Blair -

I ran off to me and George’s room and threw myself down on the bed, crying loud and shaking violently. I knew I had to go, I knew he didn’t want any more of me. I heard him storm back into the bedroom and stare at me, his face red and his eyes tearing. “Get the fuck out of my hotel room, Blair! Now!” I gasped and cried harder, shaking even more violently now, unable to move. He grew angrier by the second. “Get out now, Blair!” When I didn’t move, he reached forward and very angrily and viciously grabbed my arm, pulling me up off the bed and pushing me hard, slamming me against the wall. “I said get out, Blair!” I stood there in front of him, struggling to look up into his eyes, shaking still and completely naked, too petrified to do anything. Suddenly, I felt a sharp burn on my cheek, then a cold, thick liquid flowing down my cheek. I gasped and teared up again, raising my eyes to meet George’s. He stared down at his bloody fingertips and sighed shakily. He had slapped me, so hard that I bled. I started to cry again and went to the small closet in the room, taking all my clothes and throwing them into my suitcases. I made sure nothing of mine was left in the room. I threw on a small, tight long sleeves red minidress and a pair of black heels, wiping the blood off my cheekbone and onto my sleeve. I glanced in the mirror and saw a gigantic, purple bruise forming right below my eye on my cheekbone. I felt George watching me angrily but sadly at the same time. I looked up into his eyes quickly, mumbling a small “I’m so sorry” before I grabbed my suitcases and walked out of the room, tears flowing fast down my cheeks. I never realized how much I loved George. I never even stopped to think about how much this would hurt him. I lusted over Paul, but I loved George. George would never take me back now, neither would Paul. And I didn’t blame that. George would find a great girl, for he was a great guy. I wiped my tears and quickly walked out of the hotel, not sure of what to do. I wasn’t from London, I was a country girl from Essex. London was new to me. I had no idea where to go, who to turn to. The only person I could think of was Lottie, and she didn’t want me within two feet of her. So I just started walking. I walked and walked until I was sure my feet were bleeding from the heels. It was starting to get dark, and I stopped walking when it became too dark to see anything anymore. I looked around, absolutely clueless to where I was. I barely had any money and nowhere to live. It looked like a terrible neighborhood, as I looked around and saw gangs of drunk men, women dressed in little clothing standing in street corners, and heard loud female screams in the distance. It smelled absolutely atrocious and was dirty. I saw a group of very sketchy looking men approach me, and I started to walk the other way quickly, but they walked faster and eventually caught up to me. One grabbed my shoulder very roughly, pulling me very hard, causing me to stumble back. He grabbed my butt quickly and hard, pulling me closer to him, backing me into an alley, the rest of the men following quickly behind us. “Hey you little whore, you want to get fucked tonight?” I looked at him with wide, innocent and clueless eyes as I felt him hand me twenty pounds and lift up my dress as he unzipped his pants quickly. “Oh baby, I can’t wait to feel you…” I squirmed and tried to get away, but he slammed my head against the brick wall, causing me to whimper loud. I shut my eyes, knowing what was about to happen as I tried to hand him the twenty pounds back, shaking my head. “I-I’m not a prostitute, s-sir…” I managed to whisper. He looked into my eyes for a moment and let go of me, still making sure I didn’t escape. “Oh no? Then what brings you here, sexy?” I looked down and chewed my lip. “My boyfriend just broke up with me. I have nowhere to go… I’m not from London. I don’t know where I am…” He smirked and looked me over, licking his lips, bringing a hand to his rough, dirty, unshaven face. “I know a place you can stay, baby. With me…” He grabbed me forcefully along with my suitcases and walked with me to a dirty, worn down brick building. I was lead up the stairs of the smoky, smelly building, and down a long hallway filled with rooms. Behind the doors of the rooms, I heard distant female screams and male yelling, people having sex, babies crying and slapping noises. I shook a bit as the man led me into his grimy, dirty room. There was another man in there, having sex on the dirty couch with a dark haired, rather pretty yet ugly, young, naked girl. I gasped and looked away quickly. There were empty liquor bottles and cans all over the apartment. It wreaked of sex, sweat and cigarettes. He took me to his bedroom and I looked at the small dresser next to his bed, finding various used needles, prescription bottles and what looked like cocaine. The man took of his jacket and my suspicions were confirmed as I looked at his bare arms, various purple and blue needle marks all up his arms. He smirked grossly and helped me take off my coat and he threw it onto the soiled floor as he looked me over disgustingly, leering at me as if he were a hungry animal. “Oh fuck baby, you’re stunning… Look at that body… I think I have a job for you..”