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Victoria clasped the warm tea in her cold hands, the apartment was always freezing in the morning and even the fur blanket draped around her shoulders didn't help. Although she had nothing planned during the day, when the artist ventured downstairs earlier to collect her mail, she was reminded by Scott that she promised to attend his 'gathering'. The only reason she was actually considering going, was that she was genuinely interested in what his apartment looked like, and if it matched his disgusting greasy attitude, she always pictured a large computer surrounded by rubbish and empty chip packets, possibly a dirty sofa bead aswell. Drumming her long nails against the mug thoughtfully, she was considering what she should do today, it had been along time since the artist had a day off.
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After a mediocre breakfast of toast and coffee, she called to see how Alex went with her interview. Although she had more money in the bank than Victoria, Alex had a family to feed, a family of cats that is anyway,
The phone rang only twice before Alex's loud accented voice was heard over the line.
"Been wonderin' when ya'd call" her voice was long and drawn out, a patronizing tone was evident.
"Yeah, yeah, I know, got home late" Victoria summarized. "get the job?"
Alex paused "well... I think sa', they are gonna let me know today, they said that I only had ta' know how ta' pour drinks 'nd I'll be right",
Victoria snorted "your gonna have to work on your skills, its a pretty high end club isn't it?"
"Yeah I'll be ai'ght , got someon' who said they're gonna look out fa' me, he's a nice bloke, ya'd like him" she mentioned,
Victoria knew what Alex was trying to do, "While I appreciate the scouting for men I never asked you to do, I'm fine by myself" she reminded her.
"Aye that's what I used ta' say before I met mark, I'm sure you'll..." A sudden beeping was heard over the line. "Ah thats probably tha' club, this discussion isn't ova', I'll ring ya later"
Victoria hesitated "okay, but no more man hunting"
Alex snickered "wha'ever ya want dear" after that she hung up and the apartment was once again silent.
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Victoria spent the rest of the day curled in her bed sketching on scraps of paper, the wall behind the artist's bed was covered in sketches, paintings, and every form of art imaginable. About three years ago when she first moved in, she made it a mission to fill the wall, surprisingly it was almost complete, but a few small spaces shone through the assorted bits of colored paper. A large canvas was the centering piece, a portrait done of Victoria and Alex standing next to each other in their military uniforms, the two women had short hair and their faces were covered in dirt, but smiling. It was Alex who painted it, some of the lines were wonky, and the background was dull, but despite the constant pestering from the bluenette to take it down and burn it, Victoria loved it and considered it to be one of her most treasured items, it was a memory of a better time.
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Awaking from her usual afternoon nap, Victoria looked at her phone, it read 8:15 in bright neon colours, the depressing thought of having to attend Scott's 'gathering' drained the energy out of her. Rolling out of bed and dragging several blankets with her, the artist lay on the floor contemplating what to do about the situation, figuring she had nothing better to do than to wash the growing pile of laundry in her bathroom, she decided to attend. Groaning loudly and with much effort she stood up and dragged her feet to the bathroom, where she brushed her hair out and dusted her face lightly with makeup. Pulling her limbs through her clothes proved to take effort aswell, and lacing her boots up seemed to take year to complete. Victoria wasn't sure why she felt so drained but hoped it went away quickly, she couldn't let Scott she her is this weakened state. Stuffing her phone into her jeans and grabbing her keys, she fumbled with the knob of the door before ripping it open. The walk to Scott's door felt more like a march into hell, and after only a handful of long shaky strides she considered turning back, but as the artist swiveled around on her heels to walk back, a large warm hand clasped around her arm. Victoria whipped around to see Scott's freckled smiling face 'shit', yep she definitely regretted her decision now.
As the two were walking back to Scott's apartment, he kept his grip firm around her arm, as if he could tell she was thinking about running away. A couple of times Victoria tried pulling her arm from his sweaty hands, but to no avail. His apartment was only a few paces away now, and she could hear the soft beats of some sort of techno music and a few people idling chattering. Scott let go of the Victoria's arm to push open the door with much force, it appears his door was more busted than hers. As soon as Scott moved to the side Victoria got a good look at his setup, the living room was the same size as hers, but most of the floor space was taken up by a very large ugly looking couch. a table was completely covered with various chips and drinks and his TV was set on a popular music channel. The walls were covered with various posters of video games and headshots of TV and video game characters. As Victoria walked further into the small room, she noticed the stares and whispering coming from many of the guests, making her instantly uncomfortable she retreated into the kitchen. To Victoria's relief only a couple of people, who too were deep in conversation to notice her, were in the room. She leaned against the counter and soon enough Scott walked in, "whats wrong Victoria not having a good time?" He asked standing uncomfortably close to the dark haired women.
Victoria hesitated "I just got here, I need a little time, and I can't help but notice the staring"
"Oh don't worry I'll explain it later" the redhead chuckled "have a drink, it'll help you relax". Scott pulled a bottle of a clear liquid out of the freezer and poured it into a Star Wars mug filled with ice, shoving the mug into Victoria's hands he smiled and walked out of the kitchen. She assumed it must have been vodka by the smell, and drinking straight vodka wasn't particularly pleasant. Pulling open the fridge she found and unopened juice box, puncturing it with her nail, she poured the contents into the mug and it fizzed slightly. Soon after he left another person entered, a woman who was much younger than her, with long black hair wearing an odd white suit and hat, and as if her appearance wasn't unique enough it wasn't long before Victoria noticed that this girl was staring intently at her. Victoria turned around but felt her skin crawl at knowing she still stared, she took her drink off the counter and retreated to the living room.
The artist thought it unusual Scott would be so passive about the matter, but it soon became clear even thinking exhausted her, downing the drink in several mouthfuls she put the empty mug on the counter and relaxed against the couch. It wasn't long before she felt the couch dip beside her, slowly looking up from her phone she peered at the person next to her through her curtain of dark hair. 'Of course it's Scott, of fucking course' she thought, the next moment however took her completely by surprise, a warm hand was felt on her waist, she almost screeched, no man was to touch her without her permission. Her eyes locked with Scott's, "what the shit do you think your doing" Victoria hissed as maliciously as possible.
Scott's beady eyes darted around the room to make sure no one heard her outburst "look, my friends were getting suspicious so I had to prove the I wasn't lying"
"lying about what" she almost screeched.
"About having a girlfriend, look if anyone asks, we've been together for a year" Scott's voice turned suggestive "and yes we're madly in love" he grinned and the grip on Victoria waist tightened.
The artists fists tightened in her lap, her nails digging into the flesh of her palm. Victoria turned her head down to look at the floor, gritting her teeth and holding back tears, 'of course I was taken advantage of, of course I was too stupid to see this was a trap' she thought bitterly, 'everyone here thinks I love this disgusting slimy man, that I sleep with him, that I wants to be here'. Seeing the crowd of people around the door, she ripped Scott's arm off her waist and assuming the configuration was the same as her own apartment she ran to what she thought was the bathroom. She slammed and locked the door behind her, falling against the door and sitting against it. After her watery eyes had adjusted to the dim light she saw that this was not in fact the bathroom, but the mans bedroom. A tear fell out of her eye but she wiped it away quickly, "no one can see me cry, especially not him" she hissed. Looking up at the wall adjacent to her, she saw a poster, of a half naked woman with hair, skin, a nose, and lips similar to hers. A bitter laugh escaped her lips, he was right she did look like her.
After she had calmed down and checked her face in the reflection of her phone, the artist stood up only to find her limbs heavy and her head light, "ah of course, I've been drugged" she growled lowly. she'd been drugged before, and estimated she had less than ten minutes before she passed out completely. Taking in deep breaths to calm herself down, she could feel the rage power her body. 'This twat wouldn't get away with it, i'm going to wreck his shit' Victoria mused, "I will make him pay" she growled. Walking upto the poster of the woman she tore it down violently before pulling open the door, she padded out to the living room to see the disgusting rat talking to a blonde woman, it sounded like reassurance. Some of the guests came up to her and asked if she was okay, it seemed Scott had the fucking nerve to tell people she had 'late morning sickness' explaining her sudden disappearance. Victoria could feel the hatred coming off herself like an aura, people moved out of the way, leading a path right to the bastard himself. She stood right infront of Scott, "there you are dear, I was getting worried" he laughed nervously looking around seeing if people would buy it, he again tried to make some form of physical contact, but Victoria sharply slapped away his arm. She didn't see his surprise, her face was downcast and the dark mass of hair fell around her like a curtain, she was breathing heavily. It was deadly silent, the artists nails cut into her hand and her mouth formed a snarl, "don't ever touch me again you sick shit!" Her head whipped up and she met Scott's eyes, her face twisted with rage. "You are fucked, and I would never EVER date you"
Scott begun to say something, but never got any words out. "YOU, YOU LIED TO THESE PEOPLE TO FULFIL YOUR OWN SHITTY FANTASY, YOU TRICKED ME, YOU DRUGGED ME, YOU WERE PROBABLY GOING TO RAPE ME" Victoria howled with rage, the words rebounding off every wall. "YOU STALKED ME, YOU WATCHED ME, YOU TOUCHED ME" Scott again reached out to touch her shoulder 'I'm so sor-" he was cut off, and moments later he fell to the ground. Victoria hit him square in the nose witch a closed fist and short swing. "you don't get it. I said, don't, fucking, touch ME" every word she spoke got progressively louder. she peered down at the pathetic mess on the ground, writhing and trying to stop the rushing of blood form his nose, he sounded like he was weeping. "You ever come near me, talk to me, or touch me again, and I will break every bone in your body" there was no reply "DO YOU UNDERSTAND" she shrieked at the body near her feet, a small gurgled yes was audible.
Her head pounded, the drugs were really taking effect, she had to get back home right now. Everyone was still silent, in shock, several people had their hands covering their mouth, speechless, except for the young girl with black hair who was quietly snickering. As she approached the mass they cleared a pathway for her to the door. She ripped open the door and marched down the hallway, her vision blurred as she reached her door, fumbling to put the key into the hole, she finally managed to shove it in and rip door open. She threw down her bag and crawled to her couch, moments later she blacked out.