Lyra
Not many people knew this but rich people didn't smile, their lips just went up a inch to show that they were merely pleased. Being in a party filled to the brim with socialites felt strange to me, even I could also be technically classified as a socialite. Being a 20 year old pop singer wasn't all it was cut out to be.
Of course I loved the fame and the fortune but sometimes I wished I could just hide in my blanket away from the world's drams like I used to do when I was a little girl but unfortunately I was a grownup and I couldn't hide from the world no matter how hard I tried
My best friend Tessa Cruz AKA my stylist walked over to me, a martini in hand and a man whose hand was on her waist. "Hey bestie", I smile and wince slightly as I feel her armcandy eyeing me hungrily. I love Tessa but her escorts...not so sure about that.
The music blasted across the room and I danced my butt off trying to prove how much fun I was. If there was one thing I loved about being a celebrity:it was the parties. Unlike everyone else who had to deal with lines and crowded places, I experienced no such thing, I was treated like a queen and the dance floor would clear up for me.
I walked over to my bodyguard,Steve, and told him I needed go use the bathroom and he wouldn't need to come with me because I wanted to be an independent woman, I would be turning 21 next month and the entire world needed to know that.
"You sure you'll be fine on your own?"
"Yeah Steve it's just the bathroom"
"Okay, if you say so,Lyra"
Unluckily for me, the club bathroom was a whole other building entirely and I had on the most uncomfortable shoes in the galaxy but I was too proud to turn back now so I continued my journey to the bathroom.
As I reached the bathroom I heard some screaming coming from the men's bathroom and being the nosy bitch I was, I decided to go check it out and what I found left me shocked.
A Spanish looking man with a long scar that ran up his face was standing over another man who seemed to be begging for life. The Spanish looking man cackled like a witch and shot the other man. I screamed on horror as the other man lay there lifeless.
Pure fear horror filled up as the Spanish looking man's gaze turned towards me and then he started walking towards me with an annoyed expression on his face. Well buddy, your not the only one that's annoyed I came to use the bathroom and this happened.
I abandoned my uncomfortable shoes and screamed while running and of course shape Spanish looking man chased me. Steve suddenly appeared looking worried.
"Lyra are you okay?"
I couldn't speak and only pointed to the direction came from, Steve nodded and run there with his gun in his hands. Another gunshot sounded a d when I went to go check, Steve was the on the floor with bloody clothes and I didn't think he was breathing.
The Spanish looking man turned to me with ,monstrous grin on his face and walked towards me, I ran as fast as I could and managed to make it back to the club where I told Tessa what happened and she immediately called the police.
I sat at the back of the policeman's car with Tessa. I couldn't think properly and I was hyperventilating and pure dread washed over me and I realised something:
Now that the Spanish looking man knows I saw him kill two people he would come after me now, I was his next target.