In a daze, I went through the motions of unpacking and arranging my side of our room. All of a sudden I felt weary beyond all sense of the word. I abandoned my luggage and slumped on the massive four-poster bed. I sighed as I took in the room. I suppose there were two bright spots on what was an otherwise sickeningly dark day. And they were simply that somehow fate had smiled on me and it seemed Annabelle was my roommate.. And also, that our bedroom was a gorgeous bright yellow and baby blue colour, with dark mahogany furniture. I sighed again, and this time it caught Annabelle's attention.. She abandoned whatever she was doing in her armoire, and strolled over and plopped herself down on my bed.

"So, is all this sighing anything to do with that girl.. erm..Gabriella Rossi?" She asked slowly, her perfectly tweezed brows knotting in concern.
I sprang up and looked at her, shocked. "How do you know about her?!?!"

 She turned a pale blue gaze on me, and said, "well, I don't.. just that when that woman called out her name, you tottally blanched and froze with this deer caught in the headlights expression". She explained calmy, twirling her hair absent-mindedly.

I relaxed and opened my mouth to say. "No, of course not... It's nothing." but somehow the words got stuck in my throat and instead I found myself saying, "It's a really long story.. I suppose you could say, Gabriella and I, we have history..." I trailed off with a wry smile. 
I looked at Annabelle with even more respect , seems she was far more astute than I'd given her credit for.

"Well, I've got lots of time.. and I'm a really good istener.." She whispered, squeezing my arm comfortingly

I  shrugged wearily. I was sick of holding it in anyway.. maybe telling someone would help.I mused.

"Well, from kindergarten up until 8th grade, Gabriella and I were best freinds.. we did everything together, we were like, tottally inseparable..

that was until, she started dating Jeff. 
Everybody, except her, could see that Jeff was a total DICK! 
Afterabout two months of dating Jeff, our freindship was pretty much non-existent. But it wasn't until after that fall, her birthday, that everything really went to pieces. 

As usual, Gabriella threw a massive birthday bash at her parents' beach house... the place was packed with masses of people, all seriously inebriated by alchohol and pot.. et cetera.. 
After a while it was a bit too much to handle so I left for a while.. I walked down to the beach and just sat around for a while. Revelling in the surreal peace and quiet, then Gabriella rang, she sounded so hysterical and panicky on the phone that I immediately ran to her aid, forgetting everything that had happened between us those past few months.

I got there and she was almost incoherent both from whateverr substances were in her, and also from exhaustion. But she managed to plead with me to take over for a while, so she could go out and get some fresh air. 
I nodded my head frantically, she very clearly needed it. 
She hugged me with tears in her eyes, and it was like we were 5 years old again.. despite everything, nothing had really changed between us. 
She turned to leave, but I stilled her, so I could remove the styrofoam cup from her shaky grasp. She looked at me questioningly, and I mouthed over the deafening din of music and conversation, that she'd clearly had enough.

As soon as she left two things happened simultaneously, first, some moron, toppled over in a drunken haze and managed to knock out the Mr Rossi's entire wine cabinet, while some other moron proceeded to vomit on my new gucci heels. 
I groaned in disgust, and figuring I needed som dutch courage, I gulped down the contents of Gabrielle's cup. 
I tossed the cup aside and began heading upstairs to clean myself up. I made it as far as the staircase landing, before I felt my surroundings begin to swim before my eyes, then everything went black.

 The next morning, I woke up in an unfamiliar hotel suite. My head felt wooly, and everything was fuzzy.

I gingerly got up and headed towards the door. Halfway there, I caught sight of myself in a mirror on the wardrobe.

My hair was sticking up in odd angles. My make -up was smeared around my face.. and my dress was in pretty bad shape.. basically, I wasn't looking my best.

I shook my head in confusion, trying to recall the events of last night that could possibly have landed me in this situation.

And then I saw it, my black lace breifs were strewn across the floor.. it didn't take a genius to figure out exactly what had taken place the night before. It was weird, like, as soon as realisation dawned, the pain I'd been numb to up until that point, came flooding in with a vengeance, I whimpered as my legs gave out and I fell to the ground.

I called our chauffeur and told him to have the car waiting outside what I'd now realised, from the haphazardly strewn blue bathrobe on the ground, was the Slaiton Grand Hotel.

Eventually, after a few minuites of shuddering sobs, I gathered my self up from the ground and continued to the heavy oak door.As I turned to slowly shut the door behind me, I caught a glimpse of the hotel room number, 1126, Jeff's suite!. 
After this came another shattering blow, I turned to find Gabriella staring at me, her face a twisted mask of shock and rage, her dark eyes narrowed, and tears welled up in her eyes at what she obviously thought was an unforgivble betrayal by her best freind..."