"In a world where I felt so small, I somehow felt insanely loved. I felt like people cared about me..."
when upcoming singer nessa barrett & formula 1 future world champion lando norris cross paths at the las vegas grand prix, tensions rise and feel...
I woke up the next morning, my entire phone was full of articles being sent to me, luckily I was awake before everyone else. I packed my bag, tears streaming down my face, I headed out of the apartment and booked the next Uber and flight to get me back to la.
I called trin and she agreed to let me stay with her, I was so upset but excited to be back with one of the only people I could trust. I was texting her the entire way back to the airport, she was going to stay up and get everything sorted for me so we could both nap when I finally arrive.
I couldn't bring myself to do anything but listen to sad music in my headphones and write songs, that's what I did & that is how I coped. Music was how I coped. I liked to think that everything I went through was an excuse to write more music to help others. Perhaps that isn't a good way to look at it but it definitely helped me.
I arrived at the airport and headed straight for my gate, I was running away from here and it felt perfect. Lusia would finally leave me alone if she had lando again, she got what she wanted and I need to be okay with that, in my eyes it doesn't matter what i wanted as long as she got what she wanted.
I boarded my flight and began to listen to music and write again...
After I had landed, trin gave me the biggest hug at the gates and took my bag, she even brought my old producer with her, knowing he'd cheer me up too. We headed back to her apartment.
A few hours had gone by and trin was sound asleep. I decided I needed to escape all of this and headed out to the bar furthest away from the apartment I could find, I booked an Uber just down the road so trin wouldn't hear, sneaked out of the door and headed in the Uber towards the club.
Upon arriving I could tell it was a very rich club, lots of rich men were entering and leaving, I decided to go in and explore.
Downing shot after shot, vodka after vodka, wine after wine I was starting to feel the effects of what I was drinking, it all hit me at once and I stumbled from the bar over to the stripper girls. They were gorgeous, I honestly knew I could do all of the moves and I was that drunk I'd probably be able to do them.
"Hey come here" some girl called out from the pole.
"Hey girl" I replied
"Look come with me, let's see what your made of" she cooed.
She took me out the back and got me into the cutest outfit before leading me out to the poles, all of the girls got off and stood away to watch me work my magic. I was nervous in a way but I was also that drunk it wouldn't actually bother me.
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I continued my dance whilst some guy was eyeing me up, I could tell he was interested and by how drunk I was, I felt like I was at that point where I'd stopped caring and the only thing I wanted was to let go. He began to walk over to me and start throwing money at me.
"Hey beautiful" the guy said "You wanna dance?" I questioned.
I began to lead him into the private room, he tucked the money into my bra and I began dancing all over him.
"So what's your name baby" I questioned. "Troy" he replied
I began grinding up against him whilst he undone my bra and pulled down my underwear, I turned around to straddle him as he took off his top and unbuttoned his pants. I began to grind on top of him before he picked me up and threw me against the wall, forcing hard thrusts into me.
"You're coming home with me" he whispered in my ear. With that after he had finished we got our clothes on and he lead me back to his car, blindfolding me he proceeded to put his foot full force onto the pedal. I let out a scream.
"What the fuck are you doing" I yelled
"You seemed like you liked it rough, now shut up bitch" he shouted back, handcuffing my hands together so I could no longer move my blindfold. He put his foot all the way down on the pedal again and began to drive off even faster this time.
I began to yell and scream again, at this point he'd had enough of me and unbuckled his seatbelt, told me to sit up so he could kiss me and began to repeatedly punch me in the face, I screamed for my life, but no one was there, I had no idea where we were and the only thing I could do was think about lando and the group back in Monaco and how much I wish I'd just stayed with them.
He must have punched me so hard that it knocked me clean unconscious because the next day I woke up, with my arms and legs chained to the metal bars of a bed. He took off my blindfold and began to apologise for everything he had done but he couldn't let me go until my face had healed as he didn't trust me not to go to the police.
I ended up realising that I had to basically do whatever this man wanted to get out, I knew it wasn't going to be easily and I actually believed that I would die here. I missed my family, I missed my friends, I missed lando.
