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-𝟏𝟓:𝟓𝟒𝐩𝐦- I took in a nervous deep breath, standing in front of a tall hotel, gold plated pillars out front. I hugged at my elbows, heading inside, the clouds outside becoming darker. I shot a glance at my dull phone, engraving the room number into my mind as I rang the elevator down. The distant smell of champagne lingering in the booth area, a small sigh leaving my parted lips.
I shuffled slowly into the cold elevator, pressing the fourth floor button before leaning back. The flickering light above shun on my tired body, a buzzing noise from the rails. The doors opened with a small ding, my eyes darting around the long hallway. The blue and white carpet below scraping across my boots, the sensation making me cringe slightly.
I bit at my torn cheek, knocking on the solid white door, immediate movement happening inside. Bills pale face soon came into view, peering down at me. I rolled my eyes as I entered, the view looking over the bright city.
"Couldn't stay away hm?" Bill taunted, following behind me.
"Well not really, I can't let Sophia get embarrassed like that." I scowled, sitting on a kitchen stool.
"Oh, I've got a surprise for you" he grinned.
His long fingers trailed across his shirt, pulling it up to reveal a fresh tattoo. My brows furrowed slightly, my name plastered across his bare chest.
"Are you insane?" I growled, watching a smile appear on his face.
"Don't you like it?" He pouted.
"no I don't." I frowned, rubbing my pulsing temples.
He let out a low snicker, coming towards the kitchen, his grey joggers sticking to his skinny legs. He lifted up a bottle of red wine, pulling at the cork.
"What do you want from me bill? I've got things to do." I sighed.
"To spend time with you" he hummed, pouring two glasses.
I shook my head, declining his poor offer. His face scrunched up, slamming his boney hands onto the counter.
"Why are you so ungrateful??" He groaned.
"Why?! Maybe because you killed my best friend?!" I yelled, my jaw clenching.
"She was annoying" he shrugged.
I bit my tongue, grabbing the glass of wine, throwing it over his exposed body. I jumped up from the warm seat, pushing past bill, wine dripping from his messy hair. I pulled at the door handle, it opening from the outside. My gaze set on a tatted man, his face covered in piercings.
"Finally you're here" bill cheered, wiping his wet face.
Bill grabbed my arm, pulling me away from the door as the strange man entered, holding a large black bag.
"Bring her over here" the man tutted, opening his bag.
I hit at bill, my nails digging into his arm.
"What are you doing?!" I screamed, being pushed onto the soft bed.
My eyes widened when the man pulled out a tattoo gun, holding an outline in his other hand. Bill pinned down my hands, using his knee to keep my torso down.
"Stop!" I panicked, squirming rapidly.
"Oh calm down, it's just a tattoo" bill huffed.
"No, get off of me bill!" I winced, yanking my sore wrists.
His lips curled up as he covered my mouth, the tattoo gun dragging through my lower stomach. I squinted my eyes in agony, the pain seeping into my ribs. I let out muffled screams under bills bitter hand, the ink burning my skin. My blurry gaze grew worse, a loose tear falling down my face, bill hovering above me proudly.
——————- My eyes shot open, the rain outside lashing against the windows opposite my sprawled out body. Bill shot a glance at me, sipping on a small glass of whiskey.
"It looks lovely" bill praised, pressing down onto my sore stomach.
I kicked him away, sitting up hesitantly. My mouth fell open as I looked into the wardrobe mirror, bill's name engraved into my red skin.
"What have you done?!" I screamed.
"We're matching now" he snickered, patting my knee.
"You are fucking crazy!" I tutted, getting up.
I pulled my jumper over the tattoo, snatching my bag from the counter before running towards the door. Bills sloppy footsteps followed after me, yanking at my sleeve. He held the side of my face, attempting to push his lips into mine. I quickly swerved him, pushing him away.
"Stop being a bitch." He muttered.
I slapped him harshly across the face, sprinting out of the dark room. My breathing became hitched as I ran towards the open elevator, his yells chasing after me. I repeatedly tapped the buttons, ignoring the pain in my lower abdomen.
I stumbled out of the elevator, pulling up my hood as I ran outside, the rain slashing off of my body. I fell up against my soaked car, yanking the door open before hopping inside. My bag fell onto the ground, cupping my face into my clammy hands. How am I supposed to hide that hideous tattoo? If Harris sees it he'll be devastated, he's the only other person that knows what happened in Germany. Bill is like an infection that just won't go away, no matter how hard I try. I just don't understand him, he could have anybody he wants so why keep on chasing after me? It's definitely not love, he's sick in the head.
I ran my fingers through my damp hair, starting the engine, enjoying the warm air that flew onto me. Loud thunder startled me, the purple strikes shooting through the heavy sky. I pushed up my dry lips, turning up the static radio as I began driving home.
-𝟐𝟎:𝟒𝟓𝐩𝐦- I scratched at my stomach, entering the warm hallway. Sophia rushed in, holding a cooking pan.
"Where have you been?!" She asked, her brows furrowed.
"It doesn't matter" I sighed, running upstairs.
I swung my bedroom door open, Harris sitting at the edge of my bed, rubbing his jaw. I avoided eye contact, the deafening silence bothering me.
"Tell me the truth" he whispered, his hands clenched together as he stared over at me..
