Broken Into New.

Chapter Eight

I got my clothes and began to get changed. When i was fully dressed and decent looking, I left the changing room. 

I walked down the seemingly endless hallways that led to the front office area. There was a new lady sitting at the desk and she smiled at me. Before i could get through the doors she shouted my name and i turned around and walked over to her desk.

"Here's your first paycheck Miss Ells" She said. I said " thank you!" and walked out of the building. The sun hit me so hard that it was paralyzing. I found shade at the side of the building and started opening the red envelope that had fancy handwriting. 

I stood in shock at the money amount that was printed on the check. Did I really make that much just at modeling? Five thousand two hundred and fifty-three? I guess i did. 

I began walking down the street in search of something interesting to do. I'm bored in my own life. I find myself thinking "this is boring." Life without trouble is weak and worthless. I don't feel like i should. I feel under entertained.

This is the life i dreamed about. A life with Alex; him and I loving each other for the rest of forever. I thought that would be enough, but then a person like Zoey comes into the equation and it makes me rethink everything.

I pass countless bars, clothing shops, hair salons, and everything else you could think of. I pass everything, but the answers that i'm in search of. 

I want to run. i want to find danger and live in it. I want to fear, but i also want to live. It's like i get high off of the rush that the chase brings. 

I look around and realize that i'm way past the hotel. I have awhile till I should be back at the hotel anyway. I have money now. I could go look at apartments. 

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"This is fully furnished and is a two bedroom. It has a beautiful view of the ocean and has reliable air conditioning." She says with her annoying voice that makes me want to shove a knife in my ears. She has beach blonde hair and looks like she was the whore that every  guy wanted when she was younger. Maybe not so much now, but i can defiantly tell she was the typical cool girl that was down for anything. 

I admire girls like her because it takes a lot to be someones doormat for whenever they want to satisfy their urges. Nothing more than boobs and ass. Often said "She's a slut,... Buttt have you seen those tits?" I don't feel bad for her. 

This apartment is nice and i will bring Alex back to see it. I really think this is the one. It's perfect for the two of us. 

My phone buzzes and stops her from continuing her horrid chatter. 

Alex - Where are you babe?

Me - I'll be at the hotel in 15 i swear :*

I pick up my purse and tell her i'll ask my boyfriend and get back to her. I close the door before she can say another word. I need to hear something beautiful. I plug my earbuds into my phone and then put them in my ears. I hit play and the music floods my brain.

  All I could do
It's all I could do
All I could do
It's it's it's all I could do


Take a look around I am not the usual
Music never stops like I'm in a fucking musical
I rap cause I don't never wanna work inside a cubicle
This music is
All I could do


Stoned to the bone thinking life is so beautiful
Sorry if you can't relate or if this is all new to you
Ten bad bitches at my party all doable
Took one to my room it was
All I could do

G- eazy makes my soul happy beyond what i could imagine. 

Before i know it i'm at the hotel. I swore i was only just at the apartment. Music makes time fly i guess. 

I giggle the key into the semi rusted lock and there he is. Laying on the bed sleeping in his own peaceful way. I wish i was that beautiful when i slept, but we all know it's not like that. 

I scan the room and that's when i notice the masked smell of smoke and skunk. There is some ash in the makeshift ash trey and there is one untouched blunt. I walk over to the bedside table and examine it. I harshly admire the art of rolling this masterpiece of a blunt. 

It's better than any i have ever rolled. I hold it lightly to my lips and contemplate lighting it. I search for the lighter, but have no success.  I then spot it slightly under the bed and grab it. I put the joint to my lips once again and light it. The smoke invades my throat with its tickling presence 

Before i know it i'm laying on the bed beside the still passed out Alex. Random thoughts aside i ponder love. What really is love? Is it just random or are we all in love for personal benefit? Maybe there is a love that i haven't felt. Life is a game and i'm just trying to win. 

I would miss him, but i could easily replace him with Zoey, or any other hot guy that i would find. My thoughts are now consumed with Zoey instead of the person that is laying beside me. Thoughts of my lips moving along with hers, my hands sliding down her back and eventually cupping her ass. These thoughts are enough to make me pick up the phone.

The phone rings for longer than i had hoped, but soon enough her voice purrs through the phone. "Heyo!" 

"Can i come over Zoey?"

"yeah, sure" 

I hung up and hurried out the door. To satisfy my ungodly needs and to possibly hurt the one i love most. 

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Authors note 

I'm sorry for the near month in between chapters, My life has been a small mess . So i am hoping to begin writing more frequently. 

-LV