Once I'd got home, Naomi greeted me with a ice cold smoothie. I fell down onto the sofa, groaning when the tv remote was all the way over the other side of the room. Naomi joined me, nearly spilling my smoothie everywhere.

"Stop worrying." Under the pillow, my lie was obvious.

"I'm not worried about her."

"That's what parents say when they're worried." 

"Oh piss off, Naomi. I'm not in the mood. Yes, I am worried. Who wouldn't be?"

An awkward silence fell over us as Naomi thought of what to say next. 

"Let's go out."

I smirked, knowing that I'd become surrounded by disgusting paparazzi in the minimum of 3 minutes. 

"I'm serious, let's go out for lunch. It'll take your mind off of Lily."

I sat up, letting the pillow drop onto the floor. I looked at her, the sleepless nights showing around my eyes.

"Fine. But if something happens while we're out then you're going to be in so much shit." 

Naomi offered to drive, so I sat with the music up and window down, trying my best to annoy her. You guessed it, I was in one of those moods where I just wanted to annoy and talk back to everyone. 

"Windy enough for you?" I shouted over the deafening noise. Naomi shook her head, casually playing along and opening her window up too. The worst thing about annoying others? When they act like it's nothing. I did my window up, obviously annoyed and stayed quiet for the rest or the ride. We arrived, no cars following us yet. Different story when I walked into the restaurant. Heads turned, whispers shouted, parents snarled as we chose our table. Another thing, I gained a lot of hate from keeping Lily. The idea of being raped and keeping the baby is stupid in our world today, despite my story. We both sat down, Naomi grabbing the menu as I tried my best not look at anyone who was staring. 

"Just ignore them, Jess." Naomi casually said whilst choosing her drink.

"Yeah, that's easier said than done."

"What do you want?"

"Salad."

"Oh, yummy." At the sound of Naomi's sarcasm, I rolled my eyes. 

"Fine, I'll have a double cheese burger and chips."

"More like it." Naomi said whilst she put the menu back in front of her. 

Although I didn't mind paparazzi, that day they really annoyed me. A small group of grotty men had begun to gather outside with their cameras. Grotty men which wouldn't care if they bumped into you. Grotty men who would dare to think about raping someone. The whole idea of it made me uncomfortable in my seat, like someone had just tipped ants onto the chair. Naomi peered over her shoulder at the animals then back to me.

"You okay?" 

I nodded, my eyes on the table. Still suffering from flashbacks, Naomi had started to become even more cautious and protective over me. I'm surprised from all the rumours that the men were actually still doing their job... If you call it a job.

After me and Naomi had worked it out about me coming home throwing up everywhere, I would lay in bed for days. Saying the old lie that I had a migraine, always working as I mostly slept; hoping that the pain would go away when I woke up. No luck. 

Just after Naomi left to go order, a young girl had spotted me and tapped me on the shoulder. 

"Sorry... But I'm a huge Heartbeat. Could you please sign this?"

Holding out a 'I <3 Jessie' hoodie, I looked up and saw the teenager. In almost a trance, I took the sharpie and signed it without saying a word, my eyes flicking over to the group of paparazzi outside. The girl looked to the tigers outside, immediately dropping the smile when she saw how uncomfortable I felt. The teenager then put her hoodie on the table and marched outside to the paparazzi, raising her voice a little as she spoke. 

"Do you want to leave Jessie alone?" she politely asked. 

A man smirked, lifting his digital SLR up. "We have jobs, kid."

I sat behind the glass, watching but not waiting for anything. The trance hung over me until this happened.

"Just get the fuck out of here and stop scaring her. You're pathetic!"

A strike across the face to the teenager lifted me off my chair and took me outside, anger gritting my teeth. 

"Don't you dare touch her!" I screamed as I stood in front of the girl, unsure of what I was actually doing. "In fact, she's right. You're all pathetic and I'm sick of you stalking me! Now get the hell out of here, or else."

"Or else what?" another man butted in, attaching his hand to around my neck. My breath caught in my throat, the tiger not actually hurting me at the moment. I could feel tears of fear building up, even though I was in public. 

"Exactly." he spat, letting go of me and pushing me against the floor.  Naomi ran out and pushed the animals back, just as two police officers walked round the corner. Karma. As Naomi bent down beside me, I sat up allowing the tears to fall. The teenage girl awkwardly stood there, totally unsure of what to do. 

"This is ridiculous, Jess." Naomi said as she helped brush my knees off. 

When I fell, my phone must have fallen from my pocket as it lay beside me with a smashed screen when it lightly vibrated. Naomi handed it to me, it was and unknown number. With shaky hands, I opened the text and I honestly thought my body had stopped responding when I read: "Our daughter is beautiful, isn't she? Too bad you won't be picking her up from school."