pt. 1

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"Miss....? Hello?"

"What? Uh, oh I'm sorry."

"You haven't payed yet and there's a bloke right behind you waiting."

"Oh I um I-" What the hell was wrong with me? Why can't I say anything?

"Okay, you're either purchasing something or your not. Make up your mind."

"No, yeah, It's just tha-"

"Alright, I don't need any of your shit. I swear you women keep getting more annoying as the days go by. So pathetic. Get out of the store. Go on now." Wait...what? Who the hell does he think he is? He's working at a gas station at 2 in the morning and what? He's blowing up because I have been zoned out for no more than 10 seconds? He's the pathetic one, I can tell you that much.

"Fuck you. Why don't you grow some and be a bit more polite next time. I may be a woman but that's one hell of a title." and with that, I walked out of the store making sure I slammed the door on my way out. What the actual fuck? Really, I don't get men these days. They cheat on you, they treat you like trash, and most of all, they make you feel like you are the most worthless living thing on this universe. UGHH.

"Oi! You over there! Y-you look a bit cold. Wh-why don't you come over h-here and let me... w-warm you up?" Oh god. What does that even mean? Are you serious? Just to add on to my perfect night, you have drunk horny men begging to get in your pants. Okay, just keep walking Jane. Just keep walking.

"Babe, where you heading? Wh-why d-don't you come over here w-with me?" He kept persisting as he had one hand holding on to a bottle of beer and the other placed onto the street walls.

"Okay, really, I'm good. As tempting as it is, I'm going to act like I have some place to be." I stated a bit too firmly. But hey, he was being an ass! God, what happened to me? I used to be Jane, the girl who flew from Seattle all the way to London, England for a trip of a lifetime and here I am, wondering the streets in the middle of the night in search of a place to sleep where I actually will have some sort of peace and safety. Oh how I miss the view of Big Ben from my hotel room and the complimentary champagne they set in the bedroom with little glasses. I don't even know how I got so far from the city! You're probably wondering how this all happened, and let me tell you, it's quite a story.

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Authors note :

SO I am a 21 year old that has just downed 5 glasses of Sangria, JUST shaved my legs, AND finished watching the new 'After' movie for the 4th time and I am inspired as hell. SO if you enjoy let me know!! I started writing this years ago and never continued it so that is exactly what I am going to do!

*pours 6th glass*

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