Olivia's POV:

I slammed the door to my apartment, frustrated and annoyed. Why did Ashley have to arrive in my life again? I had just started to forgive myself when we waltzed back in. Ugh, I hated that man with every thing I had.

No, I wouldn't let that foul person control my thoughts again. Besides, why should I even care about what he thinks, or why he was there, I mean it wasn't like I had any feelings for him! Gah! Why was I even considering that option! Damn, these late nights were finally getting to me.

I popped the cork of the only alcohol I had in my fridge, champagne. I don't remember the last time I actually had champagne. Probably New Years or something, maybe last year when Lizzie and I hit the streets of New York.

Right on cue, my front door burst open and in matched my best friend. I gave her a stunned expression as she grabbed a champagne flute and poured herself a drink.

"Umm, nice to see you too? How'd you get in here? Did you buzz in?"

"You too babe, I have my ways, and no." She answered simply.

I shook my head as she plopped herself down on my island counter, "so what are we celebrating?"

I glanced down at the drink in my hands, "only thing I had I guess with a large amount."

"So today's a day to get drunk off your ass?"

"You read my mind," I said which caused us both to laugh.

After a couple minutes of us silently drinking, she spoke up, "so any reason as to why you feel like purging on alcohol?"

I sighed, "lets not go down that road yet, I'm not drink enough."

She laughed and nodded, "okay, I'll ask you in five minutes."


Ashley's POV:

That girl from the strip club was seriously bothering me. Which is usually not what I think after strip club.

I left after she threw a tantrum and refused me service. Like god, I don't know who the fuck you are, no need to throw a fit and act like a snobby bitch. Damn it's those girls that piss me off.

I arrived at the bus at around 4:30am, not tired at all, but had a headache, and not from the booze but from the goddamned stripper!

Fuck my life.

I threw myself on the couch in the back lounge, seeing as the guys were sprawled around the living area and the hallway of the bunks. They probably wouldn't wake until 10am, so I had time to think to myself.

I put my head in my heads, trying to desperately figure out what was going wit that strange girl. How did she know who I was? Was she a fan maybe? No that doesn't make sense, she hated me.

But damn if she wasn't attractive! That body, with those curves... And then her face was also quite beautiful, something I usually don't notice when it comes to the girls I fuck. And she was stuck in my head, I couldn't get her out of my mind. I wanted to know everything about her, what she was doing right now, what she looked like on the weekends. What she wanted to do other then stripping.

She was breaking me.

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I craved her. Her every fibre, her every thought. I wanted her to myself, but she wouldn't comply. So I took her by force, trapping her like a caged bird. And when she refused to be tamed, I snapped her neck. Killing her, and crushing me in the process.

Notes

So what do you guys think of the thing I put at the end usually? I quite like them but that's just me.

hope you liked the chappie!!
have an awesome day everyone!!!!