I ate my lunch. I decided I'd go and see Marshall today instead of tomorrow. Getting up of my bed, my ribs started to hurt, I rubbed my side and found my shoes. I slipped them on and a jacket, walked out the door and locked it.
I started my walk to Marshall's house. After twenty-five minutes I was outside Marshall's mansion. The gates opened for me and I walked through them, some of the guards I hadn't seen before. They must've been new. I now stood at Marshall's front door. I took a deep breath and knocked.
**Whitney's POV**
I was sitting on the couch, watching some crap TV show, but I wasn't really paying attention to it. Knock.. Knock, I jumped off the couch and ran to the door. I wonder who it is?I opened it. There stood Grace with a nervous smile on her face, "Grace!", I said, a big grin forming on my face. "Hi Whit", she said, smiling and pulling me into a hug. I hugged her back.
"What are you doing here?", "I came to see your dad and give some stuff back", Grace said, pulling out a bag. "No, no, they're for you", "Whit, it's to much, I don't deserve it", "Yes, you do", "No,I don't. Can I come inside?", Grace asked, she looked in pain. "Sure", I moved out of the way, Grace came in and went straight to the lounge. She sat on the couch, Grace let out a breath of relief.
Grace started to cough, she covered her mouth and pulled her hand away. It was covered in blood. "Are you alright?", "Yeah I'm fine. Where's your dad?", she asked. "Whit, who's here?", "There he is", I said.
Dad came into the lounge, "Grace!", dad said, he sounded surprised. "Hi Marshall", "What are you doing here?", "Hold on", Grace said, getting off the couch and going into the kitchen. I heard the tap turn on and then a minute later turn off. Grace came back into the room.
"Here Marshall", handing dad a bag. "What's this?", dad said, taking a look in the bag. He gave it back, "No, this is for you", "Marshall, I can't take stuff from you, especially expensive stuff like this!", "It's fine, it's not like it cost much to me", "But it costs a lot to me! You shouldn't even be buying stuff for me!".
"Whit, can you go to your room?", dad asked. Oh no, they're gonna fight. "Sure thing", I said, quicky walking out the lounge, up the stairs and into my room. I sat on my bed and put on my headphones. I played some random song off my iPod, I started to doodle on a spare piece of paper.
I was getting really bored. I hope dad isn't ruining stuff even more.
**Marshall's POV**
I waited for Whitney to walk out the room and upstairs.
"Look, I miss you", "If you really meant that, you'd stop cheating! I can't believe you were cheating on me with my best friend too!", "I know, I know". "You wanna know the worst thing? I fell for you and you just threw my heart in the trash, that's really shitty of you!", she screamed at me. "I know it's really shitty of me", "Who know what! I'm just gonna leave! You can keep your necklace and phone! Go get with Laura!", Grace shouted. Grace threw the bag on the couch.
She ran out the door and slammed it in my face. I opened it and ran after her, damn! This girl can run. Grace was now out the gate and running down the street. "Grace!", the only response I got was a middle finger. I sighed and gave up. I gloomily walked back inside and sat on the couch. There was only one thing that would make me feel better... Sex.
**Grace's POV**
I was limping down the road, my ribs were killing me. I stopped and held onto my side, I rubbed my ribs and walked back to the hotel. It felt like it took forever to get to the hotel.
I managed to get to my hotel room, before collapsing on the floor. I was literally in the door, my feet gave out. I just laid there, sobbing a bit. The fall hurt. I managed to drag myself across the floor enough to close the door and to my bed.I sat against my bed.
After a hour or so my ribs weren't sore. I got up off the floor and made my way to the bag I hid money in, I took a hundred dollar note and a handbag and walked out the door.
I went to a house, but it wasn't any house. It was a pot house. I opened the door, "Aiyyo", the main seller said, "Aiyo", I said, pulling him into a hug. "What can I do ya for?", "I want some weed and pills", "Sure, how much ya got?", "Hundred". I handed him the note and he gave me a bag of weed and another bag of pills. "Thanks", "Anytime, see ya ass again sometime", "Yeah. See ya". I said, shoving my stuff in my handbag and walking out the door.
I walked to a shop, I got some change. From the shop, I brought a lighter, filters and some papers. I rolled a smoke and lit it. I inhaled the smoke and breathed it out.
I walked back to the hotel, now I was slightly buzzed. I got to my room and threw the door open. I chucked my bag on the couch and got my phone. I started to play music,
Blow, my, buzz
Do what you want to just don't blow, my, buzz
And I'm gon' sit here and just roll, my, drugs
And if you talk I'm gonna fuck, you, up
Just don't say shit and we'll be cool
A minute later I heard knocking on the door, I walked up to the door. It was some hotel staff, "Miss, can you turn your music down or turn it off?", "Surree", I said, closing the door and going to my phone. I turned off my music and laid on my bed. I threw my legs in the air and pulled of my shoes.
I looked at the time it was 8:28 P.M, I yawned and stretched. I threw off my pants, jacket and top. Leaving me in my underwear, I snuggled into my duvet. I laid there thinking, I thought about how I have to get a new job and stuff about Trent. I fall asleep, lost in thoughts.
