mr & mrs bieber

nueve

Emerald's Point of View

What did I do wrong? To end up here? I was on the phone trying to get out of a call in. The last few years have had some real highs but also with some real lows. Modelling was something I used to enjoy. I don't know when it happened but it stopped being fun. I was starting to think I needed time. Time away from it.

But the pressure was on me. I wasn't just posing, but I was putting on a front and it was exhausting. I modelled because I loved it, but now. I am forced to. Expected to. All the reason I had to do it where slowly disappearing. I was starting to regret every decision that had led me to here- here trying to convince Megan to let me have the rest of the night off. Even though there were deadlines and all of a sudden they needed my input from the last shoot.

Normal teenagers would just have to worry about their maths homework. They wouldn't be handling insane deadlines. They wouldn't be spending hours in front of a camera and when I wasn't in front of that camera I was signing pictures or handling calls and emails.

I was juggling too many things and I was slowly crumbling. Did anyone see it? I was losing the battle.

I was about to give in and just go in to the office. Megan wasn't going to let it drop. Justin must have realised that I was losing the fight because one second the phone was against my ear and the next he had it.

"Megan she isn't coming in. She needs a night off. Leave her alone." He snapped and hung up.

"Please tell me you didn't just hang up on her?" I knew how much Megan hated being hung up on. Which is why I never did it. I knew a lot of clients were demanding and rude. But I wasn't one of them.

"You need a break. Have you been working this hard all month?" He didn't hide his disapproval. "Have you had any time off in the last month?" He looked at me wanting an honest answer.

"No, I've been too busy." I ran a hand through my hair. Feeling exhausted. But I had homework to do. Caffeine. I needed caffeine to get me through the night.

"When we go back home, you are going back to not working of a weekend." Justin said pointing a finger at me and it was like I had already agreed to go home with him.

"I never said I was going anywhere with you." I walked around him and into the kitchen. God that food smelled amazing. Who would have thought I would get excited over pizza. Justin was still on my phone. "What are you doing with that?" I asked, while opening the pizza box. God it smelt even better.

"I'm turning it off."

I looked up, with wide eyes. "You can't do that!" I walked towards him, trying to snatch my phone back but he had already turned it off and put it in his pocket. "Give it back Justin."

"You're having a night off." He said it, like it was possible.