Brittan did plan the trip to London with her best friend. But she did not plan to find a special man with a special smile...
TW: this story contains sex scenes and physical violence!
#1 sancho 06.02.23 - 09.03.23
#1 manchester 01.03.23 - 09.03.23...
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The last few days passed damn slowly. I spent the whole day after the party throwing up and crying. Did he really kiss her? Did I actually slap him? I actually always spent the next few days in the hotel room, in the wellness area, in the gym or on the balcony. I had neither the desire nor the energy to talk about him or anything. They could all kiss my ass. Maybe it was because I hadn't showered in four days.
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I decided to call Lou and tell her everything. She was... not as expected. Kind of malicious. All I heard were things like, "I told you", „football player," "Get rid of him". But when I told her and Facetimed how shitty I feel, she became old Lou and supported me. Suddenly there was a knock on the door and I almost threw my phone off the balcony in shock. "Sorry, have to hang up. See you soon! I love you," I ended the call.
"Whaaaat?!" I croaked across the hotel room. Then I heard the door open. "Where are you?" I now heard a dull voice that I could immediately identify. "Here on the balcony," I replied, not exactly happy to have visitors. "Hey," Marcus began, sitting down next to me. "Wanted to stop by. We worry about you. You haven't been seen since Phil's party! Every day someone came to the hotel room and no one saw you," he sneered at me in a worried voice. "I know. I'm not stupid," I answered emotionlessly.
"Are you coming tonight?" he now asked cautiously. "No. I don't know," I changed my mind about it every 5 minutes. I wanted to have a great time, especially on our last real night here. But I couldn't have a sip of alcohol. Don't even smell it. And so I couldn't meet Jadon. „Why not??" Marcus sounded disappointed. I explained to him that without alcohol I would probably never be able or want to meet Jadon again. "Britt... why do I have the feeling that you didn't tell me everything that happened after the party?" he now sounded demanding. "Oh come on, I'm not stupid. Jadon will have told you everything!" I got angry again.
"But I wanna hear it from you. It'll help you," he assured, speaking to me like I was a baby. "I slapped him across the face. For kissing that bitch Melissa! Happy?" I now asked angrily. „Yes," was his reply. And that was it. "Come onnn! It starts in 2 hours and Lucia would be really happy too!" he tried to cheer me up. I just rolled my eyes. Just thinking about the party sucked my whole social battery out of me. „Do I really have to get Lucia to persuade you?" he played offended. "No... fine. I'll come", I mumbled.
"I'm sorry, what? I can't hear you", he provoked me like my big brother. How I miss him. "You better watch out! Otherwise I'll stay here", I protested. "See you later," he got up, hugged me and left the room. Great... and that fast he persuaded me to do something I didn't want to do at all.
