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Chapter Ten.

A/N

This might be the last update for two weeks or so as I have my mocks so my week will be taken up with revising, exams and sleeping. 

(However, I might upload if you're lucky!)

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Lot's of love, atastofchocolate/Megan Marie xoxo

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I left not long after the deal with Jessie.

A whirl wind of thoughts fly around my mind all night, preventing any kind of relaxation or sleep. My anxious mind constantly coming up with of what ifs?

If I'm going to this party, then I'm going to try my best to look unrecognisable.

Three am shopping probably isn't the best idea but I grab my laptop anyway and haul it onto my lap. Snuggling down into my feathered duvet and pillows, I begin the search for dresses I would never wear and a fancy-dress face mask to obscure my face.

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Jessie takes my hand as we enter the dome shaped building. Music booms throughout, rattling the silver and gold chandeliers. My heart begins to race and I squeeze his hand tight.

I've never felt so vulnerable.

Although the room is huge and daunting, the space it tight making it feel unnaturally tiny. 

I kick up the long skirt of my white and diamond covered dress with every step. Trying to not trip or embarrass myself for once. Then who knows, I might even have a nice time. 

Not daring to look up from the crystal clean dance floor, Jessie leads me to the other, calmer side of the room.

"You okay?" He mouths, no point in trying to speak over the thundering music. I just nod my head in reply. " I'm going to get us a drink. Stay here." He yells. 

His hand slips away from mine and my heart throbs with panic.

I'm constantly scanning the room. Looking for the person who makes my life hell.

If only I could spot her. Then I would know how to avoid her.

I notice glasses of water places on round tables, I take a sip of one, hoping no one will notice it's missing.

"Gotcha." A low and threatening voice whispers. His breath cold against my neck.

A tall, dark figure approaches, her face smug with delight.

"Well, hello, Tripper!" The tall, menacing guy lets go of my shoulder, backing away as Layla approaches. "It's lovely to see you."

My palms go clammy as I dart my eyes away from her gaze.

Layla's hair twisted into a bun with blood red rose pettles slotted between her curls. Her dress a midnight black, clingy tight to her curves.

Everyone knows that she's the most important person in the room. She could practically be a queen.

She slides her hand hand underneath my chin as she lifts my face up, forcing unwanted eye contact. I don't fight it, what's the point when she will win anyways?

She always wins.

"Tripper! You look stunning." Her massive grin shows off her snow-white teeth. "Don't you guys agree?" Her entourage begins to surround me. Trapping me in Layla's grip.

They all nod their heads. Smiles plastered on their faces as they wait for the entertainment. The main event.

"It would be such a shame if something where to happen to your gorgeous blonde hair! Especially all done up. I bet it took you ages!" My breathing increases with every word.

Layla glances around. As if she is asking people what they want to see. But everyone remains silent as the music continues to bounce off the walls.

Suddenly, Layla grips the clip of my hair, tugging it out and taking some strands of my golden locks with it.

"Is it true? You aren't naturally blonde?" I wince in pain. Going to reach for my throbbing head, Layla smacks my hand back. "Trying to look more British then you actually are?"

OO's and AHH's fill the space. It's true, my hair is dyed and it's true my dad originates from the Philippines but my mum is British and I was born In Britain. Doesn't that make me British?

"I think we should teach you a lesson about lying, Maddie. Don't you agree?" Her laugh rings in my ear as hard, muscly hands grip hold of my shoulder and shove me against the back wall.

Hearing the crunch of my bones as they start to shatter Is enough to make me gag.

Layla pins me against the wall as Eric raises his fists.

I should never have come.

I'm going to die.

I need to wake up.