Alexandra's attention was on something else at the party. Her gaze was unfocused mostly because she was high off coke and she really didn't want to be at this party. A gala for all of the up and coming models and talent at the agency she was with. She finally gained some clarity and made her way through the crowd and went to the bar for a glass of wine. Heath emerged from the other side of the room and sat beside Alexandra who was facing the crowd of people. Her mind was scrabbling from the high. He spoke in her ear as Alexandra slowly sipped her wine.
Heath: You don't look to bad tonight.
Alexandra turned around and sat her wine down, rubbing her nose.
Alexandra: Go fuck yourself.
She walked out if the gala and hailed a taxi. She stood out in a long silk evening gown in New York City 2011. She was a little smaller, her hair was long and jet black and obviously, she was developing a small coke habit. Even though she indulged in such a degrading habit and was in a loveless, abusive relationship, she had a little more clarity. Much needed sense to at least SURVIVE in New York. She began using drugs a couple of weeks after her first magazine cover and that was about 8 months ago. Heath, the graduated photography student and jackass was her boyfriend. Heath followed her and practically shoved her into the cab.
Heath: You're an asshole, you know?
Alexandra (To the cab driver): The W hotel please. (To him) Bite me you cunt. You didn't have to be here.
Alexandra sniffled.
Heath was about to punch her but the can driver looked at them through the rear view mirror. Alexandra wasn't scared of him. It'd been six months of abuse and heeling bruises covered up by body makeup and the excuse that "I fell on a shoot". Two years of dating and once Alexandra got her big break of being a model, Heath couldn't take it. If she was being paid to showcase her looks, he was going to try and ruin it or at least her self esteem. And even though Alexandra was holding a strong exterior, she was broken inside the first time he hit her. Their "spoken engagement" (she was asked but never got a ring) was a sham and living hotel room to hotel room, snorting coke and fighting each other was starting to get old. Alexandra was only 21 and being a 3, the coke and abuse would kill her by 24 if she was lucky. When they got to their hotel room, Heath walked in behind Alexandra screaming at her.
Heath: Why do you have to embarrass me? Why do you have to be such a bitch?
Alexandra (slipping out of her dress and quickly putting on some sweatpants): You come to my event, leave me then come back 20 minutes later with lipstick on your tux. Typical.
Alexandra was high not dumb.
Heath: This is your lipstick.
Alexandra: I'm wearing MAC. Whoever you was with was wearing some shit she stole from Rite Aid.
She rummaged through her unpacked bags and put on a sports bra and a Nike jacket. She left her gala dress on the floor.
Heath (Walking up to Alexandra): Stop fucking testing me, Alex.
He grabbed her arm and started shaking her. Alex used her free hand to slap Heath and when he recovered from being popped he pushed her into a lamp. Alexandra only had a small gash on her back but she was tired of falling victim to someone. She was too young to be trapped in a relationship that was mentally and physically destroying her every second she was in it. Even though she was high and a little buzzed, she tried to fight off Heath. He made his way over to her and she kicked him in his leg knocking him down.
Alexandra (Standing up): I'm definitely stopping. I'm tired of being your punching back because you couldn't make it in this world.
She kicked him.
