memory fx

Chapter One

PROLOUGE 

"You look quite nice this evening," His hands snaked their way to my hips, kissing my neck directly on the purple and blue spot that was just beginning to fade. I hummed in response, finishing the minor details of my mask of make up, finally turning to him. 

"Where is it that we are going?" I finally asked, forcing a fraction of a smile. Sometimes Alex told me where we were going and sometimes he told me it was a surprise; Which is why I hate surprises, at least in my opinion, they weren't something that appealed to my liking. He shrugged as if he had no idea. 

"Couple of my buddies are meeting up at that new club that opened up on Broad Street," He tightened his grip on me.. Lovingly?? "Decided I would finally introduce you to the group." He looked me over, his gaze stopping at my black lacey shirt that hugged my waist and just barely showed my bra. I ignored his judgmental stare and broke from his grip, making an excuse to slip on a pair of heels. 

Maybe I would be allowed to go out without having to take off any piece of clothing that gave me an ounce of self confidence. (aka, attractiveness)

"That's great babe. I'm looking forward to it." I admitted with yet another forced smile. Forced like our relationship. Just keep a low profile, Liv and you'll be fine. 

"Just change your shirt baby. And we'll all be good to go." Alex smiled and walked out of our small bedroom apartment with his keys in his pocket and his cigarettes in hand. Of course, I had to change some part of me to make him happy. Or at least not "slutty". 

When we arrived the club, Alex gave me the "run down" of the night. 

"No talking to other men, you stay by my side the entire night, and if you need to use the bathroom or whatever you let me know first," He listed the rules on his fingers while I, shockingly enough, stayed silent. It was pathetic; His rules. I ended up breaking one of his pathetic rules once and he dragged me out of the club by my forearm and almost slammed me into some stranger's car. Luckily not the same club. Luckily I didn't die. Because if he killed me, he would most likely kill himself. It was something about me that he couldn't let go of. 

And as for my parents? I'll get to them. 

"Got it." I forced a smile and he kissed my mouth sloppily and made a grand entrance, the smell of cigarettes and alcohol stirring up an uneasy atmosphere in my chest. I took a seat by the bar table and asked the bartender for a whiskey, but Alex ended up buying me only two drinks for the entire night. 

Halfway through the night I could have sworn I was either falling asleep or Alex was drunk and starting his clingy-I-love-you-so-much-baby phase, but to be frank, I haven't seen him since we got in. I wouldn't be surprised if he left me here by myself, alone.

"Hey there." I heard a soft, feminine voice next to me. I looked up, my cheek in my palm at the woman with strawberry blond hair and icy blue eyes. "You okay?" 

I sighed deeply, not sure how to answer to that. I wasn't about to just tell a random girl that my boyfriend might have ditched me, possibly having sex somewhere in an alley, getting high, and abuses the hell out of me. So instead I smiled and nodded.

"I'm Lauren." She stuck out her hand and I shook it, her grip was smooth, a little sweaty. 

"Olivia. Nice to meet you." I released from her grip and she waved over a bartender.

"Oh no I can't, I have to drive." I declined her offer, if she even was buying me a drink.

"Shame. You came here alone?" She gestured towards my two empty glasses and probably assumed I just got out of a messy relationship.