Damaged

3.

It's about to be 3 in the morning and I was pushing my limit of being comfortable. Star was sloppy drunk along with the rest of her friends. And through the whole night I felt like I was being watched. Of course I was. Christian sucked this girls face off the whole time while watching me. Super fucking creepy. I have to admit I have only known him for about twelve hours and I'm jealous of that girl.
Maybe it's the fact that I'm fresh outta jail.
"Did I ever tell you how pretty you are?" Star asked throwing her body on me.

"No but thanks." I said holding her body up.

"I need to tell you something. But your gonna get mad..." she paused. Something seemed to be bother her. "I'm sorry I told the police about Jim. And the drugs. They just kept.." before she could finish I punched her in her mouth.

Jim was a junkie who couldn't afford his high. So I shot him. I thought he was dead but he ended up living. He kept quiet, he knew not to try me. Only me Black and Star knew bout it. Star only knew because she came in when we was cleaning up the blood. And this stupid bitch opened her mouth.

Not caring if I was wearing heels or not I started to stomp on her. Bitch knew what would happen if she betrayed me. And to think she was my best friend.

"You dumb bitch. I always told you to keep your fucking mouth shut."Grabbed her up and punched her face in. She cried and screamed the whole club got quiet. People were recording and my mind went black. I cannot believe I trusted that bitch. Just thinking about it I got even more pissed.
Blood covered my arms and face. Next thing I know I'm being dragged out the club kicking and screaming.

"I swear I feel like you wanna go back to jail."

"That bitch told the cops about Jim. She told them how I..." I shut my mouth. "Christian move out my way." I push past him finding my new car. I black BMW.

"Let me take you home. You seem upset."

"The GPS has the address right. Go find your girlfriend."

"I don't have a girlfriend." He said grabbing my arm.

"Don't care. Tell Black thanks for the stuff. I'll be in touch."

I hope in my car and drove off. I ended up at the fancy ass apartment building. Way nicer than the shit I lived in. I mean it wasn't nasty it just wasn't...

"Can I help you ma'am?" I looked up to see the door man standing in front of me.

"I'm trying to find my apartment."

He looked at me confused. "You don't know where you live?"

I chuckled. "Well not exactly. I just came home from a...a... trip and my friend had found me a new place while I was gone."

"Name please."

"Island Brewster." he typed away at the computer

"There we go. You live in loft 420"

I pray it's not flashy. I wasn't one for flashy things. Flashy things get you caught

"Is there a problem?"

"No problem can you tell me if a Christian..." Damn what's Blacks last name. "Harris lives here"

"Sorry miss we are not allowed..."

"Please he's the friend I was talking about... My special friend." I said lying through my teeth.

"Loft 422 right across from you."

"Thank you so much Lawrence." I said reading his name tag. He nodded at me and I walked towards the elevator.

It's around 4 now and I wasn't even tired. I wasn't used to this much open space.