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My gaze focused on the person behind me. Tears blurred my vision so I couldn't actually see the defined feautures of the person. I didn't need to though.

There's only one person that calls me 'Laurie'.

"Laurie, are you okay darling?"

I turned around to see if I was actually seeing this mess in front of me.

I was.

Her dress was the sluttiest thing in any shop. Bright pink and barely any material to cover anything. You'd think she'd have more self respect for herself than that. Our family never brought us up to be prostitues.

"What the fuck." I managed to say.

"Long time no see sissy." She smiled.

"Why are you acting like nothing's happened?"

"Laurie, can't we just forget that? It's been two years and a few months since I last saw you." She rolled her eyes.

"You really think I'm going to forget how you stole my boyfriend? How you abused me non stop and killed my baby? How you made me have anorexia for a year and ruined my whole social circle? And most importantly, robbed mum and dad and made me be quiet about it?" I shouted.

"Laurie, that was ages ago! I've changed! You've got another boyfriend now! Just forget about the past and live in the present!"

"No. You'll end up stealing Jack from me aswell!"

"Lauren, I've got my own husband. You've got your modelling career and you're famous now. I'd never do anything to you again." She shouted too.

"Aspen you've never even said sorry in a formal way!"

"No! I haven't! Sometimes I don't even think you deserve an apology. It wasn't my fault he chose me over you."

"You always ruin everything Aspen!"

"Sometimes I wonder why I even bother with you! You're still just the same bitch you've always been." She walked forward and rose her hand.

I flintched and tried to block her hand but it was too late.

The memories flowed back along side the pain. The pain I've dearly missed. My face tingled. I ran out of the bathroom as quick as my legs would take me. Tears streamed down my face, faster than they did earlier.

I bumped into a solid object. It was a tall dark figure.

No.

"Oh if it isn't my little Lilly bird."

That cold dark voice.

"Fancy seeing you here my little model."

This can't be happening.

"How's your new boyfriend and career going then?"

His hands grabbed my hands firmly. I tried to push away but his grip was so tight.

"Finally moved on from being a little prostitute?" He darkly laughed.

"Fuck off." I pushed away but his hands caught me in places they shouldn't.

"How would your little boyfriend like it if I brought you home with me?" He smirked.

"JACK! JACK HELP ME!" I cried.

His hand clamped over my mouth and an evil grin was evident on his face. The balls this man has is shocking. There's a full restaurant of people watching his abuse me in many ways; physically, verbally and sexually.

I heard many screams and a chair push backwards. The loudest scream was definitely Briyoni's. I closed my eyes getting ready to feel another burn to my body.

Instead, I heard a loud banging noise and the grip on my body lightened. There was a huge crash and I opened my eyes to see what had happened. On the floor, was Marcus. To the side was a clearly angry Jack. Over to the table we were sat at was Briyoni, stood up. Everyone else was panicked about what to do. The door creaked open behind me and that's when I felt her presence.

"Oh I swear to fucking god! Haven't you killed yourself yet?" Gee stood up and shouted to the slapper behind me. Gee ran over to Aspen but Conor held her back.

"Sweetheart, come here." Jack said quietly and held his hand out to me gently whilst Gee struggled at the side of me in Conor's arms. She was shouting curse words at the blonde bimbo.

I was frozen, looking at Jack dumbfounded, and silently crying to myself. I just didn't know what to do. Jack kept whispering to me like I was a scared jacks and gesturing for me to take his hand. Finally, I did and he speed walked out of the restaurant, ignoring any shouts coming from the staff. Jack carried on speed walking down the street.

"We're going to get you back to the hotel, so you're safe and then we can talk." Jack informed me.

Luckily, the hotel is only two streets away. We basically ran to the hotel and I cried the whole way.

When we got to our apartment, the first thing Jack did was lock the door. He really knows how to make me feel safe. He then closed the curtains and got out my pyjamas whilst I stood near the door wiping my eyes, silently sobbing. He was rushing around so much that he didn't even realise how dumbfounded I was. He dropped my pyjamas on the bed and came and wrapped his arms around me. I felt like I was wrapped in a big blanket or a massive onesie that is way too big for me. Jack's got muscly arms okay.

"Oh princess." He stroked my hair, "I need you to stop crying and get changed. Yeah? And then we can talk about it."

"Yeah." I barely said.

I got changed and got into bed. Jack took off his suit jacket. I settled down comfy in bed but then realised I can't sit like this. Being sick is one of my worst fears so sitting here with the taste in my mouth isn't going to help.

I got up and walked to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth not even thinking about anything. My head felt really heavy from crying. I didn't even dare look at my reflection.

I walked back to the bedroom where Jack sat with his head in his hands on the bed. He had buttoned down the first few buttons of his shirt and took off his tie.

"Jack."

He looked up straight away and gestured for me to sit on the bed with him. I did so.

"Laur we need to talk about it."

"I am going to."