a beautiful lie (continued/ original by winternightz)

The Radio

Waking up the next morning and having to admit defeat once again is much more painful than my limp limbs, and the harsh pounding in the back of my head.

I can hardly even remember what happened after Roman injected me with the heroin. All I remember is floating away and the slightest scent of Tom lingering in the air.

But unfortunately, now all i can smell is the putrid stench from the strange old fat guy and a hint of must from Romans room. As Im attempting to recollect myself I sense the presence of another person in the room. Roman.

"goodmorning Taylor. How did the high treat you?" he doesn't give a fuck. And judging by the tone of his voice he's probably going to say or do something to rub in the fact that i made a mistake
"you know, your little incident last night caused quite a ruckus hm, after Ive given you a roof over your head, food in your system and clothes on your body, this is how you repay me! You will soon learn that idiotic and may i say animalistic actions such as what you pulled off last night, will NOT be tolerated. I mean, you really out did yourself! Ungrateful bitch. And to think that i was actually pleased with you the other night." as he talks his tone becomes stern and his voice gets lower, almost like a growl

"THE ROOF OVER MY HEAD IS RUN BY A PSYCHOTIC CONTROL FREAK, THE ONLY THING IN MY SYSTEM IS HEROIN AND THE CLOTHES ON MY BODY CAN HARDLY BE CLASSED AS CLOTHES" I snap at him, rightfully so. I mean who does this pig think he is? Im really trying to hold it together for Bill and the others but this mans ignorance makes it hard to stay focused.

He raises his arm above my head and sends the back of his hand into my face as hard as he can, i drop to the floor clutching my now red, tender cheek as i cower at Romans feet.

"fucking talk to your master like that again and i will end your pathetic little life. Do. You. Understand." It wasn't a question, more like a threat. And God i must be feeding into his sick twisted fantasies by sitting here, slumped on my
knees right at his feet, begging for my life.

"good. now go to your room and have a shower you reek of God knows what and you look disgusting." and with that i came to my feet and trailed down the long winding hallways before entering my room again.

I cant go on like this. I just cant. I want- no I need it to stop.

I soon learned that theres so much alcohol in this place that no one notices if a bottle of vodka or two goes missing. Ive never been hugely fond of drinking, but if it stops my head, if it stops the memory of Tom then... then i guess it might be worth a try.

I opened the screw on lid of the cheap Chekov vodka i would've preferred the expensive looking rum but I'm deciding to play my cards carefully I sniff the crystal clear liquid. Reeks, just like i remember. I purse my lips and put the heavy glass bottle to my mouth and tip my head back, after a good swig of it i srunch my face up in utter disgust and confusion as to how the other women chuck this back with big gummy smiles on their faces.

One swig became five and soon after i was chugging back the stuff like it was water. My body swayed back and forth like a pendulum and I was soon able to just about ignore the uncomfortable squirmy feeling in my stomach. My eyes darted around the room as if they had a mind of their own and soon enough I let myself enjoy being drunk.

I spotted an old radio sat on top of one of the many dark oak dressers, it was dusted over and had stains over the once white plastic. I tried turning it on and after pressing all the buttons in an attemt to get it working i threw it to the dark, grey carpeted floor expecting it to break, but to my surprise, a small crackling sound came out of the rusty speaker. I picked it back up again and fumbled around with the buttons untill i finally found the volume button.

I turned it up as loud as i could and began dancing around the free space like a child at a dance recital, I jumped on the bed as if i were at a trampoline park and i threw myself at the pole that was sort of left in the middle of the room, i assume this was one of Romans old rooms. I spun myself around the pole and let myself completely go, one minuite I was spinning and the next I was rolling on the floor.

I must've been making a lot of noise, as after a while of giggling to myself i could just about make out the sound of the heavy door opening and then closing. I turned to face the door, bottle in hand ready to smash it over Romans head.

But instead I was greeted with the smell of vanilla perfume and multiple shoes being thrown off.

Before i knew it I was jumping on the bed again but this time not on my own, i was holding hands with two girls who were both holding another girls hands. we were jumping in circles a bit like ring around the rosies.

I didn't recognise these women but all i knew is i felt an overwhelming sense of comfort being around them. Our giggles and screeches from almost falling off the bed paired with the up beat music from the old sounding radio made me feel so... at peace.

"IM CRIMSON WHATS YOURE NAMES?" i shouted
"IM STAR!" shouted a kind looking woman, she appeared to be a bit older than i was she had beautiful curly brown hair and bronze skin, her lips were full and she had pearly white teeth, her eyes had an innocent twinkle. Shes gorgeous.

"VIVE" shouted another woman, she sounded gentle, she had dead straight black hair and a sleek look about her, her skin was pale, like porcelain, she had pretty chartreuse eyes and a huge friendly smile.

"MY NAMES LOTTY" said the last woman, she had a curly blonde up-do and the most elegant emerald eyes, she had a subtle tan and natural blush on her cheeks with a sweet smile.

We passed around a bottle of wine between us and after a while of dancing and flipping our hair we passed out on the destroyed bed feeling safe in each-others presence.