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Genre: Romance

Summary

Riley Brooks appears to be leading a charmed life on the outside. She's in a relationship with a B-list celebrity, living the dream as a singer. On the inside, however, she is just a normal girl silently suffering from an abusive relationship. After a bad breakup from her boyfriend, she loses her reputation and sanity. She has a last-ditch effort to repair her reputation and singing career, to become her own entity without her boyfriend, but it wouldn't be a particularly fun experience. She has to tour with an all-male alternative rock band from Seattle and is not looking forward to touring with a group of men for a few months.....that is, until she meets the cryptic, playful lead singer, Landon Stone.

Summary

Riley Brooks appears to be leading a charmed life on the outside. She's in a relationship with a B-list celebrity, living the dream as a singer. On the inside, however, she is just a normal girl silently suffering from an abusive relationship. After a bad breakup from her boyfriend, she loses her reputation and sanity. She has a last-ditch effort to repair her reputation and singing career, to become her own entity without her boyfriend, but it wouldn't be a particularly fun experience. She has to tour with an all-male alternative rock band from Seattle and is not looking forward to touring with a group of men for a few months.....that is, until she meets the cryptic, playful lead singer, Landon Stone.

Prolog (v.1) - Decline Part One

Author Chapter Note

I rate this story M for language, violence, disturbing and sexual content. Please do NOT read this if you are under 18.

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: December 10, 2018

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Los Ageless - St. Vincent

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oOU3NTDmpEU

 

 

 I was just about to fall asleep for the first time in 48 hours when Lucy barged into the bedroom. I knew it was her by the scent her overpowering perfume. She said it was lilac, I said it was pure alcohol. Its putrid scent stung my nostrils.

 I listened to her tiny feet as she crossed the room. The sound was like the patter of little puppy feet without the carefree spring in gait. Maybe “patter” wasn’t the best word. Lucy never pattered. She meant business.

My stomach rolled, slow and sickening, when I realized I had to get up. I was not ready.

Lucy thrust open the curtains. I hadn't seen the sun in a few days. Like a vampire, I imagined steam rising from my pale skin, blistering from the sunlight. I'm melting, melting. Ohhhhhh what a world, what a world.

“What are you doing here?” I groaned and yanked the covers over my head. I thought of myself as a mole, burrowing deep in the dirt for the comfort of darkness. The comfort of being unseen.

Lucy snorted. She had terrible allergies, so it sounded a bit wet.

“It's my house, Riley. What are you doing? How long have you been in bed? There's paparazzi outside, you know.”

I closed my eyes with exasperation.

Ryan and I were one of the B-List couples in Hollywood. However, it was all on his part. I just wanted to sing. We were really only recognizable if we were together. I was nothing special. I was known because of nepotism more than talent. I could admit that.

I was the daughter of a director and I tagged alongside my dad sometimes. Lounged around on his movie sets. Mostly to ogle celebrities and acquire free donuts, but I never schmoozed to any of the actors there. I just liked to watch. I didn’t mind being on the outside looking in.

Mostly, I loved the scenery of it. Sometimes we were on a beach, or on the top of sky scraper, or in the middle an ethereal forest for a fantasy scene. I loved watching the actors become different people entirely. Watching their easy smiles transform into brooding glares. I loved observing the villains especially, because most of them were the nicest people in real life.

“Are you going to answer me?”

“I'm sorry,” I sighed insincerely.

“When are you going to tell me why he broke up with you?”

Lucy tore the blanket away from my head, exposing the black-and-blue bruise underneath my eye.

I had told her it was an exercising accident and I couldn't believe she fell for it. My lack of muscle mass spoke volumes about my lifestyle.

Maybe she didn’t want to believe what was so apparent. Maybe she doesn't want to see it.

Even I didn't want to see it.

She asked, “were you cheating?”

I shook my head vehemently. “I wasn't cheating. He said there was.... someone else.”

Lucy raised her perfectly plucked eyebrows in disbelief. “What? But he loved you...but he looked at you like.....”

My barren stomach twisted with pain.

“I don't want to talk about it right now,” I told her, pulling the blankets back over my head.

She tore them back off, leaving my hair frizzy.

“When was the last time you've answered your phone?” Lucy snatched my Iphone up from the bedside table and her glossy mouth dropped. “You have 112 messages! Riley—“

“Lucy!” I snapped, wrenching up from the bed. “I really don't give a shit right now.”

“Sorry,” she said immediately, her eyes widening in reaction to my outburst. “I was just really worried about you.” She set my phone back down.

I sighed and apologized. “I'm going to take a shower. Thank you again for letting me stay here. It means a lot.” I forced a warm smile.

“No problem. Can I use your laptop? Jim took mine.”

I nodded and watched her leave the room.

My eyes scanned Lucy's guest bedroom like it was the first time I've seen it. My chest tightened. The space seemed like too much. The walls were too white and the floors were too pristine. And there were corbels everywhere.

I dropped my head in my hands, imagining the satin sheets coiling around me like a snake and each time I inhaled, the grip tightened.

I was beginning to feel crazy, so I finally left the bed and went to the bathroom. I locked the door behind me, hoping for some relief in a smaller room.

The sight in there was not much better than the rest of the Beverly Hills mansion. It was just as daunting, if not more.

The cotto floor chilled my feet as I stepped over to one of the speckled counters and twisted the knob on the sink. Then I ducked my head and splashed a few handfuls of cold water on my face. It didn't help. The shock of the cold only increased my anxiety. When I turned the knob off, I noticed my hand was trembling.

Stop freaking out, I begin chanting to myself.

I yanked one of embroidered hand towels off the rings and wiped my face.

Then I noticed in the reflection of the mirror, the steps leading to Lucy's whirlpool tub and a memory instantly leaps to my mind. It was six months ago, in my own bathroom:

“We need to talk..... right now.”

“What do you need?”

“I checked your phone and I saw a few texts that you sent to a guy named Ben?”

“You checked my phone? Why would you do that?”

“No, you answer me first. Who the fuck were you talking to, Riley? You said you loved him.”

“That's my cousin, Ryan. Family. Why are you being so paranoid?”

 

When I snapped back from my reverie, I realized my hand was on my throat.

Shaking my head violently, I stepped out of my clothes and into the shower.

The water was so hot it stole my breath, but I stayed planted underneath the stream.

 

When I was 18, I went along with my dad to Elk Cove beach for a movie scene. It was cold and windy, but the sun was out, so the actors were supposed to act like it was summertime. No matter how cold they actually felt.

I was sitting underneath one of the large tents they had pitched in the sand because of the risk of rain. My dad was standing underneath another one with the crew members to protect his equipment.

My body was swaddled in a quilt my grandmother made for me and I had on my brother's beanie. I was so cold that I pulled it down past my eyebrows.

I watched the scene play out while shivering my butt off, but I didn't complain. I had it much better than the actors. The main actor, Ryan Cameron, was shirtless and maintained his composure throughout the entire scene. There were really no visible signs he was cold. Not a shiver nor a chatter of his flawless teeth.

I shuddered and lifted my thermos of coffee to my lips. I took a tentative sip because I was afraid I would scald my tongue.

The coffee was nastily cold. I had been so engrossed in the movie scene that I let my only source of heat go cold.

When I lowered my thermos, Ryan Cameron was standing in front of me. It was a little strange seeing him so close.

“Hi,” he said, grinning his signature grin. His raven hair was messy from the wind.

“Hi,” I replied. “Do you need something?” I scanned the area for his agent.

His smile fell a little, along with some confidence. “Uh, no. I'm not in this next scene and I was wondering if you wanted someone to talk to.”

I blinked at him. That was probably the last thing I expected him to say.

He laughed a little uncomfortably and ran a hand through his hair. “It's just you're always kind of sitting in the back...”

“Well, I'm not an actor or a crew member, so I stay out of the way,” I said, shrugging.

I felt I was coming across as unfriendly.

“But that's nice of you,” I added quickly. “You don't have to if you don't want to.”

“But I want to,” he assured and plopped down in the sand beside me.

He smelled like salt water and I felt a yearning to go to the beach with my family. My whole family. I thought of memories my family should have that didn't exist. Me, buried to my neck in sand. My brother, Thomas, riding waves. My parents sprawled out on a beach towel, watching us and laughing.

I lowered my eyes to my quilt when he pulled half of into onto his own legs. “Why?”

He shrugged his shoulders and smiled at me. He had a few freckles underneath the makeup.

“You seem interesting.”

My eyebrows furrowed. “But all I do is sit here. How am I interesting?”

And this is why I've only had one boyfriend.

In middle school.

He grinned. “I have a way of knowing.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Why are you hitting on me?” I asked him, my eyes narrowing warily. There was no way this guy would be hitting on me. Not when he could have any girl in the world. And he was one of the shallowest guys in Hollywood. This had to be a cruel joke.

He laughed. “Damn, you’re direct. What do you mean 'why?' Why do you think?”

I just stared at him. This was so unlike him. He never goes for girls like me....at least from what I've heard.

“I'm not what people read in magazines,” he said, as if he read my mind.

Then he reached forward and brushed my hair away from my eyes. “Why don't you go on a date with me sometime so you can get to know me? Decide for yourself if I'm a good guy?”

 


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