change in the job of the model, and like we know, its due tomorrow,”
“Becky i already know that, what exactly is wrong?” I pressed further,
Somehow, her anxiety was making me more anxious.
“Asides from the fact that we haven't gotten a model, we don't know for sure if, he will, be, you know, willing.”
I released my breath pinned breath.
“Gosh becky… i thought it was something dreadful,” i said.
“Yes, We have a model. And he is willing.”
….
Then there was a brief, yet awkward silence right before her voice quietly resumed.
“Are you sure?” She asked, with hesitance in her voice.
“Of course i am.” I answered.
“Oh my God, thats such a reliever,
so the thing uh, Mr Hosea asked me to inform you is that, although the shoot is due tomorrow,
“The model kinda needs to come today for a chemistry testing.” She pinched.
Chemistry what??
My heart must have dropped force stop for a second there.
“Hello….”
……..
“Hellowww??”
……
“Hello, miss Victoria are you there?” , Becky's cooling voice pulled me back to my conscious.
“Yeah..yeah i am., “ i shook my head rigorously, trying to shake off the vile message.
“Sorry what did you say?” I asked, silently pleading for a different answer.
“I said, um the model has to …come for a chemistry testing., like, now?”she repeated.
“Now?” I mouthed.
Then i swallowed
and nodded.
Again.
“Uh, becky, id call you back okay?” I said, gently placing the phone by a corner.
My spine stiffened.
Like id just been loaded with a chilling bowl of ice.
Then suddenly,
I felt my grip begin to harden around the wheel.
My eyebrows knotting in annoyance,
And my, temper,
“Damn it! Mr Hosea!” I cursed out loud.
Lucas hates me enough already! Thats the last thing he’d agree to.
Especially not after my mom tried to humiliate him.
And chemistry testing for what??,
Isn't it a models Job to know how to act Chemistry with his fellow model for Godsake!
Is this a f*****g curse at this point?!
I bit my lip angrily.
I was beginning to see red at this point.
No screw that,
Red was all i see.
And as my temper rose, so did my speed.
I felt like i was losing my mind all again from the beginning,
And i couldn't pick out exactly what was fueling the rage,
Was it the hurt?
, the rejection?
The betrayal,
Or was it learning that Trish didn't belong to dad?
my mom nearly selling me over a blackmail to a
guy i barely knew his name?
Which???
Or was it carl??
“Hey watch it!” A driver yelled at me, smartly maneuvering the wheels to avoid a crash.
“Gee get a grip of yourself…” the driver bit at me right before zooming off with a blast.
In that moment, I saw my entire life flash through my eyes.
My heart raced, and my breathing felt like a struggle.
I had completely gone over limit.
Shes right Victoria,….Get a grip of yourself.” I absorbed the words,
Keeping my eyes steady on the road now, i gently let go my tight grip on the steering.
Then calmly, turned the vehicle to a park mode.
“Okay now, ,”
“Deep breaths.” I said to myself.
But as i tried to calm my mind, the finality of Lucas's tone tugged at me now.
And the tension still hanging between us sprung back up my anxiety.
“He’d never agree to it, heck i still had doubts if he would even make it tomorrow,” I shook my head in defeat.
I couldn't lose this contract…i dont want to.
I picked up the cell phone i had tossed aside on the chair.
And painfully scrolled down on my contact list, till it landed on the letter T-
Trisha.
I blinked away the heat of hurt behind my eyes,
Fighting away the lump hanging on my throat,
But the ache wouldn't subside either,
So i cleared my throat and wiped away the tears that threatened to roll at the corners of my eyes.
Then hit the dial button.
it began to ring, and on the first beep, her voice broke the merry sound of the ringing tone.
“Oh this is a surprise i must say, and so weird, even for you…victoria.” Trisha scoffed saying.
“Im not doing this Trisha,” i shook my head tenderly.
“Well thats a shame, because I'm doing this.” She chuckled.
My eyes rolled around its sockets.
There was no point trying to fight a game, bickering.
The damage was done already.
“I need a model,” i paused saying.
“you style so many of them after-all, it should be easy for you to get one, to at least atone for stealing my man”
A smile must have drawn across her lips from the brief silence.
“Uhh….Well yh.. thats easy!” her voice casually lit up,
“So thats a yes?” My spirit quietly ignited as i readjusted my sitting position, .
She had agreed?
“Yh of course, …just give me a minute…” she excused saying.
“babe….Baby…..Someone needs a model, will you be a darling?” She called out over the phone,
“Tch , you know I'm no model,” a male voice brushed.
“Thats a job for the lame ones.” He chuckled.
“Carlll, don't be mean, its your ex fiancé” she slurred with a pout.
My breath caught.
Carl was with her? Again??
“What! Trish, please tell me thats not Victoria…” carls voice floated in the background with horror.
This b***h!
My lips tightened.
She was enjoying hurting me big time.
My teeth gnashed against each other.
My fingers tapping away tensely,
“You know what? f**k you Trisha.” I cursed.
Yall deserve each other okay!”
And also, you might wanna have a heart conversation with mom, she should have gravely something to tell you..”
“And carl. f**k you too.” I yanked the phone off my ear.
And started the engines.
My chest thumped.
Now its Lucas or nothing else,
Something tells me its about to be a damn right long day.
And i wasn't going to need his permission either.
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