I'm Still Breathing

nine

As my alarm starts, I get ready. As per usual, Jamie is nowhere to be found, but it's okay. Today's the day, wherein I give what they deserve. I head to the shower and give myself a bath, waking up every single cell I have. I do everything just do pamper myself.

After a cold shower, I dry myself and walk to my closet, wearing my dress. It's not part of Ashley's clothing line. I am never going to wear her dresses again. I don't want any interaction between me and the whore of a friend.

I already packed my things, ready to leave. I'm going somewhere wherein people wouldn't treat me like shit. I want to disappear in a sea of people wherein people wouldn't notice who I am and the scandalous past I have.

I pack a small bag for my skinny jeans, a black shirt, and Vans. Also, I carry a black coat. I grab my purse, bag, and phone. I go downstairs and go to the limousine. Frank, the driver, opens the door for me and I thank him.

"Alone, Ms. Stacy?" He asks.

"Yes," I reply. "Oh, Frank, can you bring my car later? I would like to have a long alone drive after the Red Carpet."

"As you wish, Ms. Stacy."

"And Frank,"

"Yes, Ms. Stacy?"

"Can you get me suitcases when you drop me off? And buy a plane ticket to New York?"

"Yes, Ms. Stacy." He didn't ask. Good.

After thirty minutes of talking about the Red Carpet, I finally arrive at time. Frank opens the door and I smile. The blinding flashes of the cameras didn't mind me because I'm trained for it. I stop and pose for a few minutes until one interviewer calls out for me. I walk to the Red Carpet and the paparazzi are asking for some questions about me being alone, but I dodge them all

"Ms. Beth! Ms. Beth!" Jeanine, the interviewer for E! News, calls out for me. I approach her and give her a warm smile.

"Hello!" I cheerfully say.

"Why are you alone right now?" She thoughtfully asks.

"Oh, about that, I have something to show you," I say, taking out my phone and showing her the scandalous picture.

"Who is that?" She first asks, but she exclaims, "Oh my god! Is that Jamie Grey and Ashley Fitzgerald?"

"Yes, he's cheating on me," I plainly say. "But, don't worry, I'm alright."

"I'm sorry for them," she says, frowning. "A beautiful and caring girl like you doesn't deserve to be hurt like that!" I flush at her and playfully hit her arm.

"Gosh, Jeanine," I say, giggling. "Don't be like that!"

She laughs and replies, "Well, the truth must be spoken out loud. Whatever Ashley and Jamie are on now, I hope they wouldn't be full of themselves."

"They're probably somewhere," I say, but waving it off. "Whatever they're doing right now, I'm very sure that karma wrath's about to hurt them."

"Well, I bet that wrath will be the judgmental eyes of the people,"

"Nope," I say. "Sorry, I can't tell you. You'll see it tomorrow, I'm sure."

The Red Carpet finished at exactly 8:30. I see Frank at the parking lot and my bags are already at the back seat. Frank gives me my passport and plane ticket.

"Thank you, Frank," I say. "Be a kind man and don't tell anyone about my flight. I'll contact you if I need anything, but still I'll give you your monthly check."