After a week of tedious planning and late night with Sienna, the party was finally happening.

She had met up with me a day after I received the letter and said it was going to be at another gang's base at the bar room and I had agreed to it, jumping at the chance to go and see new places.

I was having a great time planning it all, but I could tell the others had different thoughts. Quinn and Xavier were always sceptical around her and gave her dirty looks, always warning me never to get too close to her, and whenever Francis would walk in with Sienna in the room, he would pull me out of the room or tell Sienna to leave which she usually didn't.

What Francis told me at the ball, I thought he might've over exaggerated so I promised to him and myself that after this party, I would cut my contact from her which he agreed too.

And now all the preparation was done, all we had to do is wait for night to see how it goes.

Sienna and I have organised to get the same dresses and hair so that we could match, look identical even. I admit that I may be going over the top, but this would probably be the last time that I properly talk to her because if it had to come down with ending my friendship with Sienna or getting into a fight with Francis, I would choose to leave Sienna.

Francis is my everything, I feel like I truly love him, and he feels the same about me. I even came to term with my true feelings for him so that I could stay like this, beside him. Everything felt perfect when I was around him.

"-entina? Val!" There was a shout across the room the snapped me out of my daze and when I turned away from the vanity, I came face to face with Tara as she snatched the makeup brush from me and started to clean up the mess I made.

"Sorry Tara, just a lot of things on my mind" I sigh, and she nods in agreement but remains silent.

We stay in comfortable silence and once she's done, I thank her and stand up so that I could see my full self in the mirror.

I was wearing a tight dark turquoise dress that went just above my knees and had a small slit down the side, matching Sienna's. I was practically going to run to the bar too see how the preparations were going but as I opened the door, I ran into a hard chest.

When I look up, I see a smug face and I smile at the look of him dressed up. His eyes trail up and down my body and finally he wraps his hands around my hips and pulls me into an embrace, resting his head the crook of my neck.

"You look beautiful, more so tonight." he says, and I wrap my arms around his neck, allowing him to kiss me and we hold that position for a while.

"Thanks, love." I say, breaking the kiss, making him frown. He crooks his arm, and I link mine through his, both of us walking out the door and going to the front, entering one of the first limos that was parked out front.

We arrived in a matter of minutes and as I stepped out, I could already hear the faint sound of booming music.

Party time.

We walk to the bar and instantly, there is loud music and colourful lights beaming everywhere. The crowd is bustling with life, and it makes adrenaline run through my veins. Francis and I walk to the bar, and he orders 4 shots of vodka which I nod to and turned to look at the floor.

I felt a hand slither around my waist, and I felt my body heat up, already knowing it was him. He leant over and whispered into my ear. "You did all this." he pointed out and I looked over the crowd. Everyone was smiling and having a good time because of what I did.

Nodding to myself, I smiled and chuckled quietly. "Thanks to you." I utter and rest my head on his shoulder.

There was a group of girls that approached me a short while after, and all had giddy but nervous expressions on all their faces. I gave them a reassuring smile which encouraged them to speak.

"Hi Ms Valentina, we're just so glad that you hosted the awesome party, and we want you to be in the centre of it all with us, and she pointed to the opening of dancing and grinding on the dance floor.

I admit I was a little nervous, still not used to being used to the spotlight but Francis encouraged me, so I pushed myself off the bar bench but not before chugging a shot of vodka, pecking Francis on the lips, and then following the girls onto the dance floor.

The vodka was making me more sensitive to my surroundings but thankfully the room wasn't full enough, so I wasn't touch everyone's sweaty bodies.

Taking a moment to feel the music I started moved my hips and twirling myself around. I could feel myself being swallowed by the rhythm of the music and I smiled to myself as I closed my eyes and danced completely.

When I opened my eyes again, I could see all the girls in the crowd cheering making me feel a little nervous, but at second glance I could see that all the men in the room was avoiding looking my way, guilty looks on their eyes.

I wonder who the cause of this could be- I snicker to myself and look up at the bar to see that Francis is staring at me and only me. His eyes bore into my soul, and I do the same to him. Smiling to myself, I start to move around more, wanting to tease him.

Swaying my waist to the rhythm, I grinned solely to myself, feeling more adrenaline thriving in my veins and could feel the banging music taking me hostage.

Losing myself in the crowd, I don't know how long I spent on the dance floor but as soon as I touch my head, I pulled back as I feel beads of sweat sliding down my head and decide that I should go back to Francis at the bar.

I went to say thank you to the girls who brought me here, but when I caught sight of them, I saw them huddled in a corner counting bills of money, devious smiles plastered on all their faces, but once they saw me in the corner of their eyes, they turned to scowls and ran away before I could question them.

Deciding to ignore them, I went to the bar and when I looked down the bench top, I saw my love was nowhere to be seen.

Asking the bar tender for another shot of vodka, I also asked where Francis went, and he said someone came and offered him a drink then dragged him away by a lady.

Strange, I didn't take Francis as that type of person.

Looking around the place was going to be hard, but what I gathered was he probably wasn't going to be in this room anymore. As I walked out of the room, my muscles that had tensed were loosened, I guess a change of scenery is what I needed.

The halls were quiet and deserted so I guess it wasn't going to be hard to find him.

Walking down the hallways, I got overwhelmingly nervous. It was quiet and all I could hear was my footsteps echoing around the passages and my increasing faster heartbeat. And just like that I snapped out of my mind, interrupted by a different sound. Thumping.

I strained my ears to listen where it was and quickly followed the sound. I practically ran down the hallways, feeling like something was wrong and when I arrived at the door, I could feel my heart sink automatically. A different sound. Groaning.

My hand shook as I reached for the door handle.

Why do I think its him? It could be anybody. I tried to reassure myself, but my gut knew something was behind the doors. When I opened it, it felt like my whole world stopped.

He was with her.

They were on a bed. Kissing, making out, getting ready to hook up. Not even noticing that I was standing right there.

Francis was on the bed with that whore of a 'friend'. That he claimed to hate, that he claimed to retaliate. But there he was kissing her passionately as if she was the only one, he loved. As if Sienna was the only one for him.

She was on top of him with no shame, hands all over his chest and she hurriedly tried to rip of his shirt off and a hand of his glided to her ass harshly, his other holding her cheek tenderly as he pushed himself onto her and I had to bite down on my lip to the point of it splitting and bleeding, to stop myself from screaming out.

I could feel my tears pooling in my eyes and I sprinted out the door, not daring to look back to see if they heard me or not.

I ran and ran. I knew where I wanted to go.

Anywhere but here.

Where I got to what was the grand exit and I didn't hesitate when I saw all of Francis's guards there, waiting for us to give them the signal and depart from here, but they seemed confused as the saw me alone, they went to approach me, but I held my hand out to stop them.

"I'm going home. Alone." I demanded and before they could argue, I spread my wings and took off into the dark, raining sky.

This place was the only place that I felt at home. I scrunched up my face and let the tears pour down my face. My cries echoed the sky and the bones in my body ached from the pain, my heart was heartbroken.

I don't care if he was drunk, that's noexcuse! My teeth clench at the thought of them evading my mind.

Soon even my wings couldn't hold me up. I could feel myself heading to the ground fast and even though I was nowhere near the mansion, I let myself fall recklessly, just like I had for him.

Plummeting to the ground, the pain felt no different to what I was already feeling, and I got onto my knees, burring my face in my hands. Scream and cries of mine echoed the forest, spooking the birds to fly away but I couldn't care about anything, not even about him.

My knees bleeding from impact, face stained with tears, I fell to the floor on my back and cried as if there was not tomorrow.

I don't want here tomorrow.