Chapter 2

I fell on my bed and felt so helpless. My body was having no energy to get up and fetch a glass of water for myself. All I wanted was to close my eyes and think of it as a horrible dream but to be honest it was not. It was really happening to me. And I didn't know when I started crying again. And by closing my eyes I started to think about what happened 6 months ago which destroyed my life as well as Jame's.

Flashback (6 months ago)

"All that Glitters is not gold" the line that describes my life. As a top ranked and high paid model at the age of 24, I have all the luxuries one wish to acquire in life except the utmost desire, Love. I never had a simple life like all the kids have as being in a family. My father died when I was just 8 years old leaving me with my greedy and acquisitive mother. She was married to my father for his wealth and when he died of Myocardial infarction a day suddenly, our family business collapsed but he left us enough wealth for us to be stable but alas of my mother, she spent all of them in her selfish desires and nights out paying no heed to my future. She didn't care for me like a mother should do for her daughter and that too when a child had recently lost her parent. She re-married to sick-minded coxcomb person who leaves no chance to make me feel disgusted by his presence. Whenever I am in his presence I feel like puking. I get scared by his gazes which seems to penetrate inside me. I don't understand why life has to give me such sick people when all I want is to have happiness.

As being a mean lady, all she wanted to have was excess of money and for that I was the ladder that she wanted to climb through. She pushed me towards Celebrity world and made me model. As a model I learned to fake smile on and off the camera.

But tonight it hurts... I want to pull off the mask that I wear in front of the world That "I am the happiest and luckiest girl" I want to force out the frustration that my heart weighs. I am tired of pretending to be happy. I got no friends because I was scared of making one. After my father death I was scared of attachments so I didn't make friends.

I got out from the party thrown by one of the showstoppers. That was enough for today. I can't pretend to be happy in-front of everyone. That too when those pervert people come and try to have intimate conversations with me, CRINGE!

I reached my car and started driving back to my mansion which is owned by me. After being a model I was allotted this mansion by the industry because in such less time I made my name. Flashbacks of my mother's unfairness and injustice flashed through my eyes causing me to accelerate the speed of my car. My eyes filled with tears and gave out a muffle cry. I was devastated. I was tired of pretending. What did I ask from my life? Love! Is asking for love not my right?

"What did I do to deserve a life like this?" I yelled by accelerating the speed. My heart constricted with the pain I was bearing. The speed of my car was more than speed limit mentioned on the billboards.

Suddenly I saw a girl passing through the road and within a flash of second I hit her with my car. GODDD! What did I do?

I was shocked for what did I do? I got off the car and rushed towards the young lady probably of my age lying with a pool of blood and more blood was oozing out of the body. I saw that her face was red by her blood and her head got injury probably from the force that she struck  with my car.

I gave a scream seeing her condition as she was struggling to breathe. I tried to wake her up but she was not responding. I knew that she was losing her pulses. It was like her life was slipping out of my hands. My hands were red from her blood. What I did was very obvious as a human being, I called ambulance. My rescue system kicked in and I rushed back in my car and sped out of there. I was scared and frightened beyond measures. All I could think of was that IT WAS PURELY UNINTENTIONAL ACCIDENT. I never wanted to do this accident. Why this happened? Another reason I got to curse my freaking life.

I reached my mansion and rushed to my room before any of my maids could see me. I reached my room and slammed the door shut. I took a sigh of relief and realised that I was hyperventilating. I went and saw myself in mirror. OH CRAP! I was looking like a mess. My hands and dress was soaked with blood. All I could see was red. I rushed to washroom and started the shower. I stopped inside the shower and gradually water started to clean me. All the water was red now. I was feeling scared of what might have happened to the girl. Was she okay? Did ambulance come to rescue her? I started to have tremors. I say behind on the floor with the shower above me. Water was soaking me. I started crying. Was I Killer? Did I really kill the girl?

I shrieked. No I didn't have any intention of killing anyone. How come I wanted to kill anyone that too the person I don't know. If God wanted me to hit anyone with my car, it would have been the perfect man, the husband of my mother. I am scared. God knows what misery my wife will bring to me.

Flashback ends

This is what happened 6 months ago. I can still feel the tremors that I felt that night. James think that I intended to kill his loved one, Eliza. But why would I do that? Why will I try to destroy his life. This was totally unfair.

I was disturbed by ringing of my cellphone. I saw that it was an unknown number. They must be press wanting to have spice for their news but i definitely don't want to be one. I checked my phone and I saw hundreds of messages and calls from media, showstoppers, industry people. I know my competitors must be very happy to see my career declining. I wish I had my father who would have made sure about my safety and reputation.

Dad, I'm scared...