Heartbreak At Motel 7!

Chapter 14

Content Warning:
- Mentions of addiction & substance abuse
- Just toxic, I won't even lie
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Vera's Point Of View
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I don't know how she caught my attention in the first place.
Nothing about her was all that special, there wasn't anything in particular that made her stand out from the crowd.

It's not like she had wild, crazy coloured hair or an extroverted personality that would force you to look at her, even if you really didn't want to.

So how, exactly, did my world even end up on the same axis as the one of this suburban rich girl?

When I first saw her at my job, she looked so uncomfortable.
Her friends were having a good time, for the most part, while she avoided eye contact with most of the other customers and strippers alike.

We made eye contact, at some point. Her eyes were big and round. She looked frightened of me.
Her friends were much more outgoing than she was, offering her drinks and dancing while she watched.

Typically, Her type doesn't get my attention.
I don't usually like girls that are quiet and to themselves.

I like girls that give me a challenge, you know?
The type of girl that will stand her ground, a girl that knows how to have a good time, and has street smarts.
That's how my ex was, but anyway.

Charlotte was the exact opposite.
I watched her friends drag her around.
I watched as she sat silently in a strip club of all places.
And even better, I witnessed her make the oh-so smart decision of leaving my apartment to walk through a dangerous neighborhood that she didn't even know.

When she came into the private dance room with me the first time we met, she just looked so... inexperienced. For lack of a better word.
She was nervous as she spoke to me, fumbling over her words and repeating herself.

So you can imagine my shock when, the next time her and her little friends found themselves at the strip club, her lips were on another man's.

Was I jealous? Of course not. Why would I be?

I interrupted their interaction before it could get heated, taking her to the changing room where she continued to stare at me with those same adorable but dumbfounded eyes.

The same eyes that made me want to fuck her pretty face senseless.

Did she not realise the dangers of the world?
Did she not realise, the same way I said those men would take advantage of her, I was technically doing the same?

She gave me access to her so freely, as if craving a taste of rebellion and lust.
I wish I could say that it made me feel bad, but it didn't.

I bent her over the dressing room table and I won't lie to you, I would've fucked her on the spot.
But, as she asked me to kiss her, I realised what I was doing.

Why was I going for easy pickings? For a girl that would wonder what we are if I had to put my mouth on hers?

At my previous rehabilitation center I was suspected of displaying traits of Narcissistic Personality Disorder, and something else.
I can't remember what it was called, leave it up to me to find a way to sneak more drugs into a rehab... I was high out of my mind for the entire diagnosis.

Epic fuck up.
I never got clean, and those were one of my very few chances as my boss was concerned and actually paid for a full month's worth of treatment for me.

My sense of empathy, care, guilt, anything of the sort were all heavily stunted.
My mind didn't operate normally, and my addictive tendencies somehow latched onto the girl that I was currently knuckle deep inside of.