arabella; h.s

3; arabella

"Wild she was seen, but free is all she wanted."

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Arabella danced all night.

She swayed her hips to the music and relaxed, sipping on countless drinks. She was obviously drunk, but she would have never admitted it. She was stubborn and proud. 

She spent most of the night with Louis, twirling and messing with him playfully on the dancefloor, although after midnight the boy disappeared. 

He excused himself, he claimed he had to go to the bathroom. 

Arabella knew that was not the case, she knew he was probably hooking up with some lady double his age. 

And she didn't care. She took the opportunity to have quite a few dances with other men too. And she was enjoying it. The thrill of being alone, without somebody constantly checking on her. 

Louis knew it was probably the worst fucking idea to leave a 16 year old wild teenage girl by herself in an over 18 club, surrounded by grown men. 

But he was too caught up in the moment to notice. He indeed trusted her to handle the situation.

And that was worst mistake he could have ever done. 

It was around 1 am when the little girl decided to take a breath of fresh air. The air was becoming tarnished by the constant smoking and sweating of the several people around her, and before the alcohol could make her knees weaken even more she decided to exit the club. 

Outside of the building Arabella spotted tons of teenagers dressed in black, their hood on concealing their whole faces. They had different plastic packages in their hands containing cheap pills and powder, trying to sneak them into the private party. 

Scattered across the streets laid drunk and drugged people, laughing or throwing up. Sometimes both. 

She cringed and rested her back on the concrete wall, closing her eyes and breathing deeply.

Her mind wandered to unknown places, listening to the muffled beat coming from the club, she started humming a soft tone. 

She could barely stand, her head was slightly spinning, but she could handle alcohol pretty well. 

As she started walking back to the party, she heard a deep voice calling her name. 

"Look who we've got here, pretty little Arabella, is that really you?" the man snickered in a sly tone. 

Arabella almost too quickly recognized the voice, her breathing started to increase, she could feel her pulse racing. 

Although, she concealed it perfectly, as she always managed. 

She turned around, her eyes widening even if she knew what expected her. 

She was face to face with her real life nightmare. 

The man who destroyed her, who crushed her, who broke her in the most painful way possible. He did it shamelessly, effortlessly and wickedly. 

The man who tainted her, painted black her white petals, who created the monsters that haunt her every night.

She gulped, and boldly glared at the man. 

"What the fuck are you doing here?" She spat. 

"What? You're not happy to see me?" He teased with a wicked smirk.