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  It’s My Life.

  Book #1 - Filming Rhiannon Series.

  TL Messruther.

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  This book is dedicated to all the people who have left us too early.

  As some of you may know, I lost my one-year niece when I finished – Book #2, Love, Lies, and Hurt trilogy.

  That was a very bad time for me, and I wasn’t coping very well.

  As a way of therapy, I wrote some things down, and as a result some parts of this book is real life.

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  I'm laid on the sofa with a large glass of dry white, Pinot Grigio, answering the questions that are being asked on a quiz show on the TV. It’s a boring Friday night, and I am having a quiet night, ahead of a nerve wrecking day tomorrow. I’m hoping the wine will help me relax, but I must remember not to get drunk. I am relaxing in my tank top, and shorts. Nothing beats a bit of lounging in front of the TV in the comfort of your own home. I look around my sparse surroundings, and I feel pride at what I have achieved. My walls are an off white color, besides the main feature wall. On the main wall, behind my wall mounted television I have a beautiful black, silver, and pink wall paper. My white sofa fits in perfectly with my décor. I have a black, glass coffee table in the middle of the floor, and on the wall to the right I have some black book shelves, and on the top I have a vase of pink and white flowers.

  My dining area is open plan, and the décor matches my living area. A black table with a white runner, and the big high back chairs are white. The center piece on the table is a white and pink candle collection. I like my décor to match, so I have almost the same throughout my home. I love the way the black and white contrast against each other, and the pink gives it a bit more life.

  I turn my attention back to the TV, as the man on the show has answered a question incorrect, and I start shouting the correct answer at the TV like he is supposed to hear me.

  After my second glass of wine, Grace walks in, and throws herself on the sofa beside me. She has a habit of doing this if she has something on my mind.

  “Well, hello to you too.” I say sarcastically, as I turn and look at her. She looks at me and blows her brunette locks off her face. I smile at her dramatic entrance.

  “It’s being a long day Rhi, any of that going?” she asks pointing to my now empty glass.

  “Actually, there is, but only if you promise to tell me what’s eating you up.” I inform her. I know she will feed me the information she’s holding in, but I like her to know I’m interested in what’s hurting her, and that she is not alone.

  I push up of the sofa, grab my glass and make my way to the wine cooler to pour us both some. Grace sots where she parked her ass, and just watches me as I move around my kitchen.

  After I have filled two glasses, I walk back in and Grace is flicking the TV from channel to channel, just mindless flicking.

  “Okay, one wine for Grace, now what’s eating you?” I kindly demand as I surrender her glass.

  “It’s not what, but who.” she replies sullenly. I knew it was him.

  “He is a jerk Grace, why do you put up with it?” I ask sipping my wine slowly.

  “You know why Rhi, I can’t just walk away after everything he has done for me.”

  “Seriously, you don’t owe him your life though Grace. So he has given you a roof over your head, got you back on your feet, that does not mean he owns you.” I tell her the same thing I have told her time and time again.

  “Just drop it please, I am not talking about Jake now. Are you ready for tomorrow?” she asks changing topic of conversation. Great – turn it back to me why don’t you, something she always does if the conversation is getting too deep for her.

  “No, and I'm not sure I want to do this Grace.” I reply sullenly. I still haven’t decided if I want to take this path or not. It was her idea, because none of mine were working out for me, and I’m close to losing everything I own.

  “Rhi, you can’t not go.” she says her voice harsh.

  “Grace, you know this isn’t something I wanted to do.” I explain to her – again.

  “Rhiannon, nothing else is working for you. You have to do this.”

  “I don’t know. I am scared.” I admit to her.

  “I know, I’m scared too.”

  “Why are you scared?” I ask her.

  “Rhiannon, you are slowly losing everything you have worked for. I can’t sit and watch you lose it all. This is why I submitted the application form for you. Its either you lose what you have, or you go to your mum, and I don’t want to lose you.” she whispers sadly.

  “I know Grace; I guess I never looked at it like that. I suppose I can see how it goes.” I say sadly knowing she has hit a nerve in me. Losing everything I have is worse than doing this job interview.

  “You know I will be waiting for you when you finish. I can’t miss out on all the gossip,” she laughs as she takes a swig of her wine.

  “Grace, you know I will tell you everything.”

  “I know; I was just making sure.”

  After the conversation is out the way, we relax and enjoy our wine.

  *****

  Saturday morning finally comes, as much as I was trying to hope it would never come. I wake up, after a few hours of restless sleep, nerves keeping me awake most of the night. I am afraid of what today is going to have in-store for me. My future here actually depends on today.

  I sit up and look round my surroundings. I'm laid in my bedroom, which I already knew, but if today doesn’t go well, I won’t be here for long. My savings are running low, and I got made redundant from my last job three m
onths ago. I have tried looking everywhere for a job, but no one is taking on. This is my last shot at rescuing my screwed up life.

  Today I have a job interview, and I am so nervous. I don’t know what to expect. I don’t seem to be having much good luck lately, and It’s not every day I have an interview like this. In the past few weeks, I have had my fair share of interviews, but this is in a whole different league. I tried so hard not to take this, but Grace kept going on about it. It wasn’t till I realized I had enough savings left to cover another month’s rent, and bills, that I had to look into it some more. I really can’t lose my home, its take it or give up and move to my parents, and I don’t want that. I look around my bedroom again and feel my self getting a little emotional. The silver framed photos I have, all turn blurry against my duck-egg blue walls, as my eyes fill with un-shed tears. How did I get in this predicament?....... Oh yes, the company I worked for went bust, and I lost everything. My family are the other side of the world, they live in Atlanta, Georgia, so it’s not a case of a quick car journey away. When they retired they moved there. They offered me to go with them, but my friends and job was here. I wanted to prove to them I could do it alone. I have done it for five years, I am not going running to them now. I only have one option left, I have to attend this interview today, and pray I get the job.

  With that one thought in my head, I slowly rise out of bed, careful not to pee myself, grab my white silk robe, throw it on and make my way to the bathroom to do my daily routine. I pay extra attention, making sure no space on my body goes untouched. I have scrubbed, and shaved everywhere possible. There is no unwanted hair on my body.

  Once I’m showered, I wrap a blue fluffy towel around myself, and make my way down to fix the coffee machine. My caffeine fix is a must if I have any chance of functioning today, or any day for that matter.

  I walk in to the kitchen, and when I switch on the halogen light, it springs to life, and bounces off my white marble units, shocking my eyes for a moment. I blink the shock away, and my kitchen comes into clear view.

  I grab the coffee beans out of the cupboard, and I add them, and fresh water to the machine before I switch it on.

  While the machine works its magic, fills the room with the strong aroma, and fills my mug with coffee, I decide to check my phone, like I do every morning. I walk over to the plug above the breakfast bar, and grab my phone, pulling it off charge. I have two messages waiting for me. I knew Grace would text me, but I am puzzled as to who the other one is for. Curiosity gets the better of me, and I don’t hesitate to read it.

  **Rhi, good luck today babe, let me know how you get on, I will be at yours with wine when you finish. Love ya. G XoX**

  That one was from Grace, and the second one is from an unknown number. I am hesitant to read it, not many people have my number, but I thought people didn’t know my address, but they still found me. I can read the first line of the message, 'Good morning. This is a mess......' so I brave it, and open it. I relax once the full message comes into view.

  **Good morning. This is a message for Rhiannon Addison. Just a reminder of your interview today at 1300 hours. Please arrive 10 minutes prior to your interview, and ask for Kaleb Braxton. The address is on your email confirmation. Thank-you.**

  Wow, I didn’t exactly forget the interview, right now everything is at stake, but it was nice of them to send a reminder. Out of all the interviews I have had lately, this is the first time I have received a reminder text.

  I quickly reply back to Grace, letting her know as soon as I’m out I will ring her. I know she will never let me live it down if I didn’t. That girl can be persistent, and very in-patient. Once I press the send button I am relieved to see my coffee is ready. After adding milk, and one sugar I make my way back upstairs, phone and coffee in hand.

  I place my phone and coffee on the bed side table, before I make my way to the closet. I really have no clue what to wear. Do I go with the formal attire, or glam it up a bit? I mean it’s not like I will be wearing your everyday clothes at this job anyway. I slowly go through all my clothes, pulling them off hanger by hanger, and throw them all onto my bed, where the pile is getting bigger, and bigger. Nothing is appropriate enough. I give up, and with a sigh I grab my phone of the table, and text Grace. She will know how to help me. She will know what to wear, after all she does use the contents of my closet more than what I do. She is always borrowing from it.

  **Help, please. I have a serious wardrobe malfunction. I don’t know what to wear. Be my savior and tell me what to wear. You use more of my wardrobe than me, so I know you won’t have a problem with this one. Love ya. R XoX**

  As I wait for a reply, I grab my coffee, and sit on the chair at my dressing table, and drink my coffee, which granted isn’t that hot now I left it to stand. I take quick glances at my phone every few seconds, mentally cursing Grace for not replying back quickly.

  By the time Grace has text me back, I have finished my coffee, and even managed to blow dry my hair. I thought for a moment that she wants going to text me back, and I was going to be left to do this on my own. I relax a little when her message comes through, but that doesn’t last long once I open the message.

  **Oh dear. What would you do without me? Ha ha. I think you should wear that cream and baby blue cocktail dress you have, and maybe glam it up a bit with accessories. ;-) You will rock it, and walk away with the job. P.S you love me using your wardrobe, it helps in situations like this, and someone has to use the beautiful garments you have hung in there. You never wear them. G XoX**

  Has that woman lost her marbles? I can’t wear that, it’s more a dress for a night club, not an interview. I need something else, and I’m running out of time.

  **Have you lost it? I can’t wear that, since when do you wear party dresses to a job interview? Grace, I need something else, please pick something sensible, I have to get this right. R XoX**

  I take a quick look at my watch and start to panic as I watch the minutes’ tick by. I don’t have long, and now I'm worried I won’t make it. Grace replies straight away, which I am thankful for.

  **Trust me on this, and just wear the dress. Since when is this an everyday interview? Just get your ass in that dress, get glammed up, and get your ass down to that damn interview – capich? I will not let you go in the dress if I think you will make a show of yourself. I am hoping you get the job, so please have some faith. G XoX**

  Jeez, that woman is so bossy some times. I guess she does have a point, and its not an average interview. I will just follow her advice, and hope for the best. After all she wouldn’t set me up to fail. I just hope I can pull it off.

  Walking back over to my bed, I shuffle through the mountain of clothes, dumping them all on the floor, till I come to my cocktail dress. I put it to the side while I look for some accessories. I decide to pair it up with blue necklace and white slip on shoes.

  Once I’m dressed, I make my way back to my dressing table and start on my hair and make-up. I have blow-dried my hair, but I still need to style it.

  I settle with my hair hanging down my back in loose curls, and simple, yet elegant make-up.

  I stand and look in the floor length mirror, and pose in every different way, making sure I look smart enough. I’m still having doubts about wearing this, and I’m a little nervous about my interview, but I have to do it.

  As I stand inspecting my reflection, I take a picture and message it to Grace,

  **Attachment – Does this look okay? I’m a little apprehensive about wearing it. R XoX**

  **Rhi, stop worrying. You look beautiful and will blow them away. You're also cutting it a bit fine, get your ass in your car and get going. Let me know how it goes, love ya, and good luck. G XoX**

  Looking at the time on my phone, I notice she’s right. I have an hour and half to get there. It’s an hour’s drive minimum, without traffic, so I have to go soon.

  I grab my now empty coffee cup, and head down stairs to the kitchen. I put my used mug in the dish
washer, and fill a travel mug with coffee. Once my mug is full, I add milk, and sugar again, and collect my things before I leave the house.

  I’ve got the paper work they asked for; I’ve got my keys, phone, coffee, and bag. Yep I’m ready to go.

  Cruising down the motorway in my Audi **, with some soothing music playing trying to calm my nerves. It’s not working, but I don’t like to drive in silence, and Billie Myers has a soothing voice, with beautiful lyrics to match. The lyrics fit in with the mood of the weather too, as Billie is singing about kissing the rain, the rain is bouncing of my windscreen, that sound alone is soothing, but it’s not calming me today.

  The traffic is heavy, so I am glad I gave myself an extra thirty minutes. I turn my music louder, and put my foot down, making sure I stick to the speed limits.

  *****

  I finally pull up to the given destination. It looks like a big posh house. Odd place for a job interview, but my GPS told me it was here when I typed in the postcode. I stop at a set of iron gates, and press the buzzer on the gates, and await an answer. I think my nervous make it feel longer than what it actually is, and I don’t know how long I’m waiting, but finally I get a reply.

  “Hello, how may I help you please?” the female voice asks through the intercom.

  “I’m here for a job interview with Kaleb Braxton,” I reply as I lean out of my car window so she can hear my reply over the pelting rain.

  “Certainly, can I have your name please?”

  “Yeah, its Urm – Rhiannon Addison.” I breath as I try lifting my body is my car side, the metal is pushing into my stomach, causing a little pain.

  “Thank you ma'am. Ill buzz open the gates. Come right to the top and our valet will park your car. Please come straight to reception, and someone will be here waiting for you.” she finishes as the gates open.

  Okay – this is it I, I can’t back down. I quickly relieve my body of the pressure, and slump back into my seat, exhaling a deep breath. I slowly put my car in to drive, and I drive up the long drive way, which has beautiful fresh flowers in front of acres of open land. I approach a set of heavy, dark wooden door. Stood of the bottom of the small set of steps is a tall man, he looks to be in his early thirties. He has black hair, and is wearing a crisp black suit, with a white shirt, with a green tie. I think this is his uniform, but I can’t be certain of this.