BRITNEY ASTONI’d seen her only once but it was more than enough to engrave every possible memory about her into my brain.Her sly and seductive smile, her hair tied up in a ponytail making me guess it was her signature hairstyle, her slender figure with long flawless legs she showed off in her mini skirt and pretty delicate fingers she wrapped around Travis as she kissed him a couple of days ago at the party.“Britney? There she is.”“Huh?” I was pulled out of my short trance, immediately returning my gaze to her. “Oh, right.”I couldn’t deny, the enthusiasm I once felt towards joining the club suddenly vanished from my body. But at the same time, I wasn’t willing to just leave like that. I wanted to know more about her and at the same time, knew I shouldn’t be getting myself involved with her.“Do you want me to introduce her to you?”“Um,” I pressed my lips together, hesitating for a while. “I-“I paused, giving her another quick glance. Almost immediately, a brief memory hit me, ha
BRITNEY ASTON My dad and I had always shared a rather peculiar relationship. From what I could remember, he and my mum had gotten their divorce years ago. I was twelve when it happened and the memory was still vivid in my mind- how they had endless fights for weeks and how my mum was always a wreck after every fight. How my dad resorted to drinking after every fight before eventually leaving the house, leaving me to a barely attentive mum. How it went on for months before they both realized a divorce was what they both needed. Being thirteen, I wasn’t sure on what exactly I was expecting from their divorce but i definitely wasn’t expecting to feel so alone after it happened. As life would have it, my dad moved out and my mum, became even worse than she already was. She was sad, always drunk and when she eventually got over it, became a completely different person. I got used to it rather quickly though. Got used to being myself while my mum roamed the country and eventually, the wo
BRITNEY ASTON Silence immediately fell between us, giving me more than enough time to realize the words I’d just uttered. Immediately, my hands flew to my mouth in a useless attempt to stop the words from coming out but the deed had been carried out already. I’d spilled the beans in the worst possible way ever. With slow breaths, I moved my hands from my mouth, my eyes slowly meeting my mum’s to see her reaction. In contrast to me, she remained frozen in her spot, her blinking eyelids doing all the movements. “What?” She finally spoke up, taking a staggered step backwards. “What did you just say?” There was no point denying it so with renewed confidence, I spoke up again. “Dad and I have been keeping in contact.” “What?” The denial must have finally left her body as her expression now changed into one of complete confusion. “What do you mean by that? You’ve been talking to- what?” “Yes mum,” I nodded. “He came over on my sixteenth birthday and said he wanted to talk. Then he ap
TRAVIS LEWIS Something was definitely up with Britney. Not like I was paying much attention to her anyways but she made it hard for me not to. Especially when she was seated on the couch in the living room, looking so glum and completely unlike herself. I’d spotted her the second I walked through the front door and much to my surprise, all I met was her furrowed brows and distant gaze. She seemed lost in thoughts but regardless, I was confident my presence would pull her out of whatever trance she was stuck in. But I was wrong. I stood right in front of her yet she felt so distant. It was as if she had built a wall around herself. Like I didn't even exist to her despite my attempts at getting her attention. She seemed totally lost in thoughts. Thoughts definitely not featuring me. A huff escaped my lips as I folded my arms, my gaze fixed on the slammed door to my room. Slamming the door was intentional- another attempt to get her attention and pull her out of her own little world
BRITNEY ASTON “Britney? Are you in?” I was seated on the floor, my knees pressed against my chest as I crouched. My head was hung low, my hair all over the place with few strands sticking to my face thanks to the tears that had rolled down my cheeks. I could feel my head hurt the same way it did whenever I’d cried. And just like anytime i cried, all I wanted to do was pull myself together, fall into my bed and sleep to escape my reality in the best possible way. But much to my surprise, a knock came on my door instead. My first guess was it being my mum and by instinct, I pretended to not hear it. But when the knock came one more time, followed by a softer call of my name, I immediately the voice didn’t belong to my mum. It was Travis. Immediately wiping my tear stained cheeks, I sat up, my gaze shifting towards the door to stare at it in confusion. What was he doing behind my door? What could he be doing behind my door? “Um- I brought you a glass of juice,” he replied like
BRITNEY ASTON I woke up the following morning to the sounds of my alarms blaring and I immediately knew I’d overslept. As quickly as I could, I dashed into the bathroom, took a quick bath, stepped out to get dressed and in no time was out of my room with the intention to head straight towards the door and leave the house. But apparently, life had other plans in store for me. The second I got down the stairs, I was welcomed by the smell of freshly made food. It was nothing much, the aroma signifying someone had just made toasts but at the same time, it managed to make my stomach rumble. “Finally, you’re downstairs.” All of a sudden, Travis appeared in front of the obviously from the kitchen with a table knife in his hand. He was dressed in a regular black tshirt and black jeans, his hair decent, eyes sparkling. Everything about him looked plain and regular but for some reason, I immediately felt a flip in my stomach. It was definitely the hunger. I was just hungry. “Hi,” i m
BRITNEY ASTON. 9:36pm. Friday, May 13th, 2022. An electric night at the club. You might be surprised I still remember the exact date and time. How could I not? It was the first time I felt that strong attraction towards someone in ages. Tall, fair skin, dirty blonde air, icy blue eyes that shone in the multicolored disco lights the club had to offer and well built body well decorated with tattoos- his body was no joke. The type to make you lust and immediately lose your senses. The type to make you do things you never imagined doing. The type that made a 19 year old innocent girl like me lose every last bit of innocence left in her. Clubs weren’t my favorite places to be. But when you received a request, okay not a request, an order, from your mum asking you to move out of your apartment in New York simply because she had gotten remarried and now wanted to live as a happy family, it definitely became a must go place. My mum and I never got along well resulting in me living the m
BRITNEY ASTON. “Ladies and gentlemen, we’re about to begin our descent. Please fasten your seatbelts and seatbaack as we prepare to land.” If there was one word to perfectly describe how I felt, it was going to be “Jet lagged”. The after effect of long flights with your whole body feeling pretty much fucked up. But rather unfortunately for me, I couldn’t completely put the blame on the plane. The several hours flight I’d just embarked on was barely enough to birth such strong nausea and jet lagged feeling in me- my new life was. Standing at the Heathrow international airport, my phone in one hand, barely tidied luggage in another, I wanted to throw up. For a second, i impatiently couldn’t wait for my mother to finally show up and drag me to her new house and my new life but few minutes later, I hoped she’d just take her time and show up several minutes later. At least, late enough for me to have pulled myself together. “Britney! Oh my goodness, Britney!” I could have cried as