One More Chance

Chapter 3

Dedicated to Zohia! She's my BBF

Chapter 3

The last time I left the Quest Modelling agency building, I was full of news, excited and surprised. This time, I am full of news, bad news, and shocked. She had found out. Natalie Schweitzer had found out.

And I've lost my career.

Natalie Schweitzer was not the type of woman to have a heart. And I'm fully aware that in three days time, everything will be printed out in black and white. And I would lose everything.

It happened two years ago, when I had lost a job for the back cover of Star Magazine. Another girl had taken that job, they had picked her over me. And I wasn't very pleased. All my life, they would pick me first. The girls, the boys the teachers and the bosses. But they had picked that red haired model, only two years older than me.

So I went out that night and partied. I ended up wasted and mad at that girl who had taken my spot. And guess who turns up. Miss Red Head herself. Of course she knew about how she beat me on that job, and she was aware of my humiliation. So she made it worse. I always thought of myself as part of the in-crowd and experienced, but that girl and her friends forced me. Not physically. Oh no, they laughed at me, calling me a scared saddo, and inexperienced. So I took it. I took the Class-A needle and plunged it into my arm. And I was not aware that I had made my life worse.

A few weeks later, I spent a lot of my time walking around West London, wearing rags and trying to look like the right person. The dealers came to me like I was any old customer, and every day I blew a large hole in my bank account. It was like a hand grenade, and I was the suicide bomber, killing myself and my dignity. And my money.

I lost track of everything, missing shoots and appointments. I could have guessed that someone would be on my case immediately, but I couldn't care less. I loved that feeling, the light headedness, and feeling as if I was walking on the clouds. My best friend Daisy was the one who helped me out. She came into my house just before the tip of the syringe touched my veins, and stopped me. Then she talked to me and took me to the rehab centre. I disappeared from my life for five months. And I never touched Heroin again.

I should have know. Someone would find out, give the papers my photo. But it was over two year ago! Why did they do it now!

I reached the bank and literally rushed in, clashing into a man. His lips pulled into a smirk.

"All right, darlin'?"

His accent was strongly Scottish. I ignored him and let myself into the bank. I pulled out the slip and sighed, before I scribbled £7,000. It was a lot of money. I was rich in general, but I was already in debt from buying drugs two years ago, and that £7,000 would mean...no I didn't want to think about it.

But I had to. I would be in debt. Natalie had shown me the contract, and I saw that if I was fired, I would have to pay back the company all the free photo shoots, clothes and everything. I would be broke, with nothing left. Nothing to keep my rent, my expensive taste in clothes...nothing.

It would not be enough to live in Central London.

With trembling hands, I filled out my bank details and paid it the money to Quest Models. Then I ran into the nearest pub, and used all my change to buy the strongest vodka shots.

I don't remember anything that happened after wards, except for thinking about how many calories those shots would have been.

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I wake up in the morning in the clothes I wore yesterday and with a banging headache. I realize that the headache is due to a hangover and check out my surroundings. I relax when I see my familiar bedroom, because one night stands are completely off limits or me.