My Rise To Fame

Rachel Weber is an 22 year old girl in collage. She recently moved out of her frat house and into her own apartment, because of the parties her frat sisters through every night. Another reason was because she wanted to focus on the one reason she went here. The music program. She has been in love with making music since she was five and has a youtube channel with videos she started making when she was 14. She soon meets some people who know about the music buisness and help her. But she soon gets so involved she pushes the people who helped her and the ones she cares about for those who only want something from her and not to be her real friends. Read and find out how she deals with her new life.

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2. Chapter 2

I pulled into the one spot I found in the apartments parking lot and parked into it. I got out and headed up to the lobby. I reminded myself of the number of the apartment and went to the number and turned the key. I walked in and looked around. I still didn't believe this was my place. I went to my room and took my shoes off, regretting that I didn't get my stuff. I just had to do it tomorrow. I lied on the floor and sat there staring at the ceiling. I slowly fell asleep.

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I was walking on the street on my way home from a friends house when suddenly I was grabbed by someone and pulled into an ally. my mouth was covered so I couldn't scream. I was then thrown on the ground and there was two guys who were over me. One can down to me and covered me mouth and holding me down. I tried to scream again when his hand left my mouth but then there was duct tape over my mouth. The people took of their masks and I recognized them. They were my foster brother Josh and my ex-boyfriend, Michael. 

"See Kate I didn't want to do this but you told someone and I told you not to or there would be consequences. I thought I told you that I wanted to protect you and that I didn't want to hurt you but you gave me no choice. Now I have to." He lifted my shirt and I tried to tell him I didn't tell anyone but he wouldn't listen. He put the knife to my side and cut.

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I woke up screaming and sweating hard. I had that dream every time I met a guy and he was nice to me. I got off the floor and stood up. I realized I was still in the same dress from the party. I got my heels back on and checked my phone. The party would still be going on so I grabbed my keys and drove there. I pulled up and as I thought the party was still going on. I walked in and walked through the crowd of people and found Sarah. She seemed surprised that I was there but I walked up to her and asked her where I could get a drink. She pointed to the table near the kitchen. I walked over and grabbed a bunch of drinks and drank them. I just started drinking and soon I got really drunk and the party ended. I decided to be save by getting a cab to bring me home. I called a two truck to pick up my car and bring it to my apartment building. I got home and I stumbled to my apartment and walked in. I passed out on the couch.

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I woke up with the hangover of the century. I got up and went to the bathroom. I looked through the drawers but there was no Advil in any of them. I had some in my car. I got my shoes on and walked out there, since I already had to go back to the frat house to get my stuff. I got to my car and started it quickly and pulled out. I moved forward but someone was suddenly was in front of my car. I instantly recognized him. He walked around my car and knocked on my window. I rolled it down.

"Are you following me?" Thomas asked me. 

"No, I live here now can I leave and get my stuff from my old place or are you going to continue to tell me I'm following you again?" I asked. I know I was being rude but I just wanted to leave. He stepped back and he let me leave. I pulled out of there fast and drove to the house. 

I parked at one of the empty space and got out. I walked in and found the house the same mess it always was. I took the Advil and grabbed a garbage bag. I started cleaning the house, and I was half way through the living room when there was a knock on the door. I dropped the bag where it was and walked to the door. I opened it to find Thomas on the other side of the door. I huffed and let him in.

"Ok, I'm sorry for accusing you of following me." He said.

"Well now I should start asking you if you are following me." I said.

"No, I know how these parties go and I figured if you decided to clean up the mess."

"Fine but I need to change first. I've been wearing this dress since yesterday." I said as I pointed to where the garbage bags were. He nodded and I went up stairs. I walked to my room and I opened the door to find no one was in my room which was awesome because normally someone would be in there. I got to my closet and pulled out a t-shirt and some jeans. I changed and ran downstairs and found Thomas.

"I'll go clean upstairs and wake some people upstairs up." I said. He nodded and I went to the kitchen. I grabbed some cleaning products and a garbage bag. I went back upstairs and went into the first bathroom. I washed the floor and then went to clean the counter. I was almost done when I slipped, I screamed and hit my head and fell on my back. I heard Thomas come from downstairs and into the hall. He found me in the bathroom still on the floor. I groaned and told him what happened. He helped me up and sat me on the toilet. His eyes caught on something on my head. He then started looking through the drawers under the sink.

"What are you looking for?" I asked.

"Do you have a first aid kit in here, your head is bleeding."

"Oh shit." I lifted my hand and felt my head he was right. I pulled it away and there was blood on my hand. I groaned and leaned back.

"Let me guess, you get nervous around blood." He asked.

"You think?" He chuckled and I heard something drip out of something. I took the chance to open my eyes. He had a washcloth in his hand and he was pouring rubbing alcohol. I closed my eyes and I heard it stop and the cloth was pressed to my cut. I winced and lifted my head a little bit. 

"Rachel I am trying to clean this but I can't if you keep moving." I groaned again and leaned back. I winced every time the cloth touched the cut but I refused to move. Finally he was done and I felt him put a bandage over the cut. I sighed because it was finally over. I sat up and opened my eyes. I looked at Thomas and he was washing my blood from the cloth. I suddenly felt the need to throw up and I fell to the floor and lifted up the seat on the toilet and I threw up. I felt Thomas come behind me and pull back my hair.

I sat there vomiting and finally I stopped. Thomas took me to my room when he was sure I was done and had me stay there while he finished cleaning. I tried to protest but he wouldn't listen. I lied in the bed and waited for him to finish so I could come out. I fell asleep.

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