London born Gigi Lastra is struggling to make ends meet let alone make it big in the music business and make a name for herself. Working two jobs to keep her life afloat and provide for her family she's haunted by her past. That's until she meets t...
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My phone continuously dials in my ear for a few minutes. Come on Bleu, pick up the sodding phone! I chant inside my head, dangling my bag in-between my teeth, pulling my coat up further onto my shoulders as I take a grip of my phone in my hand again.
The ringing continues as I set off down the street in a brisk walk. Wisps of hair that had fallen out of my bun blow in the chilly air, some damper whisky-smelling stands sticking to my forehead and sides of my face. I really need a shower, I smell like I've just taken a bath in liquor... thinking about it, I technically have. I roll my eyes as images of the American asshole and his pervy friend replay in my mind. The way his dark, icy eyes bored deep into mine and the way his sleeve of tattoos added more definition to his already ripped bicep and-
"Hello?" the rings go silent and Bleu answers, his voice gravelly and low.
"Bleu!" I practically shout down the phone.
"Oh Jesus Gigi, do you know what time it is?"
I pull the phone away from my ear and look at the time. 3:04 AM. Shit. I forgot that normal people don't run on the same fucked up sleep schedule I have.
"Shit. I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you up, but I missed your calls earlier because I was working, and you left a message saying to call you back, so I thought it was important and I better call you back just in case? Is everyone okay?"
I wrap my puffer closer around my body and shove one hand in a pocket.
"Oh, my bad babycakes I completely forgot you work late! I just called to let you know that I saw Jason going into your mums flat today when I was taking Zada down the park."
My breath gets stuck in the back of my throat and anxiety races down through my veins. I stop in the cold night and look up at the stars, using them as a distraction from completely freaking out.
"He was still there when I got back, and dad said there had been a lot of shouting and screaming whilst we were out. He also heard a lot of loud bumps and bangs; he thinks there was a lot of glass items being thrown too. My dad said it stopped suddenly but he couldn't hear if anyone left the flat or not. I didn't know what to do so I thought I'd call you."
He goes quiet and takes a deep breath.
"I went down a bit later to check on Luca and see if he wanted to have tea with Zada at dads but there was no reply when I knocked."
I curse under my breath watching the water vapour float off into the clear sky. I look down at my shoes and rub my temple. I don't know what to do. This isn't the first time something like this has happened and I know it won't be the last but the last time it happened it had been in the day or at the start of the night. Not at 3 in the morning after I've just had a face-off with some American prick. I want to go home get in the shower and get a few hours of quality sleep but as much as I don't want to see my mum right now, I know I need to check on her.
