YARA’S POINT OF VIEW
I woke up to see my name printed in the front page of an online gossip magazine with the words ‘home wrecker’ next to it.
There was a picture of me looking really ugly and scruffy in a head scarf, faded T-shirt, a yoga pant and flip flops next to an insanely stunning picture of Olivia Reverra on the Oscar red carpet draped in a stunning blue Chanel couture dress, which was covered in thousands of Swarovski crystals, heels to die for and a perfectly flawless skin.
The heading of the post read ‘Walter Davis left America’s sweetheart Olivia Reverra for this’ I am the ‘this’. I headed to the comment section even if I knew that I probably should not.
‘She is so ugly! What does Walter see in that bitch?!’ The first comment read, I could imagine a frown on the face of the fan as they wrote this comment. They were probably on their kitchen counter, typing furiously with a mug filled with coffee by their side.
“Men! I had Walter! He is such a playboy! I am not going to watch his new movie, I hope it flops,” another comment read, it was followed by replied of people also pledging to boycott Walter’s new movie.
‘Olivia is absolutely stunning, Walter left a real life Disney princess for a toad.’ The last comment I read before finally deciding to log off of that site said.
I sighed sadly. I logged into my instagram account hoping to just scroll through, like a few photos and just chill only to see my page and DM flooded with hate comments and death threats.
It felt so shocking and scary, some of the death threats were so graphic and explicit, I started to get scared for my life.
I logged out of my instagram account and disabled all my social media accounts. Maybe if I lay low then they will forget how much they hate me, how much they blame me for splitting up their favorite celebrity couples who had already broken up before I even got into the picture.
The worse part is that they are blaming the wrong person! Or maybe Walter lied to me and he did cheat on Olivia because I can’t imagine her cheating, she’s such a good person, from how she acts on the red carpet to how she acts in movies, I don’t think she has ever done a role where she is the mean girl.
It kinda feels horrible being the ‘Hailey Baldwin’ of this ‘Justin and Selena’ relationship.
I stretched and stood up. Stifling a yawn I walked to the door of the room, I think I need a walk.
I walked out of the room into the narrow hallway then to another compartment of the resort . The whole was reserved for just Walter, Audrey and I that is why I was surprised to hear moan and guttural sounds coming from the room opposite me.
The door was left completely open as if the people having sex in there absolutely wanted everyone passing to see, I looked away. This is none of my business, I was about to turn back to go to my room when I heard.
“Oh Walter fuck me harder.” In a moany voice, a feminine voice.
This shouldn’t bother me but somehow it does, somehow my throat feels like it might collapse on itself, somehow I feel like I can’t breathe, somehow I feel like I can’t stop the tears from falling from my eyes. Somehow I feel betrayed, which I shouldn’t because he wasn’t mine to begin with.
ZARA’S POINT OF VIEW
“Hello family meet the mother of my unborn child.” Hunter said with a stupid wide smile on his face, I rolled my eyes.
“Oh great Hunter brought home another stray.” A lady said. She looked like a high fashion model like the type that should be on the Victoria secret stage, like she should be friends with elite celebrities like Gigi Hadid, Kendall Jenner, Zendaya and other gorgeous women.
She held a vape to her lips, sucked on it and blew out the smoky air.
“And Zara meet my lovely sister Amber, she is a totally spoilt pain in the ass but you’ll get used to her.” Hunter said. His sister Amber laughed.
“Nice to meet you Zara, oh my god why do you look that way! What’s with the smudged mascara and those clothes they make my eyes bleed. You really look like a stray cat but not to worry I’ll clean you up.” Amber said.
“Did Hunter fuck another bitch without protection again.” Someone said as they descended from the staircase at the side. I know that voice. He came down the stairs, his hair looking all messy like he just woke up, a good type of messy, it screams effortlessly handsome.
He had no top on just a slightly baggy trousers. He ran his fingers through his hair, squinted and looked at me.
“Oh it is just the weird bitch from the test. Hi I’m Delvin and I am wondering when the fuck would you be leaving.” Delvin as in the super hot guy from the test said.
“I…I…” I stuttered saying nothing meaningful. I hardly ever stutter so that is new. My mouth stayed open like that of a fish, can he just put a shirt on!
“Delvin I would appreciate it if you don’t call the mother of my unborn child a bitch.” Hunter said sternly with a frown.
“And please put a shirt on we all know you have great abs no need to show off.” Hunter added. I swallowed a breath.
“Whatever. Anyway when would she be leaving you know mom and dad would freak out if they come back from Milan to see a stranger in the house.” Amber asked as she re-applied her red lipstick.
“She would leave right after the baby is aborted. I’ll call Dr. Winters.
“What?!” I gasped. Abortion?!
“Oh baby you thought you were special, it’s the same every single time. Hunter knocks a girl up, gets her pregnant because he is an idiot who has probably never heard of contraceptives…” Amber started.
“What I prefer it raw. Skin to skin you know, you wouldn’t understand sister since literally no one would fuck you with that bad attitude.” Hunter interrupted while trying to stifle a laugh.
“Anyway Hunter gets a girl pregnant and we always have to clean up his mess by paying off the girl and contacting the amazing Dr. Winters and everybody is happy, pretty simple right?” Amber said.
Delvin looked at me with what looks like pity and walked away.
“I don’t want an abortion, I want to keep my baby.” I said terrified.
“Oh that is such a shame, we wouldn’t be able to save you from the murderous hands of our parents. You see they like to keep a squeaky clean image, father is running for the office of mayor and he wouldn’t want his opponent to use talks of a wayward son and a bastard child against him so he would rather have that child aborted or kill you to keep his image clean. Don’t nobody would know about your murder, they’ll make it seem like an accident, they always do.” Amber said looking amused as she slid her bag on her shoulder.
“Anyway I have to stop by at Dubai, my favorite designer just released a limited leggings design. Toddles mi amor.” She said with a smile as she walked out of the door.
“Mathew bring the car around!” I heard Amber yell.
“I am not getting an abortion.” I said to Hunter, looking into his eyes pleading with him not to follow through with his abortion plan.
“You have no choice sweetie, just take the money and end the charade.” He replied.
“And if I don’t?” I asked.
“You die and my family’s public image remains squeaky clean.