Riley West.
I walked beside Mom and Pascal as we headed towards the private jet. Someone had just broken into our apartment and stole some things, like Mom's ring and my necklace that my Dad bought me for my 16th birthday.
Twitter:
@RileyKWest: Childishness will get you nowhere in life. #Key
My younger siblings has flown in with Dad earlier this week because Mom and I had overloads of work, and barely had time for them. Which is sad, honestly.
"Where are we going?" I ask Mom as we get settled into the huge bed at the back of the jet.
"I was thinking New York for a few days," She says, taking her bra off.
"That's fine with me. Does Dad know?" I ask her, going through my phone, responding to some tweets, snaps, and text messages.
"Yes," She answers, doing the same for me but not responding.
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When we landed in New York, we were immediately swarmed with boby guards and such. I clung onto my personal body guard, James.
He never made me let go and he just held onto me tighter as he and Pascal pushed people away. Mostly the paparazzi.
"Riles, come on," Pascal looked back to make sure I was still here.
James nodded at him before picking me up bridal style. I losely wrapped my arms around him as I laid my head on his chest. And just like that, I had fallen asleep.
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Text Message:
Jack G 😉: I hope you're safe now. When you get to LA, come by, I have a surprise for you. 💜
I smile to myself and chuckle. He always has a damn surprise.
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