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Good luck filling the rest of the hour.”
I threw the microphone down on the floor hard enough to break it and stormed out, past a struggling Chaz and Devon, past the camera crew, and finally, past the man and woman professing to be my parents.
“Soak it in,” I spat as I practically ran out. “Soak in your fifteen minutes, you garbage humans.”
Because that was the only possible reason they had resurfaced. They were like leeches. They only understood what they wanted, the things that benefited only them, the easy fame and money that would surely come their way if they were to associate with Devon Ray, the movie star dating their long-lost daughter.
“June,” the woman said, but I was already striding out the door, refusing to turn around to see what it was she might’ve wanted to say to me. I was well past the point of wanting to speak to either of them. They had turned their backs on me from the get-go. Neither of them had wanted me even though they created me. It took a sick old woman’s intervention to see that I got raised properly, and how did they repay Nana? By crawling out of the woodwork like human cockroaches the moment their daughter seemed like someone they could take advantage of.
Well, if they thought that, they had another thing coming. I could see their intentions from a mile away. Both of them were useless, irresponsible, awful people.
“June, wait!” I walked faster, intent on avoiding everything and everyone, until a hand clasped my shoulder. I spun away from it, not caring who it belonged to. I didn’t want to see anyone. I didn’t want to talk to anyone. I didn’t want to listen to anyone.
“This was a huge mistake,” Devon said. He was the one who caught up to me first. “Kelly blindsided us, June. We had no idea this was going to happen. This wasn’t fair to you at all. Not at all.”
“That rotten bitch.” Chaz jogged up, huffing. “What a curveball.”
I punched him square in the jaw.
“What the fuck!” the agent exclaimed. “What was that for? We’re on the same side of this! It was a horrible interview.”
“She didn’t ask a single one of your questions,” I said. “And she knew too much about me.”
“Kelly Kane’s a lot of things, but unprepared isn’t one of them,” Chaz said, rubbing his jaw. “She did her homework on you. Your parents’ names—those are public record. Once she chose the angle on her interview with you, all she had to do was make a few phone calls.”
“Were those really your parents?” Devon asked quietly.
“I don’t fucking know!” I cried. “I’ve never seen my parents! Nana was all I needed.”
Chaz’s cringe told me I was getting shrill, but I didn’t care. This was too much for a person to cope with. I refused to deal with it.
“Let’s just go home and regroup,” Devon said, keeping his voice calm for my benefit. “We’ll talk about a plan of action there after everyone’s had a chance to cool down and process everything.”
“There aren’t going to be anymore plans of action,” I informed him. “I think America’s going to get to know me pretty well after that. And I’m not planning on giving the people any other details.”
“You might want to hide away, but that’s not the right attitude to have,” Chaz said, still eyeing me balefully for the sucker punch. I didn’t care. He fucking deserved it for arranging the entire ordeal.
“I don’t trust you at all anymore,” I said. “You can go right to hell.”
“Chaz is right, June, please listen to him,” Devon urged. “If you hide away now, that’s all people will talk about—the fact that you had a meltdown on live television and couldn’t even handle going out in public.”
“I am done worrying about what people think. If you are so concerned about your image, if you’re so worried about what being associated with me will cost you, then I’ll be happy to get on a plane to Dallas right this fucking minute.”
I loved Devon. I
I threw the microphone down on the floor hard enough to break it and stormed out, past a struggling Chaz and Devon, past the camera crew, and finally, past the man and woman professing to be my parents.
“Soak it in,” I spat as I practically ran out. “Soak in your fifteen minutes, you garbage humans.”
Because that was the only possible reason they had resurfaced. They were like leeches. They only understood what they wanted, the things that benefited only them, the easy fame and money that would surely come their way if they were to associate with Devon Ray, the movie star dating their long-lost daughter.
“June,” the woman said, but I was already striding out the door, refusing to turn around to see what it was she might’ve wanted to say to me. I was well past the point of wanting to speak to either of them. They had turned their backs on me from the get-go. Neither of them had wanted me even though they created me. It took a sick old woman’s intervention to see that I got raised properly, and how did they repay Nana? By crawling out of the woodwork like human cockroaches the moment their daughter seemed like someone they could take advantage of.
Well, if they thought that, they had another thing coming. I could see their intentions from a mile away. Both of them were useless, irresponsible, awful people.
“June, wait!” I walked faster, intent on avoiding everything and everyone, until a hand clasped my shoulder. I spun away from it, not caring who it belonged to. I didn’t want to see anyone. I didn’t want to talk to anyone. I didn’t want to listen to anyone.
“This was a huge mistake,” Devon said. He was the one who caught up to me first. “Kelly blindsided us, June. We had no idea this was going to happen. This wasn’t fair to you at all. Not at all.”
“That rotten bitch.” Chaz jogged up, huffing. “What a curveball.”
I punched him square in the jaw.
“What the fuck!” the agent exclaimed. “What was that for? We’re on the same side of this! It was a horrible interview.”
“She didn’t ask a single one of your questions,” I said. “And she knew too much about me.”
“Kelly Kane’s a lot of things, but unprepared isn’t one of them,” Chaz said, rubbing his jaw. “She did her homework on you. Your parents’ names—those are public record. Once she chose the angle on her interview with you, all she had to do was make a few phone calls.”
“Were those really your parents?” Devon asked quietly.
“I don’t fucking know!” I cried. “I’ve never seen my parents! Nana was all I needed.”
Chaz’s cringe told me I was getting shrill, but I didn’t care. This was too much for a person to cope with. I refused to deal with it.
“Let’s just go home and regroup,” Devon said, keeping his voice calm for my benefit. “We’ll talk about a plan of action there after everyone’s had a chance to cool down and process everything.”
“There aren’t going to be anymore plans of action,” I informed him. “I think America’s going to get to know me pretty well after that. And I’m not planning on giving the people any other details.”
“You might want to hide away, but that’s not the right attitude to have,” Chaz said, still eyeing me balefully for the sucker punch. I didn’t care. He fucking deserved it for arranging the entire ordeal.
“I don’t trust you at all anymore,” I said. “You can go right to hell.”
“Chaz is right, June, please listen to him,” Devon urged. “If you hide away now, that’s all people will talk about—the fact that you had a meltdown on live television and couldn’t even handle going out in public.”
“I am done worrying about what people think. If you are so concerned about your image, if you’re so worried about what being associated with me will cost you, then I’ll be happy to get on a plane to Dallas right this fucking minute.”
I loved Devon. I
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