𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞- 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜

𝟎𝟎𝟗- 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐦𝐞?

009- Why me?

(outfit at the top)

Yesterday, Valentina wanted it to feel like a blur. As if the alcohol would just make her forget things. But it seems as if when she laid her eyes on him and when she heard that deep voice, the alcohol had just gone out. Obviously not possible. But she remembered every single moment.

She had finally managed to go out the house. Have a night out with some friend, yet here she was driving her car to Pascale's house to tell her what happened. Some may call her a bad mother for going out drinking at a club. But to be truthful she didn't drink too much. Only one or two drinks. As far as she could remember.

Eloise didn't know her father was here and she planned on keeping it that way. She was a five year old child, who doesn't know anything about Valentina's past life.

Last night, when Valentina picked up Eloise, Pascale could tell something was wrong. Having had three children she knows. Although they are boys, she still could tell. She came and got Eloise earlier then she intended too. Way earlier.

Valentina had put on a brave face for her daughter. She always did. Never has Eloise seen Valentina cry. Apart from sad movies, never. She was happy about that.

Eloise was humming along to a song playing on the radio, whilst playing with a new Barbie doll. She had planned to show it to Pascale, she didn't show it her the previous day.

Valentina didn't know what to do in terms of Gabriel. Of course when she got home she put Eloise to bed and called the police on him. He still, surprisingly, hasn't been found. He probably left and went to Nice or something.

But whatever it was, when he got found, she would press charges against him. He is never going near her or Eloise again. She would happily fight for her and Eloise just so he can be away from her.

Wherever he was, she'd hope she only saw him in the court room and never see him again.

Eloise was quietly minding her own business playing with her dolls and the streets of Monaco were filled with people. Usually you would be able to spot the tourists as they were taking pictures of anything and everything.

The traffic was bad on this day. It was a Saturday. Every Saturday was bad on traffic. A lot of stuff was done on a Saturday. You usually went out on a Saturday, stayed at someones house on a Saturday, went to someones house for a play date or lunch on a Saturday. It was horrible on weekends.

She was already angry at Gabriel and now this traffic just made her want to punch someone. Right now, in this moment she was mad. A million thoughts raced through her head every second and she couldn't keep up. If her daughter wasn't in the far, she would burst out crying. Never mind everyone around her, someone looking in her car. She just wanted to cry.

Call her dramatic if you want, but her ex-boyfriend, father of her child, sexually assaulted her. The man she never wished to see again. The pussy, who ran away, afraid of what the police, court and so on would do. The guy was going to go jail when he was found and that was it. She wanted him found now so he doesn't do it to other women.

After what feels like a year, they made it to Pascale's house. She was, like usual, waiting by her door for them to come and knock.

She felt so bad. Pascale knew Valentina didn't want Eloise all over the internet. Valentina never shoved a camera in her face, only when there was special moments. Her Instagram was on private, the only followers being close family and friends.