Every story was being made up. My true friends weren't the ones speaking. It was people who never knew me, making up stories. Even my local paper put a $1,000 bounty out for information about my whereabouts.

I was homecoming queen. I was star of my basketball team.

I created a production company. Right now I am so happy in my work.

When that man wants something, he'll stop at nothing to get it. And I also believed in the good of him.

The problem with losing your anonymity is that you can never go back.

If we could have somehow stayed away from the public and the press, it might have been different, but every private issue seemed to be played out on the front page.

I think what he loved about me the most was that I wasn't part of that world. But once we were together publicly, he wanted to change me into that social animal.