Inner Voice
He pushed me against the brick wall with his hands on my thighs that were wrapped around his waist. We kissed fiercely with not any knowledge of the other person. We weren't even on first name basis. This was normal in clubs full of drunk people, but it wasn't normal for me.
What was I doing here? Oh yeah Gabriella talked me into this. She added something in my drink and pushed me into the arms of a sex hungry yet cute as hell boy who kissed me so hard with amazing amount of dominance that made me want him so bad. The only thing that made me stop was my hatred of men that take advantage of poor girls like me who were wasted out of their minds. Who knew I was out of it and would do anything he wanted because I was under the influence, luckily my inner voice pulled me out of my drunkenness.
I pushed him off me and walked away in huff trying to figure out where I was while my head spinner and my legs felt shaky.
"Gabriella?" I called out. I stopped walking and took in my surroundings. I was in an alley between an Italian restaurant and a club called Zoo. There was a ten out of ten chance that Gabriella was in there but before I could make my way into the establishment I heard a cry for help.
"Please! Somebody help me! Some-" Abruptly the screaming of a distressed women was muffled by something or someone. I decided to look around to see if I could help. She sounding as if she was in a dire situation. I saw across the street a woman and a man fighting. Well, more like he was beating her but she clawed at his face. I saw a gleaming of the blade and I knew he had a knife. If he stabbed her she would surely die. I pulled my phone out and called the police before I went over there to help just in case he stabbed me or her the police would still be on their way.
"This is the 911 emergency line please state your emergency," A cheerful yet business voice said as she had spoken these words too much for comfort.
"There's a woman and a man in a physical altercation across the street from Zoo nightclub in an alley on Bear street. Hurry he's got a knife!" I frantically whispered the last sentence.
Her voice turned urgent. "We're dispatching a unit right now to your location. What's your name ma'am?"
"Juliette Fontaine,"
"Okay Juliette don't try to stop the fight for risk of your own safety,"
"Okay. I won't," This was a lie. I wasn't just gonna watch this woman be beaten to death.
"Good just wait for the police to come,"
"Bye,"
"Bye,"
I hung up and put my phone back in my small black clutch and laid it against the wall. I looked back at the fighting two across the street. She had gotten away somehow and was now limping across the street. I noticed her ankle looked twisted. I ran to her as the man did the same. As our eyes locked she looked so grateful. "Please help me! He's trying to kill me!" She screamed. I nodded and grabbed her hands. The man chasing her caught up with us. He looked drunk and was wearing a white t-shirt and Levis. I kicked him right in the balls and as he yelled in pain I pushed him hard on the ground with all my strength. Thanks Mom for putting me in karate classes in primary school.
His eyes watered and I punched him right in the face. Blood poured from his nose and I pressed my heels on his chest increasing pressure with every word. "Don't hit women!" I ended the beating with a stomp on his already broken nose. He yelled in pain and reached for the knife that fell out of his hand when I kicked him in the nuts.
I grabbed it before he could and through it directly into the wall of the Ben and Jerry's on the other side of the street.
"Bitch!" He spat with a bloody mouth. The women's arms wrapped around me and she cried a sloppy thanks. "Thank you! Thank you so much! He tried to kill me!"
I hugged her back,"Your welcome. I couldn't let him hurt you," I didn't even know this women's name but I was talking to her as if she was my best friend.
That's when the sirens erupted. The cops were here. They asked the woman her name (Miranda Jeffrey) and the whole story behind her assault. They arrested the man and took Miranda down to the station for further questioning after the two of us exchanged numbers because she was determined to repay me.
I ran into the nightclub to get out of the chilly London air. It was super warm in there from all the body heat radiating off everyone. I spotted the long wavy black hair that belonged to my best friend.
"Gabriella Cortez!" I yelled super mad and she turned around drunk outta her mind.
"Hey Jules! How's life been?" She slurred while laughing. I rolled my eyes and dragged her out of there.
"Are we going to see the wizard, Juliette?" She asked with her eyes crossing.
I lower my eyelids and her drunken stupidity. As I pulled her into a cab she threw up violently in the street. I pulled her hair up and tied it with a ponytail holder in a bun. While shaking my head I told the driver the directions to my London house. I had my real one in France. My hometown.
My phone rang in my clutch and retrieved only after Gabriella could see who was calling.
"Oooo it's Calvin. He ruins everything," She made a disgusted face.
I laughed," Yet you have a whole closet full of his clothes."
"Thats different. He a wonderful designer, but he's always making you go to New York."
I answered the phone. "Hey Cal whats up?"
Calvin yelled some direction at someone in the background. "If you don't have that new collection of ties perfect in the next 12 hours one won't even be able to get a job at McDonalds when I'm done with you!" Then his voice turned cheerful as he addressed me,"Juliette, how's London?"
"Fine. I'd rather be at home in France, though. But Gabby's having a marvelous a great time. She's a drunk mess at the moment," I laughed and so did he.
"Glad to hear it. Well lets get to business. I'll need those sketches by tomorrow morning for the new women's pants suits, okay?"
"Yeah Cal, got 'em done last night,"
His happiness floated through the phone.
"Thank God! Someone I can trust to meet deadlines in this incorporation,"
We talked about the upcoming spring collections and fashion shows.
At twenty one years old I was really raking in the cash. My Mom is best friends will Calvin Klein ever since they met at Fashion week in Paris about forty years ago before I was born. I had grown up in ye fashion industry. My mother has her own wedding dress chain in Paris called Merveilleux and I've been sketching designs since I could hold a pencil. Calvin and my Mother just knew I would work at Calvin Klein Inc. someday. And wasn't just working at the Incorporation I was practically running it. I am head designer of everything we sell to females, runway shows, and photo shoots, but my priority is clothing lines and our season collections. Everything else is secondary and have other people to fill in for me when I have bigger things to do.
Calvin is my Godfather and thinks I'll waste my money on frivolous things so he only gives me half of my paycheck and the other goes into a separate account only for emergencies (jerk!).
When we reached my London home I told Calvin bye and dragged Gabriella into one of the guest rooms. She passed out as soon as bee body hit the bed. I laughed and dragged myself to my room. My heels clicked on the white marble floors and the sound awoke Chanler my pet Maltese. He was tiny as can be, for he was just a baby. His parents live with my mother in France where we both were born. He barked loudly and jumped on my king size mattress with a white comforter and a canopy. I smiled widely at him and rubbed his head.
"Hey Chanler my little petite bébé! La maman vous aime!" I spoke to him in my native language and he licked my face. I kicked off my heels, through on some pajamas and laid in my bed next to Chanler. He licked my face until I fell asleep.

I know its a Nathan Sykes fanfic and he's not in it yet but he will be in the next chapter. When I started writing this I had no idea it was gonna turn into a fanfic and I didn't want to completely change the beginning chapter because I really like it.