Blair had their life planned out for them, be a good student, get into college, finish university and become a lawyer, be a big fish, rule the pond. Blair seemed to have other ideas, falling in with a different crowd at the age of sixteen, Blair fou...
When I opened my eyes in the morning I was not pleasantly surprised, I was more edging on distraught. My body was in pure pain and I felt like I had been thrown down some stairs. When I say my whole body hurt I meant everywhere. In fact, my insides felt almost like they had been scrambled around. I was naked in a random bed, I wasn't even sure we were in a house, it looked like a hotel. The bed next to me was empty, thank God. Looking around, my clothes were on the floor, quickly scrambling out of the bed I pulled on my clothes, finding that my dress was ripped at the front, my heel broken on my left boot. I zipped my leather jacket up over the dress, that solved that problem, the boot problem was a bit more difficult, never the less I chucked the boots into the bin before grabbing my bag and checking it had all it's contents.
On the way to the door, I caught myself in the mirror. I almost let out a shriek when I saw the state of me. I had a massive bruise under my right eye like I had been hit and a busted lip on the same side. On my collarbone there was a large bruise, I was unsure of the origin of this one, but it looked suspiciously like the kind that gets left on your neck. I zipped my jacket up higher and covered half my face with my hair before reaching for the door handle, slowly opening the door and leaving the room.
As I suspected I was in a hotel, I had no idea of which hotel though, I mean I live down at the coast, it is littered with hotels and holiday parks. I managed to find the stairs and headed all the way to the bottom and walked past the reception area, not bothering to look at the looks I was so obviously getting since I didn't have any shoes on, I mean if you look at my clothes they are barely there too, it was so clear I was doing the walk of shame.
I didn't exactly know what happened last night though, I couldn't remember much at all. I was in a club with Mac, I kissed a guy, I couldn't even tell you what he looked like, but I know I left the club with him, but I don't remember what happened after that.
I just needed to get home, I had a busy day out shopping, ready for tomorrow's party and I didn't want to think anymore about last night. Pushing away thoughts of what could have been, my mind a dark and dangerous place, thinking nasty thoughts, I got out near the beach before I found my way home.
It took me a good twenty minutes to get home, but I didn't care, once I was through my front door I locked it before rushing up the stairs and diving into the shower. I didn't even care that when I stepped into the shower the water was cold for a bit. I scrubbed hard at my body, I needed to get whatever it was on me, off, not that it was something physical, just the scent, the feeling of someone who had been touching me. I scrubbed hard with shower gel, before not feeling clean, moving on to a bleach I had for cleaning, using it on my skin made me feel clean for the time that I was using it. As soon as I stopped scrubbing I felt dirty again, letting the water run over me I could feel the heat on my face, but I knew it wasn't the heat of the water, it was the heat of the tears that had begun to fall from my eyes. I was a mess, I was officially some kind of person who slept around, I mean I understood it was only one person, but it wasn't something I particularly did a lot.
After an hour of being under the water, I managed to free myself for the confines of my shower before leaving the bathroom and drying myself and pulling some clothes on. A pair of black sweatpants with a long sleeved top and a long sleeved hoody would suffice, I didn't even care how warm it was today, I didn't want anyone to look at me, I tried my best to cover my bruising and busted lip with makeup but ended up covering my right side of my face with my hair and putting a cap on to hold the hair in place. I didn't want to risk the wind blowing my hair up and people seeing my face, it was no one else business.
Putting my trainers on I grabbed my purse and phone before sticking them in my pockets and leaving the house, locking the door on exiting it.
As I walked down the road I saw Ben leaving his house and getting into his car. I put my hands in my pockets and put my head down as I walked on, pretending that I was okay, pretending that I didn't see him. Mac had lied to me, I just felt worse after going with someone else, I assumed that was what happened last night, people don't just wake up naked for no reason.
In town I found a few shops which had nice dresses in, dresses I really thought about buying but ended up settling with one I could easily team with tights, it was a dress that was mid-thigh length, black with a high scoop neck neckline but the dress straps turned into wings that went over the back. It was a beautiful dress that I had never seen before, I hadn't seen people wearing anything like it before. I bought a pair of black tights to go with it, before deciding I had a pair of shoes or boots that I could wear with it at home. Paying for the dress and tights I left the shop and walked through the town, looking through windows and seeing all the lovely items that were for sale.
As I looked through one of the windows my eyes spied a beautiful glasses set, I walked into the shop and I was greeted by a sales assistant, I decided I was going to buy the glasses, not for me, a gift to Leia, I didn't know if she would like them but I thought they were cute, different, and I needed a gift for her birthday. The sales assistant took the glasses set to the till for me and I paid for it before I smiled to myself. I was happy that I had found something to buy Leia, not that I had thought about it until I saw them. As I turned to leave the shop I was surprised to see Mrs DeMarco in the shop doorway, my eyes widened as we looked at each other.
I stepped closer to her, after all, she was standing where the exit was. "What are you doing here?" I asked her quietly as I looked out the window.
"Oh I'm just doing a bit of shopping," she told me with a smirk, the trademark look that Romeo carried. Outside the shop was a Range Rover, a man waiting by the back door, she never travelled alone, I knew that.
"I don't want any trouble," I told her as I clutched the bag and box I held tighter to me.
She tilted her head for a second before she shrugged her shoulders and walked around the shop, looking at the trinkets in the shop. I watched her for a second before bowing my head down and leaving the shop, my eyes never looking at the man standing by her car, I just continued down the road, I needed to get home and get this all away, I needed to relax and stop thinking all the worst thoughts in the world.
I didn't want to die, not right now.
My second chance had been foiled by a woman who was intent on getting revenge for her son's death. I could never live peacefully as long as she taunted me.
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Lying in bed after showering my mind sprung to other places. In order not to think about my evening last night I thought about the times I spent with Ben. About how happy he made me feel, as I laid there I felt a smile creep across my face. My stomach had a warm fuzzy feeling as I thought of Ben, I climbed out of the bed, pulling my dressing gown around me, before heading to the window and glancing out.
I looked down the road and towards Ben's house, his car still hadn't returned, since he left earlier. My heart sunk a little as I thought of him out with others, out with other women and I'm not going to lie it did make me feel a little sick. Even after all this time I still couldn't get over him.
As I looked down the road, just watching the world go by his car drove past and into his driveway. I looked over just out of curiosity as he got out of his car, I swear for a second he looked at me as he stood by his car. I looked away, not wanting to stare, not wanting him to think I was just looking out for him. Not that it would have been a lie.
I moved away from the window, closing the curtains properly and heading back to my bed. I laid back on the bed, my mind full of happier times, the only place I was actually happy was in my head. And whilst I was happy there in my head, I wanted to just enjoy my time I spent in there.
