Exits and Entrances
Chapter 1 In the disorder you are the peace sign.
“So is it this week that Nick’s coming?”Grace asked as I unwrapped the last plate and put it away.
“Yep” I smiled. Nick was my boyfriend we had been together for 2 years and when I told him I was moving he said he’d give us 2 weeks to settle in then come over and visit. Right on cue my phone rang, it was Nick.
“Grace can you collect Nick from the airport” I called tossing her my keys as I ran up the stairs to get ready.
I turned on my Ipod and danced around the house to Pierce The Veil they were my favourite band and one of the reasons that Grace and I chose to move to San Diego. I turned on the shower stripped down out of clothes I had been wearing and stepped in. I looked in the mirror opposite and traced the now fading scars on my thighs and stomach and the tattoos the covered some of them I hadn’t self harmed in a year and it was all because of Pierce the Veil, I had them to thank for my life.
I stepped out of the shower dried and straightened my short red hair, teased it slightly, I put on little strapless black dress and studded heels that I only wore on special occasions and did my make up.
“Lay, hurry up Nicks waiting” Grace called up the stairs.
I hurried down the stairs trying not to hurt myself or sprain my ankle.
I grabbed my black handbag placed a soft kiss on Nick’s pierced lips grabbed his hand and headed out the door.
We arrived at a club that was only about 10 minutes walk away from my apartment, they checked our Id’s and we went inside.
After a few drinks some clumsy blonde spilt her drink on my dress, I headed into the bathroom to get cleaned up, I touched up my make up and headed back out. I searched the crowd for Nick when I found him I was faced with something I never wanted to see, Nick was sucking face with some big boobed blonde.
“Fuck you Nick Roberts! We’re done, fuck off back to England” I spat as I slapped him around the face. I headed towards the bar and ordered myself a drink.
After a few hours I was beyond drunk. I stumbled out of the club and headed on my way home, I tripped, falling breaking my heels and ripping my dress, but I didn’t care.
I wandered up to my apartment put the key in the lock, I wiggled it but the door wouldn’t open, I turned around and slid down the door, I began banging my head against the door finding some form of happiness in the pain and hoping Grace may hear. The door opened behind me causing me to fall backwards.
“Oh, Let’s get you inside shall we” A beautiful brown eyes guy who seemed familiar smiled as he scooped me off the ground. I found comfort in the warmth of his chest, as I began to cry.
“Oh don’t cry sweetheart” He said as he placed me onto the couch grabbing the blanket on the back and covering me with it.
He held me until I stopped crying.
“Now get some sleep darling you need it” He smiled leaving me on the couch.
“Yep” I smiled. Nick was my boyfriend we had been together for 2 years and when I told him I was moving he said he’d give us 2 weeks to settle in then come over and visit. Right on cue my phone rang, it was Nick.
“Grace can you collect Nick from the airport” I called tossing her my keys as I ran up the stairs to get ready.
I turned on my Ipod and danced around the house to Pierce The Veil they were my favourite band and one of the reasons that Grace and I chose to move to San Diego. I turned on the shower stripped down out of clothes I had been wearing and stepped in. I looked in the mirror opposite and traced the now fading scars on my thighs and stomach and the tattoos the covered some of them I hadn’t self harmed in a year and it was all because of Pierce the Veil, I had them to thank for my life.
I stepped out of the shower dried and straightened my short red hair, teased it slightly, I put on little strapless black dress and studded heels that I only wore on special occasions and did my make up.
“Lay, hurry up Nicks waiting” Grace called up the stairs.
I hurried down the stairs trying not to hurt myself or sprain my ankle.
I grabbed my black handbag placed a soft kiss on Nick’s pierced lips grabbed his hand and headed out the door.
We arrived at a club that was only about 10 minutes walk away from my apartment, they checked our Id’s and we went inside.
After a few drinks some clumsy blonde spilt her drink on my dress, I headed into the bathroom to get cleaned up, I touched up my make up and headed back out. I searched the crowd for Nick when I found him I was faced with something I never wanted to see, Nick was sucking face with some big boobed blonde.
“Fuck you Nick Roberts! We’re done, fuck off back to England” I spat as I slapped him around the face. I headed towards the bar and ordered myself a drink.
After a few hours I was beyond drunk. I stumbled out of the club and headed on my way home, I tripped, falling breaking my heels and ripping my dress, but I didn’t care.
I wandered up to my apartment put the key in the lock, I wiggled it but the door wouldn’t open, I turned around and slid down the door, I began banging my head against the door finding some form of happiness in the pain and hoping Grace may hear. The door opened behind me causing me to fall backwards.
“Oh, Let’s get you inside shall we” A beautiful brown eyes guy who seemed familiar smiled as he scooped me off the ground. I found comfort in the warmth of his chest, as I began to cry.
“Oh don’t cry sweetheart” He said as he placed me onto the couch grabbing the blanket on the back and covering me with it.
He held me until I stopped crying.
“Now get some sleep darling you need it” He smiled leaving me on the couch.
Notes
♠ ♠ ♠ hello, a new story yay. So I have the whole of this and some of the sequel stored in my head :) now to get it on here, right. was previously on mibba almost finsihed there.Layla's Night out outfit
Layla's at home outfit
