Written Mine on my Upper Thigh

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A/N: TW ⚠️ incase you havent noticed estelle kinda has a rough childhood so there will be mentions of abuse, drugs, ods and etc throughout the book and i will put a tw before each chapter but just incase i forgot just bewarned. 

 Estelle's pov:

It's 8pm and I just got home, I'd spent the day playing in the square so I was exhausted. I pull my shoes off and flop onto the couch, for some stupid reason, I decided to wear platforms today; they were HEAVY. I groan as my phone starts ringing, expecting it to be Christian I slide to answer without even glancing at the screen. 

"Hello?"

"Estelle, finally, I've been calling you all day," came the last voice I wanted to hear. 

"Hi mum, sorry I've been busy."

"Yea, well um, how are you doing? How is um, LA is it?"

"It's New York, but it's good. I'm doing well."

"good, good, I just wanted to check on you," for the first time in the nearly 6 months I've been here

"that's nice, how are you doing," 

"Not too good actually, we got put in government housing, gran couldn't pay the rent,"

"oh, um then where are her retirement allowance going?"

"I, um, anyways, last week she had an incident and the ambulance was called but um we can't pay for it,"

"shouldn't hers be covered?" 

"i don't know but it's 129 dollars, do you think you could send it over? I'll pay you next week,"

"Yea, um sure and it's alright mum, you dont need to pay me"

"thank you honey, bye"

Of course, she's asking for money again. I know that she's used gran's money on whatever she's doing these days and the ambulance was probably from an o.d. This happened often during my childhood so I'm not even surprised. I really wish gran would do something, but I know that she's scared of what mum might do. When she was younger gran could handle mum's freak outs and frequent insanity but now it's easier for her to just keep the peace. I would've taken gran with me but she insisted that nz was her home and she has no intention on leaving, she wouldn't get her passport renewed so there was nothing I could do. I've tried to get mum help multiple times but nothing's worked she's either run away or spiraled back into her old habits hours out of rebab.

Frustrated this is still going on I send her the money and then decided I'm going to go have some fun instead of wallow around the apartment. I trudge up to my room put some hype music on and then take a quick shower to get rid of the sweat. Half my clothes is on my bed because I haven't put them away yet so I search through that and when I come up fruitless I go to my closet to which I walk out with a black lace corset top and cinched skirt. After rushing my makeup which surprisingly doesn't look half bad I freshen up my blowout and chuck on a pair of black stilettos with a glittery red bottom and scramble out of the house with my shiny leather clutch. 

There's a private members only club a few blocks down that just opened recently, my dad's good mates with the owner and so I've had access since it opened but haven't actually been yet. It's underground and decently secluded so most people miss it even though it's on a pretty busy street. I walk down the steps and the doorman asks me for my ID which I happily give him although I am feeling the complete opposite right now, honestly I just need to get a few drinks and then I'll be on cloud nine. 

To have access to the club is a pretty tight process, you have to sign a multitude of NDAs and any photos posted from inside have to be approved by everyone in the photo and also the bar  however by entering you are allowing any photos of you taken by the bar itself to be posted unless you are in the private area. My dad said that a lot of his high profile friends people come here so I'm expecting it to be decently empty. The doorman smiles and hands my ID back to me and let's me inside. The vibe is a mix of high school rager and upper east side hotel bars which are two things I never thought would ever mix. Knowing how restricted this place is I'm surprised at the amount of people in here, I guess more higher profile people live here and are free on a random friday than I thought. I slide onto the stool and the bartender asks me what I want. I take a malibu sunrise on the rocks and just chill for a bit. The music is not too loud but loud enough to block out my thoughts. The actual bar area is lit with bright leds lining the ceiling and shelves but the rest of place is filled with fluorescent lights that move in satisfying patterns on the floor. I'm through about 3 drinks and lost in my thoughts when one of the bartenders interrupts them.