I Wish I Could Understand

Cynthia looked at the scared man in front of her who now had his back against the wall and his eyes full of fear, did he not sleep well? She asked herself but she had to scare him away. "I..I..I.." "you don't have to speak if you can't, I'll still beat you up," Cynthia said, a creepy smile plastered on her lips. Timothy tried to speak but couldn't, he wondered where this angel or devil in this aspect had learned such intimidation tactics, is she really going to beat me up? "Pl..pl..pl..ea..se," Timothy stammered, almost biting his tongue.

Cynthia looked at him, resisting the urge to roll on the floor laughing it out, "what are you doing her?" Timothy stiffened at the question, he looked at her, hoping she had recognized him, "y..you know me?" He asked, pointing at himself but still not relaxing. He had heard many things about this girl,but one that stood out most besides her appearance were her violent tendencies against men.  He seriously didn't want to be a victim. "I asked you and you're replying with a question," Cynthia leaned in a little closer, her voice low,

"you do realize there are many bags here that could improvise for a body bag?" She asked, looking utterly serious. Timothy tensed, he didn't want to die yet, no he didn't, and he didn't dare look at her eyes, they were hypnotizing. He even thought she could hypnotize him to murder himself and it would appear as suicide, no no no, Timothy shook his head, his entire body convulsing in fear but dared not speak "Tsk tsk, I've never met a boy like you Timothy Martin, do your fans know you can be completely undone by a girl?" Cynthia asked, straightening her back and looking at him, clearly displeased.

Though she hated to interact with the male species, she had always learned from him because he was a great photographer. Timothy looked at the girl before him who had a meaningful look on her face, his shock immediately turned into shame, she knew him but still had the guts to intimidate him, seems I have not built a formidable persona yet he thought. Cynthia pointed at the camera on top of their heads, "it was all recorded, if you do anything silly to annoy me or Mrs Bennett, your fans will know how pathetic you can be." She said and walked away, toward the counter where she had realized a customer was heading.

Timothy stood there, dumbfounded. He looked at the girl who was speaking with the customer in a very smooth, delicate and welcoming voice, completely different from the previous devil. If anyone was to hear him narrate what had just happened, they would not believe him. He sighed and gathered his strength back, he would need it, he then walked over to her cautiously when the customer had left.

"Uh, Cynthia?" "What?" He stood there like a drenched chicken, "can we speak?" Cynthia stopped and looked at him, "about what brought you here?" He nodded. She sounded harsh, but he knew she was tolerating him so he had no complaints. "Come here", the great Timothy Martin was led by the neck to a small room behind the stalls and Cynthia sat down, waiting for him to speak.

"I came to ask you to sign under my agency -" "that's what brought you?" Cynthia asked, not at all bothered by his straight forwardness. "Yes," he looked at Cynthia as if asking for cue to continue. Cynthia kept quiet, he cleared his throat and spoke again. After about an hour of speaking alone, giving all reasons she should sign, Timothy got frustrated "Miss Cynthia please understand-"

"I wish I could understand", she cut him off then stood up to leave, "no Cynthia, how are you going to manage your life from now? The press will be following you everywhere do you want to be a normal person with paparazzi on your back or you have to live it up?" Cynthia stopped and said, "they'll get tired and stop-",  Cynthia frowned, she hated being interrupted as she spoke "really?" Timothy was getting agitated,

"they'll get tired? You don't really get this industry do you?", "yes I don't so don't bother," Cynthia spat back.

"The paparazzi are not the only ones fanning. You made such big waves with one video and a couple of photographs, there are models and celebrities who are not fine with a rookie taking what they deem their spot without effort. They'll dig in to your past, clean or not, they'll smear you, untill you get infamous  to the point that no one has positive interest in you then they'll rest. You might say you don't care, but won't your employers at your dream work place care? How about at school?". Timothy spoke with passion that even he didn't realize.

He paused and cleared his throat, seeing that Cynthia was quiet and seemed contemplating. "What I want to say is that you have already stepped in, leaving won't be bad but consider the risks, besides, think of that person you might have promised one day in the past that you would be greater than her on stage." When Timothy said this, Cynthia's eyes shot up, looking at him in disbelief, but before she could reply, she was alone in the small room with a business card in her hands.

By evening, Mrs Bennett had returned and the two closed up the shop while chatting and laughing. "By the way, did you conclude anything with that young gentleman?" Mrs Bennett asked, looking at Cynthia seriously. "No". Cynthia answered quietly, busying herself as if to dodge the topic, she knew Mrs Bennett was aware of Timothy's intentions.

"Dear, since the first day you started helping me out here, I've received a great deal of customers-" she said "then I should not leave" Cynthia replied smiling "no, it means you are meant to be out there, your presence is not an ordinary phenomenon, however hard you try to subdue it", Mrs Bennett sighed, "just do it for me okay, I would love to see someone I know on tv," she said reaching out to pinch Cynthia's cheeks. "Okay let's get going".

Cynthia hummed as Mrs Bennett got into her small pick up, "want a ride home?" She asked Cynthia laughed "you clearly live the opposite side of me what are you thinking?", Mrs Bennett placed her hand on her chest mimicking a heartbreak. Cynthia laughed even harder, "I want to walk back as I clear my head", she said and waved good bye to Mrs Bennett.

As she walked down the street, her mind foggy with indecisiveness, she thought about everything that had happened and sighed deeply, as she got to a more desolate street, she didn't notice a car speeding toward her from behind.

The car sped and hit a lamp post right behind her and she jumped in fear. If it was not for the lamp post, she might have been crushed beneath this car, Cynthia got angry and walked over to the driver who had no injury on him and shouted at him, "hey you, what do you think you're doing, if you had hit me I swear my ghost would suck your blood dry", Cynthia spat, her chest heaving in anger. Drake looked at the girl before him and smirked, it's her, but what is she doing here at this time? "Are you out of your mind", she screamed again wanting to punch this handsome son of a bitch, he didn't even look drunk, why was he driving like a mad person.

"Come down princess-" that did it, Cynthia hated the men who called her princess the most, she immediately opened the door and dragged the man out then before he could steady himself, still in a daze from the car crash, she delivered him a heavy punch right at his left eye then at his stomach before he could decipher what was going on, Cynthia kicked his legs and watched him kneel down in pain. "How dare you," Drake's muffled groans left his mouth as he glared at Cynthia one hand holding his stomach that had churned from the hit.

"Next time don't drive around as if you own the street, and when in the wrong, apologize first before making excuses," infact what made her hit him was the princess word, "damn you" he groaned, "I own this road "

Cynthia chuckled, "even better, that way you'll have to repair the lamp post," she sneered and left, she hated people who bragged . Drake looked at the girl's disappearing silhouette and then at his stomach, "how dare she". He had never suffered such a humiliation.