Let's Hurt Tonight (A OneRepublic Fanfic)

Introdution

I suppose I should start at the beginning, maybe introduce myself...well that's easy I guess...My name is Sasha Holden and yes that is me in the picture above (yes it is also a high school picture, it's the best I could do with short notice) anyway I am 31 years old and up until 2 years ago I lived in New Jersey with my best friend Clara.

Before that I moved from town to town trying to find a place to fit in, I guess you could say that's what attracted me to LA. Lots of people seemed to move and settle here. It was a fresh start away from the past I left behind. I came here to start my career, or at least I hoped I would...

It was a leap of faith I guess, my last chance of success. Clara had pushed me into moving and following my dream she always told me I had a talent and should do something with it. But I think I was probably more scared of failing and not being good enough.

I've neve really had a decent job, just waitress in mainly and some office work when I was 20, but that was more to do with the Manager having the hots for me than me actually being good at my job. Money was good though, and a couple of late nights with the said manager secured bonuses and pay rises. Yeah I know what you think, sleeping my way to the top...but why the hell not. I have no qualifications, however I do have a good figure and great banter...why shouldn't I use that to get what I need?

No morals? Well let me tell you morals are something people who have never had to beg for a living have the luxury of...morals are for the people who have had a bed to sleep in and a roof over their heads for their entire lives...

I had learnt many lessons throughout my life, how to survive mainly. How to read people, who I could trust and who to avoid...most of the time I could trust my instinct, except for him...I didn't need my instincts, we were both aware of what we wanted from our arrangement. He was different to most guys, not in a romantic way, but he was honest he made it clear from the beginning he didn't want anything serious and that suited me fine.

He gave me what I needed and I did him, we helped each other. Or at least that's what I thought, I'm guessing you would like a name for my Mr Honesty, but you'll see for yourself soon enough...

So take a seat and I will tell my story of how this man became the best and worst thing that ever happened to me...