Snapped

Jenna leaned against the pole, her 'blazer' rumpled as she slipped partially up her back. The pit in her stomach pulling her towards the sidewalk, she fought to slow her breathing as she felt her fingernails digging into the handle of her bags.

“So stupid.” She hissed, halting her descent and folding forward to rest her elbows on her knees. “How can they…”

Wiping her eye’s with the cuff of her coat, she looked skyward. A few camera clicks broke through her misery. Up the lane, she could see a collection of haggard cameramen pointing their lenses in her direction.

Forcing a weak smile, she waved and walked across the sidewalk towards Karen. Angling the letter from the agency away from the paparazzo, waving politely before ignoring him completely.  

“You okay, squirt?” Karen chirped, flashing her a mocking wink.

Her hideous grin half hidden by the curtain of red hair dangling from her scalp. “Ha. Ha. Just, get me out of here. I’m in no mood for your jokes.”

Karen pouted playfully, tousling Jenna’s hair. The diminutive brunette glared up at her lithe companion. “Aww, too bad.” She crouched down and snatched the purple letter from her hand. “Because it seems like you need to be a touch more humble from now on.”

Jenna folded her arms, glowering at a discarded piece of gum. “Shut up.”

Karen tilted her head, cooing at her. “Aww, if that’s how you feel I can leave you here. I’m sure your new friend would love to see a toddler push you around.”

"No! Just… knock it off, please? This is a rough day for me.”

Karen smiled wickedly, and reached out her arms. “Ok. Give Auntie Karen a hug and I’ll carry you to the car.”  

The colour drained from Jenna’s cheeks, dragging her jaw with it. “You cannot be serious! I’ll be on the front page of every tabloid for a week!”

“Suit yourself, have a safe walk!” Karen beamed as she stood up to her full height. Jenna shivered, looking directly at the posh redhead’s broad chunky belt. Karen went to walk past her, when Jenna’s small free hand snatched the hem of her skirt. “Oh?”

Jenna groaned, looking back up at the sky. She could see Karen’s copper locks wafting in the breeze. Jenna looked to her side, and saw the cameraman grinning as he trained his camera in her direction.

He looked to be about six feet tall, nearly twice her current height. She’d seen enough of these monsters in action to know they’d likely follow her all the way to her flat. ‘Suck it up, once in the garage he can’t follow.’ She mused, brushing her hand along her eyes once again.  “Just… get me out of here. I’ve lost my career, my license and my independence. I don’t want to lose my dignity too. Please, Karen?”

The  tall redhead smirked, stooping and scooping the reduced woman onto her  hip. “Sure Half-pint. Let’s get you home.” She took a step, and paused,  turning to face the cameraman. Jenna’s throat seized as Karen gripped  her wrist, lifting the tiny woman's hand up. Karen shook Jenna’s reduced  limb, and bounced the brunette as the cameraman snapped a few more pictures. “Okies, off we go.”

Jenna slumped in Karen’s grasp, burying her face in Karen’s sickly  aromatic locks. Karen gently, deliberately placed Jenna in a car seat in  the back of her saloon. Making sure that Jenna was as exposed as  possible before driving away.