Deluded// Leonardo DiCaprio *FINISHED*

The alley - Rewrite

It was agony, the whole thing.

The finding out I was pregnant was agony. The realization that I had another man's embryo growing inside of me, a child that wasn't Leo's, it killed me.

The thoughts taking over my mind were agony. It took me weeks to figure out whether I would keep it or would, you know, abort it.

And having it done was complete agony. It hurt like hell. I can remember walking towards the building and hearing screams of pain from inside. I was shaking I was so scared. And of course the doctor gave me an anesthetic, but that did nothing. I could feel all the real pain of a fetus being ripped from my whom.

1 YEAR LATER

*leo's pov*

It was midnight, well it must have been. I was sat alone, in my apartment, getting drunk to drown out the thoughts. Whisky, Vodka, Pimms, you name it. I had it all, and I drank it all.

I remember when drinking was fun. When I'd get drunk for the hell of it, and have a damn good time out partying. I'd chat up girls, most probably sleep with them. Have my boys with me. Have no worries or troubles in the world.
But now... Now that's all changed.

It's been just over a year since I've seen Victoria. I searched the streets of L.A every night for 5 months. Then, I just gave up. I saw no point in it anymore. I mean, she probably has a new boyfriend now, (why wouldn't she, she's beautiful). A boyfriend who loves her, and cares for her. A boyfriend who doesn't sleep with other women or go out partying every night.

Most nights I have girls with me, to sleep with. They make the bad thoughts go away for an hour. I don't care about them. I feel nothing for them. They could be beautiful. These countless women, blonde, slim, what more could I want? All I want is Victoria.

I was on the verge of drunk, and I knew that just sitting in my living-room would slowly make me more and more depressed. I decided to get out of the house.
I grabbed a coat and the car keys and jogged down the drive towards the car. I got in, turned the key, and I was off. It was sort of nerve racking, I knew I wasn't in a state to be driving but my thoughts were driving me crazy. I needed to release the tension, somehow.

I pulled up on the side of the road. My vision was blurred, the alcohol was really starting to kick in now. I didn't quite know where I was. I could hear music, chattering, I knew I was in a busy place.

I got out the car, and waited for my fuzzy vision to clear. I didn't know what I wanted to achieve tonight, but I was sure as hell I wanted to achieve something fucking great. I looked down a dark alley, where I noticed many women sat up against the wall.

I stumbled down the alley, hitting both walls as I made my way. I didn't know what would happen down this alley, I didn't even know what these women were doing. But I was going to find out.

"Hello ladies," I slurred. As my eyes were adjusting to the light, I realized they were all scruffy, probably homeless. Their hair were a mess, as were their makeup. They wore minimal clothing and had croaky, harsh voices.
"Hello sir," one of them said, getting up and embracing me.
"Why, you're Leonardo DiCaprio!" Another said, taking off my coat.

*vic's pov*
"Is that Leonardo DiCaprio?" Melissa whispered to me.
I looked towards the light side of the alley. "Fuck." I said under my breath.
"Oh my god, let's go meet him!" She said, pulling me up off the ground. I reluctantly followed her, desperately trying to hide my face.
I couldn't let Leo see me like this. No way. I went from that beautiful, successful woman... To this.

*Leo's pov*
"Hello," I said, as two more women came towards me. I kissed one of them on the cheek. The other had her hood up, covering her face.
"Miss, I'm sure you're beautiful. Why don't you show me your face?" I asked. She stayed silent. "Miss, please." I said again. I could feel myself getting angry, and this time I knew I wouldn't be able to control it.

"Victoria just let him see your face." An older woman said.

"Yeah Vic, if he doesn't see your face he won't sleep with you. Then no money." Another whispered to her.
Then it kicked in.

"Victoria?" I said out loud.
I grabbed her hood and pulled it down to reveal her face.

*vic's pov*
My heart was pounding faster and faster. I had a lump in my throat. I felt as if I were about to cry. And as soon as he said my name, I felt like I was about to explode.
"Oh, sorry..." He mumbled, embarrassed. "I mistook you for someone else." He was obviously too drunk to even recognize me.

I thought this would be my only way out. I thought this was the only place I could go that Leo would never find me. I thought out of all the places Leonardo DiCaprio would go in his lifetime, I never considered a prostitutes' alley to be one of them.

I mean, it would be amazing to any other person if Leonardo DiCaprio turned up at their job, but to me, it killed. I just wanted it to be over.
I just have to hold my head high, do my job, act as if he is just another client. Any other normal client.

*Leo's pov*

She put her hand on my wrist, and led me down to the end of the alley. She opened a door to the left, and I could see nothing. This time I knew it wasn't because I was drunk, behind the door was pure darkness.

She never let go of my wrist as she took me down many twists and turns, it felt like we were in a mirror maze or something. Until finally, we must have arrived at our destination, because she sat me down on a chair.

As the light flickered on, I looked around to take in my surroundings. My vision was fuzzy again so I shook my head and it soon cleared.
This was a big room, with dark purple walls and black furniture and doors. I soon realized I was sat on the side of a double bed.
At the other end of the room sat a desk, and on that desk was an almost-empty bottle of vodka. I wondered if she drank that? More importantly, I wondered if she'd let me drink some?

I panicked as the thought of being alone in this room flashed through my mind. I looked around frantically, looking for the woman who had brought me here.
I let out a sigh of relief when I found her, leaning against the wall in the corner of the room, one leg bent up on the wall.

I examined her from her feet to her face. She wore black stilettos; black knee-high stockings with bows on either side; a short, black, pleated skirt; a black crop-top which is lace-up at the front; her hair was curled and her face was- what?

She wore a mask to hide her face. A real masquerade mask: black; incrusted with black and silver gems and diamonds; with a red string tying it to her face. This made me curious but not enough to actually ask why she wore it, so I decided to just roll with it.

A smile played on her red lips as he got up from the wall and walked seductively towards me. I bit my lip as I watched her, she was teasing me, the bitch. She just came towards me, sat in a straddle on my lap, and began passionately kissing my neck.

Thank you for 700 reads!
I really wanted to redo this chapter, I just wasn't feeling it.
Soo in the next chapter there can be... Sexy shit😂 or something else can happen to avoid any sexy shit. To be fair, she is a prostitute.
Anyway comment what you want to happen, I do write this book for you after all!
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