Romance Fan Fiction ❯ Beautiful Misery ❯ Second Thoughts And Second Chances ( Chapter 2 )

When I got home that morning, like every other morning, I got sick. I was disgusted with myself, I was ashamed. I ran into my bathroom and threw up everything in my stomach and even stuff that wasn't there. I continued until all I could do is dry-heave. I hate myself. Why did I have to get into this business? I need to get out. The thoughts of suicide presented themselves again, but I them to the back of my mind. I put on MCR letting the beautifully chaotic music blast through the room and my thoughts. I quickly got into the shower trying to clean myself of the feeling of disgust, of shame, and of being truly filthy. I try for what seemed like forever and the water had gotten ice cold. I dried off and made sure to cover the mirror. I didn't want to see that thing looking back at me. Then I went to sleep with the soothing sound of MCR playing in my ears.

 

I woke up around 3:00 in the afternoon. I didn't sleep well. But then again I never do. I didn't want to get up but I needed to get up and get ready for the concert. It starts at 7:00 so I have about 3 hours to get ready. I did all of the needed things to get ready. When I got out of the shower I did my hair like this

And applied my white face make-up and did my eyes like this

And did my lips like this

And put on this outfit

By the time I was done getting ready it was 5:30. So I called my best friend Arwan Amore Haynesworth (aka Worthy Haines). She and I met through working together. At the time we both got into the business for the same reason, drugs. But we soon realize we couldn't live like this anymore and quit drugs altogether but RT had other plans when it came to quitting prostitution. He would never let his `top selling' girls go. I called her and let her know where I was going and asked her to, if RT called, to cover for me.

I arrived at the concert around 6:30 to make sure I got a great spot. I got a place right up next to the stage. I have got to admit the guys in the band where cute. Especially the short guitarist with the dark hair. Not to mention they were fan-fucking-tastic on stage. I've never had so much fun at a concert. I was very sad when it ended; I wish it could've lasted forever. But unfortunately all good things, such as this come to an end. After almost everyone was gone I hung around the back of the building. I don't know why, but I just felt like I should stay. And that's when RT appeared. He spotted me and started to run towards me, so I ran to the nearest door. I was so scared, who knew what he could do when he was truly angry? He wasn't more then 15 steps behind me. `How did he find me?' I ran down hall after hall searching for a way out or place to hide. But I tripped, and that was it. He caught me and grabbed hold of my hair. “What the fuck yo think yo doin' ho? Are yo tryin' to cheat me outta my fuckin' money bitch, outta my fuckin' business?” He screamed at me. “No RT I'm sorry! I'm not trying to cheat you outta anything. I'm sorry!” I said with tears in my eyes. He pulls me up by my hair and as soon as I was standing, I was back on the floor again from being slapped in the face. RT was slapping and punching me everywhere. I soon tasted blood. Then I heard foot steps further down the hall. I scream to alert them that we are here. They get faster. “What the fuck yo think yo doin yo stupid bitch? Yo think yo can scream? Did I fuckin say yo could scream?” I closed my eyes and he hit me hard across the face. Then I heard the sound of skin against skin and a thud coming from the opposite wall. The hits have stop coming. I slowly open my eyes to see the lead singer of MCR and the short guitarist standing with their backs to me facing RT, who was now on the floor. “Don't you lay a fucking finger on her you asshole!” said the guitarist. He was short just a little taller than me and I'm only 5'2”. He had very dark short hair, and he had his lip and nose pierced on opposite side. He was beautiful. “What kind of man hits a woman?” said the taller lead singer. He was a lot taller than you and he had shoulder length black hair that was extremely messy. He was very unusual looking but in a very good way. He looked unbelievably sweet. “That isn't a woman,” RT says, “That's my ho.”