Million Dollar Girl (MDM Spinoff)

Chapter 6

This is the second time I've had to write this as wattpad deleted my first copy just as I published it, so I'm tired and a bit annoyed so please be nice as this might not be one of my best ones.

The banner is of Danny and the song of this chapter is "trouble" by neon jungle.

Sorry for my rant everyone, I hope you enjoy!

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I sat down at the bar. I had managed to find a non-gang occupied club on the outskirts of Oxford. These are few and far between now a days.

If you've had to disguise yourself as much as I have, then you'd go anywhere just for a bit of sanity.

At least here I didn't need to worry about covering up my face, though I'll always wear a wig when I'm out just is case.

I was sick to death of being a blonde though, so today I was a redhead. Not one of those orange ginger coloured girl, what I had was a bright crimson, that was long and straight, and unlike my other looks, I quite liked this one.

I looked like a young Ariana Grande.

It had been the same nightmare again last night.

I think my brain likes to stretch it out as long as possible, by only giving me small parts of it every night.

I've felt this pain for 2 years, eight months and 7 days. I'm tormented in my dreams, and every waking moment.

Like this never ending torture.

I shook my head, trying to get the thoughts out of my head.

I looked around the club to try to distract myself.

Why was it always the same?

Young girls. Old men.

Classic.

The only exception to this was a girl on my right. She had her head bowed and slightly turned so I couldn't see her face.

I was immediately suspicious.

Is played that game for long enough.

I turned back to look at a man in his fifties sucking the face of a teenager against the wall. I shivered. I had been on that girls place plenty of times when baiting. The horrible thing was that she seemed to be enjoying it.

Slut.

"It's disgusting isn't it," I suddenly heard.

I looked to see who had spoken, and saw that it was the girl next to me.

"I know right. Is it just me-"

"Or is it that she's enjoying it," the girl finished.

"What a slut," I muttered.

"Set of slags the lot of them," the girl said smirking.

I suddenly caught eye of something on her neck. It was a grotesque mark, that made it look like she'd been strangled.

I immediately felt protective. I couldn't put my finger in it, but there was something so familiar about her.

"Who did that to you?" I asked, all humour gone from my voice.

Her hand shot up to her neck, and immediately her emotions seemed to turn off. Almost as if she was putting on a mask.

She looked straight ahead, but I managed to catch a glimpse of a tear that she clearly didn't want me to see.

"It's okay," I said softly. "I get it. How many times have I looked ten times worse than that because of a fight. Keep on smiling. Don't let them break you."

She looked at me, and for the first time that night, it looked like she actually trusted me.

"I look fucking shit," she muttered.

"And I look like a selfish, backstabbing, slut faced hoe bag but life goes on right," I said smirking at her.

(Quote form Mean girls!)

She laughed and smiled at me.

"You're alright," she said smiling, draining the last remains of her cranberry vodka. "What do they call you?"

"Kaia," I said without hesitation.

I had had lots of practice at this. I had an identity for every one of my disguises.

"Well Kaia," she said smiling, "it was great to meet you. No one has eve really understood what it's like," she said gesturing to her bruise. "Not even my family."

"I was able to talk to you in a way that I haven't been able to with anyone since..." She said trailing off.

I smiled understandingly.

"The pleasures all mine," I said.

She stood up to leave.

"I really hope we meet again," she said. "Here's my number," she said giving it to me.

I smiled as I watched her walk to the exit.

"Wait!" I yelled at her. "You never told me your name!"

It's Evie!" She yelled back.

I smiled. Evie.

It reminded me so much of a young girl I had once known. But this couldn't be the same Evie.

Could it?......

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Sorry that this chapter was really short, but the next is a dream, so it will be better :)

Opinion please,

Thanks for reading!

Emily xx