Broken Trust

Chapter thirteen

Chapter 13:

Jessica’s pov:

(3 weeks later)

“Come on Jessica! We gotta go!” Angelina yells.

I quickly grab my purse, and then take a look in the mirror. I’m wearing a tight strapless dress; it’s black and stops right under my bum. I’m wearing the black heels Niall had gotten me. I have black smoky eye shadow with bright lip stick for my make-up. I’m wearing a red bracelet and a red choker necklace to match my lip stick. My hair is straightened and teased just right. 

I walk downstairs and see Angelina wearing almost the exact same thing, except different colors. Her dress is blue and her heels and choker are black. Her hair is teased like mine, but decently curled. She’s wearing blue eye shadow with pink lip gloss.

We get in her car and drive down the street to the club. I’ve been going to clubs a lot lately. Getting drunk. Getting high. Cutting whenever something sharp comes in sight. I sell half the drugs I get so I can make some money. I don’t have an appetite anymore. Even thinking about eating makes me gag. I was bulimic when I first got here, but now I just can’t eat. It just makes me sick.

“We’re here bitches!” Angelina yells while walking into the club. I immediately make my way to the bar and down 5 shots. After that, I feel pretty relaxed. I go to the dance floor and two hands grip my hips. Before I know what I know what I’m doing, my body is grinding against this mysterious man.

Louis pov:

“Lads we’ve been looking for her everywhere, can we please just go get a drink or something?”

“Maybe tomorrow Louis. Right now we need sleep. It’s nearly midnight,” Liam says.

We get out of the rental car, walked into the hotel, and went to our rooms. We were supposed to go to bed, but my friend Harry over here has different plans.

“LOUIS GET DRESSED! WE’RE GOING CLUBBING!” he yells.

I feel him step up behind me, sending chills through my body.

“And then after we get a few drinks and come back here, who knows what will happen between us,” he whispers in my ear before stepping out the door.

We walk down the street a long ways and pass a young girl who is crying and running out of the club right as we get to the entrance. Harry goes right on inside, but I turn around. The girl looked so familiar.

She keeps running though, which is amazing because those heels look very dangerous. The heels. They look exactly like the ones Niall got Jessica. 

Jessica.

This girl is Jessica. I found Jessica! What will the others say?

I get closer to her and flinch. I see bruises and cuts all over her exposed skin. She looks so much skinnier, so unhealthy.

“Jessica?” I ask.

“Who are you and what do you want!?” she yells. She looks so hurt, so small, so fragile…

"It's Louis. What happened Jessica? Why are you crying? And running away?"

"It's none of your business. Go back to your damn band."

"Jessica, what happened tonight?"

She looks down at the ground and started crying again, then she takes a deep breath and says, "I wa sat the club and some stuff happened. I got to go."

Then she left. I slowly turn around to tell Harry, but then I hear Jessica yell, "Please don't tell anyone you found me!" Then I hear her heels fade away down the street. I'm not gonna leave her alone though. I follow her down the rest the way of the street. She opens a door to an abandoned house, giving me just enough space to sli[p in behind her before the door shuts. She lights candles that are placed all aorund the house. She walks into what is suppose to be the kitchen area, gets a bottle of alcohol down and slid down the wall onto the floor. She gets on the floor and yelps, taking a drink immediately after.