PART 3

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CHAPTER 3

 

amanda

 

He's forcing me to get 'therapuetic healing'. BULLSHIT. I'm not going.

 

 

elle

 

Spent the entire of my birthday yesterday just lounging. I would have prefered to be alone but Jake would not stop pestering me. Every part of the 33 hours I have been 25 he has been checking if I'm 'ok'. Fuck off.

 

jake

 

I feel as though I have angered her. I don't know what I have done but it must be pretty bad as I think I'm in the doghouse. She won't answer me when I talk to her and when she does, it's a sarky answer like the one she gave me just now. "I'm off to get my hair done. If that's ok with your royal fucking highness..More like highass'. 

elle

 

He looks hurt. Oh well. Who gives a shit.

 

 

amanda

 

I said I wasn't going to go but he guilt tripped me. Saying how the children need a stable mother. Which is true but I'm not telling him that.

 

 

sam

 

At least she's going. I am officially the enemy of the family. The one who she ignores and looks upon with such hatred. But I'm not making her do this because I want her to bur because she needs to. If not for herself then for our kiddiewinks.

 

 

 

alexis

 

Only a few hours to go till I'm 25. Time to live my life properly as YOLO. I'm staying in between men at the moment but I nearly have enough money to buy a flat of my own. Entertaining is expensive and I get paid a fair bit but it's not good being a brass and living with your clientele.I got my hair dyed ombre again but instead of blonde, this time I got a wine red at the bottom. My hair had grown in prison to my waist but split ends resulted in me having it cut to my shoulders. I look professional for a hoe. Time in prison with a druggie hair dresser/make up stylsist/personal shopper did me all sorts of favours!Time to get ready for the next client. His name is Ryan Goodech.

 

ryan

 

Time to remind that bitch of what will happen if she opens that big trap of hers.

 

 

 

amanda

 

Cannot even relax in the comfort of my own home. As usual someone is stopping by. Let's see who it is today shall we..

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