"She's a good girl with a couple of bad habits."
Alaina Fox is nineteen years old. Her life is almost like a party. Alaina does different drugs as an escape from reality. What happens when she meets gang member Justin Bieber? Will he break her habi...
I went to my apartment. I'm so stupid. How could I just let someone take my virginity like that?
Yeah sure I had sex with my uncle but that was because he raped me.
Something about having sex with Justin made me fall for him even more. He seemed like he was really into me when he looked me in the eyes as we did it.
It's so crazy how I've never had an interest in someone before because I was so into doing drugs, but then Justin came along.
He was a huge mistake.
When I got home I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror and broke down.
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I opened up the bathroom cabinet and took a bar (Xanax). I drank it down with shots of tequila.
If it's one thing I know, you're never supposed to drink while taking a bar. But I took 3 bars with shots of tequila. After a while I started feeling droopy.
I walked to my couch careful not the fall. The world was in slow motion. I was so fucked up. I felt so much slower. I stumbled to the couch. And that's all I remember.
I blacked out. I couldn't feel anything...and I rather not feel anything at all.
When I woke up my hands were tied behind my back while I was on an old wooden chair. I felt so dead because not only did I have a hangover but the Xanax made me feel like complete shit. It was the next day, I was still in my clothes from yesterday.
The place I was at looked like an old warehouse. It was pretty dark inside.
"You're awake." A tall guy walked up to me.
He had blonde hair and dark eyes. His leather jacket and neck tattoo made him look intimidating.
"Where the hell am I?" I panicked looking around.
"My gangs place darling." He answered swiftly moving towards me.
"Gang? Well what the fuck am I doing here!?" I yelled at him.
"Your stupid ass boyfriend thought we were after him, little did he know we were after you." He twirled my hair a bit circling around me.
I jerked my head to the side so he would stop touching me.
"He's not my boyfriend." I corrected him.
"Oh yeah then what is he?" He said in a harsh tone.
"I-I don't know." I shook my head and looked down.
He lifted my chin back up and made me look at him.
"Well I don't give a fuck who he is to you. I've been watching from a distance for quite a while. He cares about you. So I'm gonna take that away from him." He said in a bitter tone.
