Illusion of my dreams

Make-up wearing dude

•Erika's POV•

I could hear Masao's thick voice echoeing trough the hall, his hand aggressively slamming on the counter out of pure laughter.

We've been in Russia for a few weeks now and I still haven't managed to adapt myself to this new environment.

I'm in denial.

I could hear Laure giggle together with the other girls, their glasses clinking together. Everyone seemed to love this apartment and the Jawbreakers but I wasn't so sure about these guys.

I know that they've known Bill for a long time but I'm still a bit insecure about the whole situation.

Not one of them has talked to me after the party in their livingroom, it feels like they forgot that I'm also here. I've been rotting in my bed for the past days, no food consumed, my hair and skin unwashed. Luckily Bill didn't drag me out of this room for a party or anything like that.

I wasn't planning on having fun here in Russia.

I hate this stupid apartment!

I squeezed my eyes shut, a throbbing headache taking over my brain. I groaned in annoyance whilst tossing and turning in my bed, the sheets entirely ruffled and dirty underneath me.

Bill hasn't talked to me ever since we arrived at the apartment and I'm starting to get worried about him.

I've heard about the conflict that occurred at the party with Georg and how he nearly got shot.

Bills alcohol problem is practically taking over at this point and no one seems to care. I mean, I care but all my love and care has left my body ever since Bill forced me into that plane.

I wasn't ment to go to fucking Russia!

I had a whole life to live and that man ruined it all.

I sighed, my mind crowded with draining thoughts.

In all of the sudden my door got ripped open, Bill standing in the doorframe.

I quickly pulled my sheets closer to me, I wasn't prepared to speak with him, not after what he did to me.

" Erika?"

He murmured whilst nearing my bed.

I didn't answer.

" please come downstairs. You have to eat."

He hissed.

I didn't reply.

" oh come on Erika, you've been up here all week."

" I don't care."

" well we care. We're going to a race tonight and if you're not coming I will look bad for the press."

Bill sighed.

Is that the only thing he cared about?

His reputation?!

" oh fuck off."

I snarled.

" I don't care if you don't want to go, we're going. I need to have a girl by my side."

He hissed as he kneeled down next to my bed, our gazes locking, my heart dropping.

" you look like a fucking corpse! Wash yourself, eat something and be ready for tonight."

I watched how Bill left the room, leaving his scent behind for me to inhale.

I could feel salty tears well up in the corners of my eyes. This wasn't how I planned my life to be. I quickly sat up straight, staring at the white wall infront of me.