$witchblade - sequel to $carecrow. A $crim fanfiction.

Chapter 3: I Hung Myself for A Persona

TW: drug use.

Victoria finishes later than me again, instead of getting a ride, I decided to take the bus home, which is a dangerous move for this neighbourhood. I didn't care, I have a carefree glow about me now that I've seen Scott.

I spent the bus ride planning out what I'm going to say to Victoria. I can't believe she hid from me that she was the one Scott dated. She was the one he cheated on me with. I only thought she knew him from dances.

Eventually I get back to her apartment. I walk over to my bag and stuff the tip that Scott gave me in it. Five hundred dollars was more than I've made in a few weeks. I sit on the couch, which is also my bed and let out a big exhausted sigh. Whenever Scott is around, the surprises just keep on happening. I look over to the side table next to me and pick up the photo frame laying face down. It was the note Scott wrote me. I've kept it all this time, I just haven't been able to look at it, but I knew that it would be easy to lose, so I framed it.

The door freaks open, it's Victoria, she looks happy to see me. I wasn't happy to see her, but I pretended I was.

"V, can you come sit for a minute?" I ask, tapping the cushion next to me.

"What's up? How did your private booking go?" She asks, bringing over a glass of water.

"About that, it was with Scott," I say,

"I heard from the other girls that you stayed with him past the timer, are you okay?" She asks sympathetically.

"Um, I'm fine, he didn't know it was me, but he told me something...about you,"

"About me?" She asks, looking shocked.

I could tell it was fake and I fucking hated it. She sometimes is like this to me, I just let her, I can't be bothered standing up for myself. That's what LA is, full of egotistical people, after a while, you just get used to it. But for some reason tonight, I wasn't having it.

"Why the fuck did you not tell me you were with him?" I ask,

"What's gotten into you tonight?" She asks,

"Scott told me, but you didn't, isn't it something we should have talked about when I started telling you about him?" I ask,

"Look, I didn't think it was that big of a thing plus all he did was fuck me over, like he did you,"

"So he let you get shot too?" I ask sarcastically,

"He used me, lied to me and cheated, plus he was on the drugs every fucking day, all he would do is sit on his ass and shoot up, making music that wouldn't get him anywhere," she says,

"Aren't you a judgemental bitch? He worked his ass off to get where he was-

"And what? Now he's given it all up because of what he did to you and he'll do it again, he doesn't care Tyla, why can't you see that?!" She snaps.

I calmly get up from the couch and grab my bag, I toss the photo frame in it and begin to walk out.

"Where are you going?" She asks,

"I've decided I'm gonna move out, you know make it on my own for a while," I say, opening the front door.

"Tyla wait can't we talk ab-

I shut the door on her. I'm not new to this, I know what to do when I have nowhere to sleep. Except I have the tip Scott gave me, so I should be able to afford a hotel room somewhere near the club. I walk out far enough so that she wouldn't chase me, she's too vain to, the rain might ruin her skin.