Made For Me

Chapter 4

Lights flashing, music blaring, drinks are flowing.

Two days ago, I agreed I'd go to the 'hot' new nightclub as Jessica liked to call it.

The day after I moved into my accommodation I went shopping. Good thing father gave me a card that doesn't have an allowance on it, I can spend as much as I like which I never usually splurge so he trusts me with as much as I want.

This came in hand for buying high neck dresses. I bought a few for different occasions, clubbing, brunch, lectures and even just lounging around.

It didn't take me long to find the dress I am wearing tonight, it's a gold sparkly dress which is obviously high neck but has not back.

I paired it with high heels and put my hair in a low bun with two strands at the front curled, so the back of my neck was still a little bit covered in case any of the bruising started to show.

"Do you want a drink?" Jessica shouts over the booming music. It is packed in here; you can just about walk through.

I nod "double vodka coke please babes" I gave her a smile as we squeezed through to the bar. 

Jessica was wearing a low-cut green shimmering dress that just about covered her arse.

Her hair was curled but she clipped half of it back with a big grip, she looked like a movie star, and I wasn't the only one to think it.

She caused a commotion as we were queuing up, so the bouncer pushed everyone out the way and let us in he didn't even check our ID's and we are both 18 fresh faced uni students.

"Two double vodka cokes please" Jessica winks at the bartender who clearly thinks with his dick because when he brings the drinks the drinks over, he stares directly at her chest and without lifting his eyes he pushes them our direction and shouts "on the house".

We both walk away; and at the same time shout "dick". Jessica throws her head back and we both hysterically laugh.

It's a goodnight, were in the middle of the dance floor dancing with not a care in the world. we stay downstairs because the VIP section is occupied which Jessica is pissed about because she says that the best boys are up there.

Every time she says that I have to remind her I do have a boyfriend, even if I don't love him, I do have to keep the act up including in public.

"Yeah, but he's just a deploy, fake boyfriend to impress you dad. You can still have fun" she winks at me, and I push her arm playfully in return.

I told Jessica everything yesterday when she came back to my room to binge the vampire dairies again.

I felt comfortable telling her as she was my first friend I made, and we already are so close.

It also helped if my father ever made a surprise visit, she could make it more believable that I am loved up with carter than if she didn't know.

I did however leave put the part where he almost strangled me to death.

"I guess you're right, I can let my hair down a little" I think that was the drink talking, the barman had been giving us free drinks all night thanks to Jessica's DD's.

That fun thought was shattered when I collided with a cold hard body. To be specific, Carters body.

I didn't need to look up to know it was him, no one else's touch was as cold as his and I could smell his aftershave, Dior sauvage. Basic bastard.

"What the fuck are you doing here" his voice sends a shiver down my spine. Flash backs of his satanic eyes staring at me while he chocked me to near death sent my body into fight or flight mode.