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I hear the music blaring inside the small room with wooden floors and mirror walls. I don't know how long I've been here, but I remember the sun was there but now, all I can see from the small window is the stars shining telling me it is probably time to leave. I stoped the music from my phone which was connected to the speakers in the room, and put on my shoes and leather jacket and headed outside the door.

Once I stepped out, I was greeted by the cold Autumn breeze. The wind pressure was a little strong today. I felt my long hair fly out in different directions and I regret not tying it when I left the dance studio. I began walking alone at night feeling all the tension from before slip away. Dancing my stress off always worked with me. Once I get stressed, I dance till I don't feel anything. I dance until I am numb. And, to my relief, it work every single time. The streets are now dark and scary, I don't know what time it is exactly and I don't look as I probably would freak out if I did. If I found out it was late, I'll start imagining things in the streets, so I just keep walking while looking down. It is not a far walk, I'll be there in minutes. There's no need to panick. I was walking in a high speed, not stoping or looking at anything around me.

"Hey beautiful." The voice was deep and scary and full of lust. I stopped in my tracks debating wether I should continue walking or turn around. My common sense made me gulp and continue walking. Just as I was about to think I am safe, I felt a hand on my waist and in no time, I was pinned up against a brick wall. I looked at the person who was there and I saw a blonde boy with dark brown -almost black- eyes and tattoos covering every visible part of his body. "Now where do you ...

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...t complex, straight through the elevators. I waited for a couple of seconds before I heard the elevator ding indicating its arrival in the ground floor. I was breathing heavily and only relaxed when the elevator door closed and it began moving towards the 12th floor where our apartment is.

When the elevator stopped I walked in the corridor till I reached the door with the label '138' . I stood infront of the door for a moment, hesitating. If I entered, I don't know what I will see and if I didn't, well, I'll be sleeping in the streets. Sighing, I entered the key in the hole and unlocked the door.

I saw exactly what I was afraid of... he was laying on the couch unconscious, surrounded by empty bottles of champagne and other things I've never heard of. Or so I thought. Because the next thing I know, he was looking directly in my eyes, deep regret shown in his eyes.

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