I pulled my backpack further up my shoulders as I stared at my palace-like home, the home I was about to run away from.
I didn't actually have a good reason for running away. I just wanted to. I was sick of my life.
I had no complaints. I was fed well, treated well, almost like a queen but what came with it was the glaring media attention labeling me as a spoilt wild child and a disgrace to my parents. And I was the kind where if I was labeled something I wasn't, I did everything I could to show them that I could be like that. It definitely didn't help my case but it brought some sort of sick satisfaction.
I had changed out of my fanciful eighteenth birthday dress into something more comfortable and something that would blend in with the general population.
I warred with myself in my mind over whether what I was doing was right but then I thought, fuck it.
I turned to walk away from home.
It hurt between my legs. As much as I hated Vince now, I had to admit he was good in bed. I almost didn't regret losing my virginity to him. But then I remembered that I caught him hooking up with my friend in my bathroom in my house on my eighteenth birthday. Oh, the courage he must have.
This only made me quicken my pace because I wanted to get that house out of my view. Tonight was going to top the list of embarrassing things that had happened to me and it was forever going to stay in my damn mind and I wasn't going to forget this night for years to come.
I walked a lot. It must have been an hour or so. I didn't realize because I was replaying tonight's events over and over.
After a wild party in my house which my parents allowed only because they didn't want me to go somewhere else to party because they feared I would do something that would give the tabloids some juicy news to write about, I had dragged Vince to my bedroom and told him I was ready. My parents were not home but they were going to come later in the evening from a business dinner.
So I thought this was the perfect time to sleep with him. And boy was it great. It hurt a lot at first but then it felt so good. I fell asleep right after that and was woken up to sounds coming from my bathroom.
Dressing up I had carefully padded towards the source of the noise only to find my friend, Carissa Addington getting fucked senseless by my very own boyfriend, well now my ex.
They didn't even have the decency to go somewhere else to do the dirty.
Naturally I burst out crying, kicked them out of my room, quite literally while his dick was still in her ass and sat crying in my room.
Once my crying fest was over, I stormed downstairs. The party was still on and people were annoying the fuck out of me by wishing me a happy birthday like no bitch, I did not have a happy birthday and I might pull your hair if you don't take your fake ass back to whoever you're cheating on someone with.
The first thing I did was go in search of my parents. I was sure they were home by now, probably hiding in their room after being horrified by the party, the type that they haven't seen anywhere. Their version of parties consisted of dinners where they talked, drank and breathed business and where they looked to see if someone looked better than them.
Once I located them in their room, I threw open their door and marched in.
Vince thought he was such a great player and could get away with cheating on me. He thought I was just another tissue in his pile but he was so wrong. I would show him how powerful I really was. I felt used I didn't like it one bit. That was what mainly fueled me to go ahead and do the single most embarrassing thing I ever did in my life.
I was really blinded by rage at that time preventing me from thinking rationally. All I could think about was how I could show Vince who the real boss was.
So I went and demanded my parents to buy Vince, like he was some sort of thing they could buy in a shop.
Naturally they were furious over my ridiculous demand. But my brain clearly didn't think that because I persistently told them, more like ordered them to buy him like we were out slave shopping.
I didn't stop though. It was like I was on fucking repeat and at the end I got thrashed by my mother who had had enough of me by then.
I shuddered at the embarrassment.
Then they left me and I was left fuming over my unfulfilled demands. How dare they? They always bought me everything I asked for. Always.
I guess that was the last straw. I wanted out of this thing that my life had been stuck in like quicksand. I didn't think of anything as I grabbed my bag and stuffed it with what I thought were really important survival items like makeup, clothing that I hoped was casual enough for normal people, a ton of cash because I didn't know when I'd return. I had also packed a few stilettoes but my bag wouldn't accommodate it so I had to settle for another pair of shoes brokenheartedly and then I was off through the back gate.
I had been walking quite a long time now and I didn't know where I was or how to go back home from there but that was okay because I didn't plan to.
This was completely new to me. I hadn't ventured out on my own ever before. I didn't have an exact plan in my head. From the moment I left, I knew I wasn't looking back for quite some time now. I wasn't going to return anytime soon.
Now out there in the world, I felt less suffocated and less looked at. It was a welcome change that I was yet to decide was good or not.
I took a blonde wig out of my bag and pulled it over my head. I also took out a pair of nerdy glasses that I hated and put it on. I was quite far away from home. I was certain that my parents wouldn't know that I was missing until tomorrow morning. They'd probably just assume that I locked myself up in my room like that various times I'd done that when things didn't go my way.
I was standing in front of a cheap hotel. I wouldn't even dream of stepping into that filthy building but I had no choice. There was a risk of getting recognized and having to show an ID if I went to stay in a hotel that met my standards and right now I was going to do everything I could to stay undercover.
Happy birthday, Juliet. I told myself as I looked at the building that I was going to spend the night in which clearly wasn't meant for someone like me.
I refused to give identification or any information of any kind to the receptionist and she didn't ask for it twice once I slapped a nice amount of money in front of her that she probably had been never given. Once I threw three times the rate of the room at her to keep her further quiet, she gave me the key and I went to find my room.
The room was the shittiest I'd ever seen. It only had a small bed which wasn't even one-third the size of my bed back home. It had a tiny table next to it and the lights were flickering every now and then. The room was a bit dusty and I almost decided to run out of this disgusting place but then reminded myself that I couldn't go back and searching for a better hotel won't be quick.
I cursed under my breath as I stood on the bed and kept jumping on it resulting in a cloud of smoke. It was also a way to take out my pent up anger and frustration. I tried to clean up as much as I could, having never done it in mg life before this.
It took some time but the room was considerably cleaner than before.
Tired and sleepy, I opened the door to the bathroom to take a nice warm shower but once the awful smell like that of public toilets hit my nose, bile rose from my stomach and before I could get to the toilet seat, not that I was going to do it anyway because it was fucking disgusting, I had thrown up all over the bathroom floor.
"What the fuck is this place!" I screamed out and I was pretty sure everyone living on this floor must've heard me.
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