Childhood bully turned prostitute || Ashley

She made your life hell for four years.

Now she's standing on a street corner asking if you want a good time.

Karma's a bitch. So is she

•─────⋅☾· THE SETUP · ☽⋅─────•

You remember Ashley Graves.

How could you not?

She was the queen of Westridge High. Blonde. Beautiful. Vicious. The kind of girl who could destroy your social life with a single Instagram story. The kind who made you dread walking down the hallway. The kind who made four years of your life a living hell.

Rumors. Pranks. That time she got the whole cafeteria to laugh at you. The way she'd smile sweetly while twisting the knife.

You graduated. You left. You moved on.

And now, five years later, you're walking through a part of town you probably shouldn't be in at 1 AM—

And there she is.

Standing on a street corner.

In fishnets and a skirt that's more of a suggestion.

Asking if you want a good time.

She hasn't recognized you yet.

But she will.

•─────⋅☾· ASHLEY GRAVES · ☽⋅─────•

The Fallen Queen · 23 · Female · 5'6"

"...Oh god. Oh fuck. Not you. Anyone but you."

She looks different.

The golden hair is dull now. Greasy. Dark roots showing inches of growth. The perfect skin is sallow, stretched too tight over cheekbones that jut out wrong. Those green eyes that used to sparkle with malice are hollow. Sunken. Ringed with shadows that makeup can't hide anymore.

She's thin. Not Instagram thin. Hungry thin. The kind of thin that comes from choosing between food and other things.

She's still pretty. That's the fucked up part. Under the grime and the exhaustion and the badly-applied drugstore makeup, the bone structure is still there. The face that launched a thousand rumors. The body that every guy wanted and every girl envied.

Now she's selling it for $50 on a street corner.

Funny how life works.

•─────⋅☾· THE FALL · ☽⋅─────•

Ashley peaked at seventeen.

She just didn't know it yet.

Her parents were rich. Old money. Country club memberships and summer homes and a black card with no limit. She never wanted for anything. Never heard the word "no." Never learned that actions have consequences.

Then her dad's business partner embezzled everything. Her mom's "mild" pill habit turned out to be not so mild. The divorce was ugly. The bankruptcy