Lost And Found

Part 1 (Lost)

"Jesus Christ Marc! You're such an asshole!"

He stops the car in the middle of a desert road. "Get out."

"What?!"

"Get out!"

"You're gonna leave me in the middle of nowhere?!"

"Get out of the car, Freya."

"You can't be serious!"

"You want to test me?!" He jumps out of the car and bolts to my side opening the door and forcing me out... "You're a worthless, useless piece of shit!" he pulls me out and pushes me to the dirt.

"You motherfucker!" I get up and start hitting him and he pushes me again.

He gets back in his car and starts to drive off. I stand up and start throwing rocks at the car until eventually I break a window. He hits the breaks and comes back in reverse. Stepping out of the car once again and hitting me on the face. I kneel down covering my bloody lip and cry as he speeds off and leaves me there stranded.

I was literally in the middle of nowhere, I wasn't from L.A. and I had no freaking idea where I was and my phone was at stupid 10% of battery! Oh, not to mention... no reception!! I start to walk the same direction where Marc left in his car and start to think about everything, thank God I'm not wearing heels... Stupid 21 years old and married to that piece of shit! What the hell was I thinking?

Either way... Hi, I'm Freya, and welcome to my crazy life. I'm 5'5'', 21 as I just mentioned, I have blue eyes kind of going to grey and I have really long curvy purple hair... yes, I said purple. I moved to L.A. when I was 18 with my soon to be ex husband, Marc. I was young and stupid and thought I was in love so I married him. He was nice at first but aren't they all? Marc is older than me by 6 years so he's 27. The reason he treats me like shit? He recently wanted kids and unfortunately I can't give him any. It was heartbreaking for me because I wanted kids one day, part of why I got a bit rebellious and dyed my hair. He wants to leave me because I can't give him any children... so much for love. My mom and dad didn't aprove of this so there's no way can go back to hear all the "I told you so."

What the hell am I gonna do?

I keep walking, tired, dehydrated, feeling like I was never gonna get out of here. Until finally I see houses... or more like mansions. Damn these rich people, they fucking piss me off. Better put my pride aside if I want to make it out of here. I walk to the first two and they deny any help... typical assholes. Next stops is the third house... third times' the chram, right?

I ring the bell and knock on the door. It sounded like they were having a party so I doubt they'll even hear someone knocking... I start walking away but just as I step back someone opens the door...

"Whoa." I say to myself. The guy was tall as hell! I look like a 10 year old next to him! Oh another thing, I love a tall man. Not as tall as him though, the guy's an Avatar! He had some sort of weird thing on his elbow, like he injured it or something.

"Can I help you?" He asks with such a sexy deep voice. Can I just kiss him and go off running?

"Oh, uh sorry... yeah. Do you think I could borrow your phone for a second? My battery died."

"Right. All these houses and you came to mine? What do you want? An autograph?"

"Um... no. Your house wasn't the first one I went to, it's just that your neighbors aren't generous. Kind of like you... And autograph? What movie were you in?"

"Movie?" he laughs. "You don't follow basketball, do you?"

"Ugh, a basketball player?" I protest. "Look, forget it. Sorry I bothered you."

"What happened to you? You look like you were kicked to the curb."

"Something like that."

"And your lip?"

"I-- it's kind of... personal."

"Right, sorry."

"I'll get you the phone." he gets out of the way so I can step inside. The house was HUGE! I mean, who needs this kind of space? "Want something to drink?"

"Yes!" I say desperately "Sorry... Yes, please."

"Beer?"

"Oh no, I don't drink. Water will be fine, thanks."

When he comes back he gives me his phone and a glass of water. Of course, I drink all the water first.

"Okay, when you're done you can just leave everything there."

"Okay... Hey! Do you mind if I wait here while someone picks me up? It's kind of hot outside."

"Sure." He walks back to his party while I make some calls...

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Blake's P.O.V.

It was late and the party was over. It's been hours since that girl came here and she still hasn't left.

"Bye Blake! Had fun, thank you."

"Yeah, thanks for coming." I close the door and stare at her.

"I'm sorry, I'll just-- I'll wait outside" she opens the front door and goes sit at the sidewalks step... I'm so tired and I want to go to sleep, but I can't just leave her there...

"Hey, come back inside. I can't let you stay out here."

"It's okay, I'll wait."

"If someone was coming, they would've already..."

She lightly nods. "My friend's on vacation, and obviously I can't go back home... Other than the fact that I don't know where the hell I am."

"Is the reason you can't go home the same reason to what happened to your face?" I ask but she doesn't answer, letting me know my assumption was true... "Shit" I whisper. "...I guess you can stay here for tonight."

"I can't... it's rude."

"Well you don't seem to have too many choices."

"I can't... But thank you."

"I have plenty of room, trust me."

"Oh I don't doubt it."

"I can't let a kid sleep on the streets."

"Kid? Boy, how old do you think I am?"

"I don't know, 18?"

"Pff! Do I look 18 to you?"

"Not really... maybe it was the hair." She just shakes her head. "It's getting cold. You sure you want to stay out here all night?"

"Just for tonight. Then I swear I'll get out of your hair." She stands up and starts walking to the house, passing by me... I'm starting to think this is a bad idea...

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Hey guys! So this is a new Blake fan fiction. Please let me know if you're interested so I can continue with it. So... please let me know what you think about it, thanks! :)

Oh! P.S.: Girl in the pic is Freya.