I gasped in shock as my suitcase with all my things was thrown carelessly from the window. I felt absolutely furious with that bastard now! How dare he throw me out after demanding that I went to the fucking shop to get some 'milk' for a cup of tea, and then throwing me out.

''This is so not fucking over, you little prick! Just you wait until you have to go out again; I will fucking kill you!'' I promised Nick furiously. How dare he just throw me out on the street like how he was.

He laughed carefree in response. ''Incase that wasn't clear enough for you, you're dumped!'' He shouted out, trying to impress his new, 'cool', friends of his at the stage show. He thought he was clever because he could act cool in front of them.

''That's funny; you have to be in a relationship with someone to dump them. Incase you didn't notice Nick; you meant nothing to me compared to how Rob meant to me!'' I shouted back at him furiously.

I ignored him then, and grabbed my suitcase; stomping out of the garden with no idea on where to go. I cried as I walked myself to the nearest hotel around the corner from our house, which was extortionate.

It was sixty pounds a night to stay there; something which I didn't know about. But I had to pay it because had nowhere else to go in London. My other family who lived in London lived on the other side of London, and I had no way to get to them besides the tube.

But then, how could I get there with no ticket and not much time before it really started to get dark. I put my stuff down in my hotel room and got changed into a ballerina-style dress after deciding that I needed to go out and consequently get drunk.

I understood that it wasn't the right decision to make, but right now; I didn't really care. I just needed to get drunk, and stop thinking about things. I was so mad with Nick, I could have actually hit him; so it was a good job that I left to get drunk when I did.

It was sleeveless, but was skinny-fit, with small, ballerina frills at the bottom of the small, black dress which made it look pretty. I checked to make sure that my hair was okay, straight and natural at the same time, and went out to get drunk after I had put my make-up on.

I went to the nearest bar around the corner and as soon as I was safely in there, I kept ordering more and more drinks, and shots together; feeling drunk by eight. I wanted to forget all about the pain that I was feeling right now.

And I had to admit that the more that I drunk, the more that I started to feel numb, and free from pain. Good, because that meant that soon I would be hammered and free of any such emotions. That's where I wanted to be right now.

''Excuse me, miss,'' I looked up at the bar man in shock after hearing his London accent, confused. Not that I really cared what he had to say; I wanted to be left in peace to drown my sorrows.

''You were ordered a free drink by the Gentleman sitting over there.'' He admitted, pointing down to the bar. I shook my head, feeling sure that he had got that wrong. Nobody would have wanted to buy me a drink what with the state that I was in.

''There must be a mistake.'' I replied sourly, shaking my head. The Barman shook his head, looking sure that he hadn't made

''No, no. No mistake…the Gentleman clearly said that this was to be given to you.'' He told me, handing me a glass of tonic water. I huffed in response, feeling angry with whoever's joke it was. Because obviously it was a fucking joke.

''Who the fucking hell do this Guy thinks he is?'' I demanded angrily, turning around at the bar and preparing myself to have a go at whoever had brought me something, non alcoholic too for a fucking laugh.

But instead…I bumped right into someone. A black suit. I frowned, knowing that he had definitely bumped into me, and looked up angrily; preparing myself to have a go at whoever this clumsy idiot who wasn't watching where he was going; the alcohol was clearly getting to me, after all.

I gasped in shock as soon as I looked up at the beautiful face; feeling my cheeks redden furiously in response to this Guy. He was still here, still the same as ever; and definitely more beautiful; no doubt about that.

It was Rob, my Rob.

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