New York

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Alaska

"New York?" I'm shocked as Ashley drives through the city.

"Are you surprised?"

"No shit." I say and she hits my thigh playfully.

"Now we arrive at our hotel." She says parking. We get in and they give us keys to Room 93.

Again.

"What a coincidence, we always get Room 93. It's like our special room."

"You're right, it is special." She laughs.

"That's what you should name your EP." I say as we get inside.

"What?"

"Room 93." She stops for a moment.

"Your right. I should." She says closing the door. I turn around and kiss her before laying down on the bed.

"I have a lot of planning to do, you should go out and explore, but make sure to call me every once in awhile so I know you're okay." She says taking out her notebook and her phone.

"Okay, I'll be back at 3 then." I say kissing her before leaving.

Ashley

I paced back and forth as I called her phone for the hundredth time. She said she would be back at three. It's 9 o'clock. I was so worried. I was just about to leave the hotel to look for her again, until there's a knock on the door.

I open it to find a drunk Ali.

"Oops wrong room, sorryyyy." She slurs.

I grab her before she falls back and bring her inside.

"Oh hey you're my girlfriend. Hi girlfriend." She giggled.

"Where have you been? I have been worried sick for the past six hours and you come home like this? How did you even get alcohol? You're underage." I say frustrated.

"Actually, for your information girlfriend. I, am turning 19 in 3 months."

"Jesus fucking Christ, who got you drunk?" I say handing her a water bottle that she refused.

"I don't even remember, but he was really hot, wait I knew him, but he payed me money. Oooh wait check my purse I have money."

"Oh my god." I rub my face. "Payed you for what?"

"Sex." She giggled.

There was no way she would have accepted money. She must have been shit faced already because she wouldn't do this to me.

"Wait, you, he fucking paid you for sex?" I felt myself getting angry.

"I told him no, like, 7 times, because he hurt me in the past . Then he offered me money and I was like free money. It was horrible but heeeeey free money."

I felt my eyes watering at the fact that a guy took advantage of my drunk girlfriend and raped her.

"How much did he pay you Alaska?" I got up and looked for her purse.

"Now that I think about it, he never gave me the money. Dammit we have to find him, I need my money." She gets up and stumbles towards the door.

"Alaska you're not leaving." I say grabbing her.

"Get off I need my money. He has my money and I need it. He said he would give it to me." She started to cry.

"Alaska," I say breaking down. Tears fell violently out of my eyes. "Baby," my voice cracked.

"He never gave me my money. I told him no. He wouldn't leave me alone and I let him." She cried. She began blaming herself.

"Alaska stop, it's not your fault, you're drunk and he took advantage of that."

"No you don't understand girlfriend, I cheated on you with a guy who never gave me my money." She cried.

"Stop it Alaska, stop." I cried holding her in my arms. She cried into my chest, my shirt getting soaked.

"I'm a cheater, I'm a cheater." She repeated over and over again. I couldn't help but cry.

I then realized who it was.

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