Her Sister's Revenge - One Direction

Chapter 15: Bitch say what?!

Chapter 15 -Bitch say what?!

Waking up the next morning I could barely move. I groaned in pain rolling over only to roll right back, I think I fractured a god damn rib! For whatever reason, those bastards had to beat me up last night, thank the lord Brandon came though. Speaking of, I think he's still asleep on the couch.

I got up extremely slow reaching for my phone and checking the time; 9:58. Holy shit I slept for a while! Making my way out to the living room and I took baby steps still wincing every time I breath, or move. Seeing Brandon asleep on the couch was reassuring, at least I know he didn't leave me here.

Returning to the bedroom I grabbed my clothing that I faintly remember ripping off, and put them back on. Tugging my sweater over my head I made a stretch for my shoes and immediately regretted it. I felt a pain shoot through my side and I groaned standing back up. I guess I'm not tying my shoes to walk home.

Creeping out of the flat I made my way to my own with a lot of struggle. I stumbled inside and locked the door behind me; once in my room I collapsed on my bed in fatigue. After lying there for a good ten minutes I decided to get a shower.

Looking into the full length mirror I realized just how badly I was beaten up. I had indeed bruised my ribs in multiple places all on my stomach and back. Along with a few scrapes on my knees where my pants had ripped, I noticed more bruises on my arms and legs. There weren't many but enough to know I had gotten into a fight. I even had a bit of a scratch on my face, probably from hitting the sidewalk.

After my relaxing shower I got so much needed sleep even though I had slept for a while before. Setting my phone alarm for six that gave me time to get ready and head to Blackout, joy. Sleep couldn't come soon enough because I was out like a light within two minutes.

Grabbing a cab to Blackout I was dressed in tight jeans and a black v-neck. The things I do for this club I swear. I adjusted my red heels and took out a twenty for the cabbie. I've given up on getting change now so I let them keep it. Just then I received a text.

FREYA- Hi Elena, I'm really sorry but your fired.

WHAT?! No I can't be fired that is half my fucking income, I will literally die if don't have that job.

ME- No! Please don't fire me, what's your reasoning?

FREYA- We've been getting complaints about your lack of productive service, and you don;t smile at anyone, I'm sorry but what's done is done.

ME- Fine whatever.

I sighed and got out of the cab; giving the money to the guy I stepped into the club hoping to get a few more nights here, sadly. Walking up to the manager's office I knocked and took a breath. The burly man answered the door and a smile appeared on his face instantly.

“Elena, just the girl I wanted to see.” He clamped a hand on my shoulder and I winced, my injuries still hurting.

“Actually I have a question for you.” I said with a hopeful smile. “May I please have more shifts here? My other job just fired me for lack of smiling at stubborn business men.” he laughed and nodded.

“How about Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays added to your schedule along with your usual Mondays and Sundays?” I nodded vigorously.

“Thank you so much, will my hours be the same?” he nodded and I went to work.

A night filled with drunken men and catty girls was ahead of me and I really couldn't wait. Sarcasm intended.

Walking through the front door of my flat at 2:30 in the morning I was wiped. I headed straight for bed not paying much thought to the piece of paper lying on the counter. I don't give a fuck I will look at it tomorrow, or today just later on, however you want to put it.