I can't trust you

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I woke up to the sound of my loud and annoying alarm clock. I opened my eyes slowly and looked around. I had a fairly large room. Dark aqua walls with a bright and white ceiling. Wood floors shined when I turned on my big and bright chandelier. I have a queen sized bed, and two nights stands on each side, the one on the right holding my obnoxious alarm clock. Turning over onto my side, I hit the snooze and sat up slowly. It was 6:00, meaning I slept in. Jen is going to kill me. She is my personal trainer and makes me wake up at 5:00 every morning for my run. Why? I'm a model and 'skinny' is a must. I have to stay fit in order to keep my job. A three mile run every morning is part of my to do list. Wake up, go for a run, take shower, then its photo shoot time. Today I am going to the Jack Wills bikini photo shoot, along with my only friend, Megan. We live together, model together, and get pushed around by Jen together. She is both of our trainers. I guess you could say we both hated her, but she was good at her job. She made our dream come true and we are grateful for that. "Claire! Megan! Get out here!" I heard Jen scream from the kitchen. She lets herself in every day and gets us up. We can't do it alone.

Wobbling out of bed and into the kitchen, Jen was sitting at the counter with a class of water and a bag of chips. She ate like a pig and didn't gain an ounce. I wish I could do that. Walking over to the fridge, Jen stopped me. "What you think you're doing? Run!!! No food! Must stay skinny" her Italian accent hissed at me. Rolling my eyes I walked over to my running shoes lying on the ground, and pulled them on. Standing up, Megan walked out of her room, ready to go. She was full of energy all the time. She never got tired. Her dark brown hair in a side pony tail, bouncing up and down as she walked, her naturally tan skin, her sparkling brown eyes; no wonder she was a model. My best friend- my only friend, is beautiful. "Ready, let's go!" she ran past me and out the door of our flat. I followed her and as I finally caught up to her, now running by her side, she stopped.

"What are you doing lazy?" I joked and ran back over to her. She started to tremble, shake, and the words she was trying desperately trying to get out, we're stuck in her small mouth. She just stared at something, someone, back behind my shoulder. "What?" I asked confused. She lifted her hand up and pointed. Turning around, my heart stopped. No... Not here... He couldn't be here... He couldn't be in the same town as me, on the same sidewalk as me, walking over to me? That dickhead didn't deserve to breathe the same air as me. He didn't deserve to breathe any air at all. He ruined my life, he broke my heart, he was the one bit of happiness I had left, and he walked away from me. He came closer and Megan started to shake even more. I started to back up from that approaching idiot, and a tear ran down my cheek. I can't look at him. I can't talk to him. I can't stand him! "Claire..." his voice was trembling as he kept walking closer to me and I backed up.”Get away from me!" I growled at him. "Just listen to me..." he started but I cut him off.”Don't talk to me..." I glared at him. "Let me explain--" I stepped forward and slapped his face as hard as I could and ran away in tears. No... He didn't deserve my tears!

 

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