Claire lives in the city she grew up in, London. She works hard,late hours that barely pays the rent for her little flat. Having no parents supporting her, no siblings, and no friends, she's on her own. Except her boyfriend John, who she's not even very fond of anymore, but to leave him means death. Having people pity her, especially famous people, isn't what she wants. Will she ever find a way out of her horrible life?


1. A Cry For Help

“Claire! Are you ready?!” John, my boyfriend, yelled at my from the sitting room.

“Just about!” I grabbed my purse and took one last look at myself in the mirror. My short brown hair was straightened and fell slightly pass my shoulders. I had put light makeup on to compliment my hazel eyes and full lips. My Rolling Stones t-shirt was tight and hugged my curves. My red pumps and black skinny jeans tied the outfit together. Satisfied, I put on my coat and scarf before joining John. “Ready!” I smiled at him and he stood from the brown love seat.

“Finally, Jesus.” He rolled his eyes and grabbed my hand, lacing his fingers with mine. His black hair complemented his bright blue eyes and his outfit showed his casual side. He wore a blue v-neck shirt, covered by a dark coat, and a dark blue pair of jeans.

“Who’s house are we going to anyway?” I looked over at him as we walked out of my tiny flat.

“ Mattie’s, from high school.” He replied as I locked the door.

“Right…” I muttered, trying to hide my irritation. He knows I never like Matt, especially after he tried to sleep with me when he got black out drunk.

“It’s fine, he’s changed since then.” He reassured me, obviously sensing my dislike for him. “Why are you wearing heels?” He looked me up and down before giving me a cold stare.

“It matched.” I quietly replied, not wanting to upset him.

“Next time don’t. You know I hate you in heels, you look like a tramp.” He rolled his eyes and got into his car. I chewed on the inside of my cheek before joining him inside the car. Great, I already upset him. We pulled up to Mattie’s flat about fifteen minutes later, since he lived deeper in London than I did. I followed John inside the smoky place, the music was blaring, and there was barely any room to walk.

“Johnny boy!” Mattie yelled over the booming music and rushed over to give him a ‘bro hug.’ I just stayed quiet and waited until they were done.

“Mattie! How you doing? The place looks great!” They chuckled and hugged again.

“I’m doing great! And thank you!” He smiled at him and looked down at me. “Claire! Look at you! You haven’t changed since high school!” He chuckled and tried to give me a hug, but I stepped back. Jon immediately shot me an angry glare, so I gave Mattie a quick side hug.

“Nice to see you again, Mattie.” I lied and he smiled at me.

“You too.” He looked me over before looking back at John. “Well, enjoy the party!” He smiled at John and winked at me before walking away.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” John angrily muttered and tightened his grip on my hand.

“Nothing!” I replied, hoping he would release me, but no luck.

“You’re mine, don’t forget that.” He whispered in my ear, making me shiver. “Lets go.” He yanked my arm as we walked into the kitchen.

“John! Aye man, want a hit?” John’s close friend, Scott, handed him a joint. John took a hit from it before handing it back to him.

“Thanks man!” John chuckled and playfully slapped his shoulder.

“You want a hit, Claire?” He offered the joint, but I shook my head. I don’t like smoking and I certainly wasn’t going to take some from Scott.

“No thanks, I’m good.” I gave him a polite smile before John yanked my arm again.

“Take some, he offered you it.” He spat at me, making Scott feel uncomfortable. I knew I should’ve listened to him, but I wasn’t going to smoke for his entertainment.

“No John, you know I don’t smoke.” I rubbed my aching arm and gave Scott another polite smile.

“If you don’t take what he offered you, there will be severe consequences, got it?” He whispered in my ear and glared at me.

“No, sorry Scott, I don’t want any.” I stubbornly replied and wiggled out of John’s death-grip. I walked over to the cooler to grab a drink, but John was quickly by my side.

“Here, I got it.” John leaned down and grabbed two beers. “Look, I’m sorry. It’s just when you do that it’s embarrassing.” He explained, but I just rolled my eyes.

“Sorry I don’t listen to every demanding thing you want.” The words spilled out of my mouth before I could control it. Fuck, what did I just say? Bid mistake. I watched a hint of anger flashed through John’s eyes and turned my back.

“I’m sorry.” He spoke through his teeth and took a deep breath. His face softened as he opened a can for me. I turned back to take it from him.

“It’s okay, I’m sorry.” I gave him a fake smile and took a sip from my can.

“You will be.” John muttered and walked off.


I opened my eyes, startled, and sat up. “Ow, fuck.” I winced as the pain quickly washed over me. Panicked, I frantically looked around, realizing where I was. I was still at Mattie’s, but I was in a bed, a thin, scratchy blanket covering my naked body. Fuck, what happened? I looked around the room once more, but found no one. I slowly, and carefully got up from the bed. The soreness between my legs made me want to scream in pain. I looked around and spotted my torn clothes on the ground. I whimpered as I slowly climbed into my tatter garments and picked up my shoes and purse. I limped out of the room, there were a few people passed out on the floor, but no sign of John. How the fuck was I supposed to get home? My body was throbbing by the time I got outside and sat on the curb. “Fuck.” I cried out as I realized it was a thirty minute walk to my house, and the bus. I couldn’t last that long with this soreness. I searched through my purse for my phone, but the only thing in it was a note.

‘Told you you’d be sorry, bitch.’

I felt a tear escape my eye as I read the note from my boyfriend. He stole my stuff, violently raped me, and left me stranded. I jumped when a huge thunder clap echoed in the sky. Great, it was going to fucking rain. I started to cry a little harder when the first few drops landed on my brunette hair. I can’t stay here, but I can barely walk. I tried to calm down and look at my surroundings, Mackey Lane was the street in front of me. “Sophia…” I whispered to myself when I read the street name. As if she still lives there, besides she wouldn’t help me if I was bleeding to death. But my aching body fought against my reasoning. I need help and that was the end of it. I wiped my wet face and ran towards the familiar flat, trying to ignore the pain. But as I ran it felt as though my body was being ripped apart from the seams. “Please, please, please….” I repeated to myself, praying she would let me in. Soaked, cold, and shaking, I knocked three times on the door. I hugged myself as I waited for a sound, but nothing. I decided to knock again, this time a little louder. The rain was pounding on the pavement, so it’s possible she didn’t hear it. Or she saw who it was and she decided to ignore it. “Please, answer the door.” I stood there, crying in the rain waiting for an answer that I would never get. I lingered a few moments before turning around, trying to hold back my sobs.

“Hello?” A small voice came from behind me. I turned to face her and her eyes went wide.

“H-hello…” I stuttered from the crying and shaking. “I-I’m s-sorry. I n-ne-need h-help.” I cried more when she just stared at me with a blank expression. “I-I’m hurt a-and I didn’t have a-any place to go to.” I wiped my face and she looked like she was going to say something.

“I-” She spoke, but before she could finish, I started to see stars. I lost my balance and fell. “Liam!! Liam help!!” I remembered her screaming for someone before everything went black. 

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