Treat me well

thirteen

Hi all. This is a massive jump in the story. Sorry but I couldn't really think of much else to write just felt like I was constantly repeating myself. Also thank you for all the support given I appreciate it.

9:55pm- "hurry up Bell, we're going to be late."

"Fuck sake I'm coming. Just putting my hoops in and some red lipstick on and I'm ready to go" .

I laughed.

I ran down them stairs to the taxi that was waiting on the other side of the road. I sped across.

"Turn the fucking music up"

I screamed with a cigarette hanging out of my mouth and a double vodka and lemonade in the other. I was living my best life.

I gave birth to my little girl a few months back now. She's doing great. My now new boyfriend looks after her so I can enjoy being young once again and have my freedom. I go out most days. I'm a top mother though. I spend the days with my little girl and party at night. Not always.

I enter the club singing lyrics to my favourite song. I'm absolutely fucking smashed. I'm surprised I'm allowed into the club, but then again they all know me so they're used to it. I pull my ID card out of my cleavage and wave it to the security guards they laugh and have a grab of my boobs. It's so nice to be able to enjoy life again. Slag.

I do think about my husband now and then. I do know that one day he will find me and take me away. Like come on fuck sake I have his daughter he won't let that go. Never. Mafia shit.

We ordered more shots and drinks and I enjoy my night grinding up and down my mates like a crazy person. It's great to be alive. Yes. Great.

—— Monday morning ——

I work in a cafe around the corner from where I live. I love it. I can work and be free also have a laugh with my boss and colleges it's the best. I've been there since I left the mansion. I work only mornings so I can be with my daughter for the rest of the days. My boyfriend also helps out. It's perfect.