I woke up the next day on the couch in the living room. I could only imagine what my hair and makeup looked like. I sat up slowly and got a head rush. I didn't remember changing my clothes. Drake walked in adjusting his tie.

"What time is it?" I asked, yawning. He turned around and looked at one of the mirror panels hanging on the wall, fixing his hair.

"Seven-thirty," He answered. "Did you have fun last night?" he proceeded. He turned around to look at me.

"Probably not as much as you," I retorted without thinking. I immediately thought twice after I had said it and he approached me quickly, grabbing me by the throat.

"What's that supposed to mean, baby?" he asked, gritting his teeth. I grabbed at his hands, trying to pry him off. He let go right as I seemed to get light-headed, in which he proceeded to back-hand me across the face. I cannot describe the amount of pain I felt just then. Like a thousand stinging pin pricks in my cheek. I fell to the floor and he kicked me.

He knelt to the ground beside me and whispered in my ear, "I think we should act like this never happened. If you tell anybody, I'll make sure you're dead before you can ever divorce me," I tried to pry myself off the ground on my forearms. He kicked me back down with the tip of his toe. "see you after work, baby," he said as he grabbed his briefcase and walked out the front door.

After coughing up some blood and pulling myself up off the floor, my phone started ringing. "Incoming call from Lily" the screen said. I picked up. Maybe I could use this information to my advantage in the future.

"Hello," I answered flatly.

"Hey, get ready! We need to go shopping. I'll be at your house in twenty," she said as she hung up. I groaned and threw my phone up on the couch.
I walked up to the bathroom slowly and turned on the shower as hot as it would go. I was used to all the scandal int he life of a socialite, it was normal. Then I thought about Gerard and the night we has last night. Just thinking about him made me feel safe and warm. I smiled to myself and walked over to the mirror, wiping off some of the steam to see my face. I had blood underneath my nostril and the whole side of my face was beet red and mildly bruised. Nothing MAC couldn't hide. It wasn't like this was the first time I had to hide a bruise. Drake had been hitting me about a year up until that point.

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After curling my hair and putting on a hot pink Versace strapless with a black mini cardigan and pink Vera Wang pumps, I met Lily own by the front door. She was wearing a black cocktail dress with black sunglasses. I put on my tortoise shell Michael Kors sunglasses and we headed into town in my white Range Rover.

The whole way to town, Lily didn't say anything about my face or my slightly swollen lip. I tried to cover it up as much as I could, but I know anyone could see it with the naked eye.

"Let's go to Starbucks first," I inclined. "I'm hungover." Lily smiled and I turned off into the parking lot.