A/N this gets dark and touches on issues such as drugs and rape so if you're triggered please do not read
Jade made her way out to the bar. The man that was waiting on her, Derek is a sleazy guy in his late 30s and time has not been kind to him. He smirked at her looking her up and down; she was his favourite, he always told her how much he loved her eyes. Jade new that her eyes were not actually his favourite asset of hers but was far too scared to point it out.
Jade greets him with a curt smile; she looks up at him from the ground briefly before letting her eyes return to the maroon and mustard flower pattern carpet. He wraps his arm around her waist and she closes her eyes; it always takes her back to that time.
She remembers it well. He took advantage of her. She thought she was tough; she thought no one would ever hurt her. He abused her trust among other things… He did it almost every day until she couldn't take it anymore; she had to go…
Somehow Jade found herself in New York. There she started sleeping rough; she met some girls who introduced her to Derek. Derek gave her a home and food; in return she worked for him. At least this way she was willing and she got something out of it unlike before.
It was her eighteenth birthday when he introduced her to drugs. He took her out and drove her to what seemed like a cliché make out spot in a teenage movie and they sat on the roof of his car. She was smoking a cigarette looking out at the view. Derek placed a hand on her thigh and as she looked up at him he was holding a small bag containing white powder.
From then on Jade was hooked. Drugs made her numb, they made her forget. She began to rely on them to get to sleep, get up in the morning and to get her though her 'work'. She was on a cocktail of drugs every single day.
Derek loved when Jade took drugs. She was so placid and dreamlike that he could do pretty much anything he wanted to her and she'd laugh or go along with it and Jade was his favourite girl. It made Jade feel ;in a twisted way special.
She licked her chapped lips, suddenly she became self-conscious. She was a wreck and she'd seen Tori. Tori that despite everything she had done to her in high school had stood by her and although Jade hated to admit it she would have given anything to be more like her. Jade reached a hand up and tried to brush it though her matted blonde hair suddenly very aware that her roots where an inch long. Upon inspecting her tights; she saw a selection of rips and ladders.
For the first time in years Jade cared about how she looked. She cared about how Tori saw her. For the first time in years she didn't feel so detached from her surroundings and her actions; she was looking at herself in a new light and hated the person she saw.
If only she had said something to Tori.