Sandra was heading home from another one of those late nights out. She always had a late night out. Pretty much drifting around during the day to go in and dance at the clubs at night, moving along to the street walking<em>'job'</em>afterwards, then there was always some party going on or something else to do. She didn't really get much sleep at night but she didn't care, she hated it anyway. At least she had made some money tonight, enough to pay the rent for next month at least.<br/><br/>Her black stiletto boots clicking against the payment as she headed back to her L.A. apartment. Her short skirt swaying around her hips, almost revealing her ass to however might be around. And she had attracted some looks and actually a spank, though that guy was probably regretting it now since she had slapped him, scratching his cheek with her sharp nails in the process, leaving three deep red marks on his pale skin. Yeah it was safe to say that she felt pretty good today.<br/><br/>That was until she reached her apartment building and saw a small old, white car. Frowning and shaking her head. "What the hell is<strong><em>she</em></strong>doing here?" She past the car looking inside but couldn't see anyone, suddenly unsure if she wanted to go home or not. "How did she find me?" She hadn't told anyone were she was going so it was a shock to see a familiar car parked outside. Belonging to the last person on earth she ever wanted to talk to or see again. And they both knew it.<br/><br/>She sighed as she pulled her fingers through her hair. She had to go upstairs. Her rent was due today and the landlord had promised he'd show up today. He was gonna get his pay somehow, that's what he had told her when she asked for an extension. Sandra shook her head as she opened the door, beginning to head up the stairs to the top floor, the 6th floor. It was rather ironic really. Her living on that floor. As she reached the top of the stairs she looked down the hall but couldn't see anyone. Perhaps she wasn't here yet. That's what she was hoping at least.<br/><br/>Swallowing and biting down on her lip as she walked down the hall, opening the door heading in to her dark apartment, but just as she turned on the lights she heard a voice. A stern, unfriendly voice, full of disapproval. "Nice to see you Sandra dear. Even though you look like a... Well you know what you look like." She sighed and turned around to face her aunt. "Hi aunt Selma, how<strong><em>unpleasant</em></strong>to find you here." She hung her leather jacket up on the single hook in the wall, revealing her short, backless top that didn't do much more then cover the boobs. Showing off her flat stomach and well sculpted upper body. Her aunt grunted and looked away. "Put some proper clothes on girl." She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. "I have clothes on Aunt Selma, and now can you please tell me what<strong><em>you</em></strong>are doing in<strong><em>my</em></strong>apartment?"<br/><br/>The silence fell over the room until at last Aunt Selma broke it by handing her a letter. "It's from your mom, she wrote it to me shortly after your father passed away. Everything you need is already in there all I'm here to do is get you packed up and drive you to the airport." Sandra's eyes widened as she began to read the long letter, written in her mom's shaky handwriting. Now the only difference was that it was Sandra's hands that were shaking instead. she could hardly believe what was standing in the letter, didn't wanna believe it. She jerked her head up to stare at her aunt as she spoke. "No, I am not doing this crap! And you can't make me!" She crumbled up the letter in her hands and threw it on the floor. Breathing loudly and heavily as she tried to hold back on her anger. "You are going to<strong><em>leave now</em></strong>..." She pointed towards the door "... And get the hell away from me! This is<strong><em>my</em></strong>apartment!<strong><em>My</em></strong>life!<strong><em>And you don't belong in it</em></strong>anymore, you never have!" She was shaking with anger, even though she could feel the tears weren't far away.<br/><br/>Her Aunt stood up calmly, walking over to her. And even though sandra was taller by now at the moment the look in her Aunt's eyes made her feel like she did when she had first arrived to that hated house all those years ago and about as big as well. "Young lady, you are going to pack up your bag now. Then I'll drive you to the airport. Then you're gonna go and met up with your future husband. And you are going to happy about it. Or else I'll let the police deal with you. Don't think I am clueless to what it is you are doing these days Sandra Montego. " Sandra swallowed and glanced down at her Aunt. "Oh you wouldn't dare..." Her Aunt leaned even closer to her and a shudder went through Sandra's body. "Oh really? Try me." Then she stepped away and headed for the door, turning back to face Sandra just as she was heading out. "I'll be expecting you down in 30 minutes." Then she turned around and left.<br/><br/>Sandra slipped down to her knees on the floor as she heard her Aunt walk away. She felt numb, simply shaking her head. Even as the landlord came in five minutes later she was still standing on her knees. He grinned and didn't even ask her before he took what he wanted told her that she could stay another month and then left. Now her tears came. She sat on the floor sobbing for about ten minutes. Why was everyone trying to tell her how she should live her life? Why did everyone think they knew what was best for her? She pulled her up on her feet, shakingly. Walking over to her closet and pulling out the overnight bag she always had prepared. Only the bare necessities in it. Tucking all the money she had in it and then began heading out the door, staring down at the paper ball on the floor. Sighing as she picked it up and stuffed it down into the bag as well. Grabbing her leather jacket as she took one last look at her apartment before she closed the door.<br/><br/>The entire trip down to the airport was just dreadful, the same with the plane ride. And she was happy when she finally landed in Hawaii the next day. So she was back at this godforsaken place now, and everything that had happened in her life washed over her just as she set her first foot back in the town of Kihei. With only her carry on luggage she headed straight for the Bird's nest. She could think of no where else to go where she could find the others. She didn't really have any other way to find them, she had no cell phone. She hadn't bothered to change her clothes so she was wearing the same thing as yesterday and it was easy to see that she hadn't slept very well. Even though those dark rings under her eyes might as well be her smeared out make-up. She always wore heavy black make-up around her eyes. She went over to the bar, running her fingers through her hair. "A bottle of Tequila thanks." She knew it probably wasn't the best idea to get drunk the first thing she did, but she didn't care. She looked around, sighing as she saw Jared, Akira and Eri sit at the usual table. She chuckled as she downed her first shot of tequila. At least Eri was good looking, but still she wasn't doing this crap. She headed over to them, sinking down next to Jared looking over at Eri with a frown. "So... Eri. Have you heard the latest news?"