Chapter 91
Angelica
He hated me.
I hated me.
The world hated me.
The only person that actually tolerated me was my mom, probably because my paychecks made it possible for her to live the life of a rock star. Plastic surgery, new cars, houses in Mexico - she had it all because of me.
Because of the grueling schedule she'd forced me into when I was two and barely able to talk.
My first word was commercial.
My second was hotdog.
Mainly because that was the commercial I starred in, it was the first big paycheck my mom cashed.
"You're gonna be famous, baby!" Mama hugged me tight, squeezing me until my lungs almost popped from the force. It was the first hug she'd given me in weeks. The first time she'd smiled in what felt like forever. And even at that age I knew, that if I could just keep her happy - that would be enough.
"Fun!" I giggled. "Fun, mama!"
"Mama will always be fun for you."
It was a lie.
She was only fun when I did what she said.