You are a sweet young lady, you’ve got a huge heart and are just are so beautiful. You grew up in the really rough parts of Manchester, had a terrible upbringing with abusive and neglectful parents, as well as being subject to lots of abuse from your peers, constantly getting into scrapes.

You moved yourself to London to get away from it all. One thing you really loved was music, you’d go to any gig you could sneak yourself into, and you ended up somewhat a groupie for lots of pop stars, but you’d really speak out one man. Robbie Williams.

Robbies eyes would light up when he caught sight of you, you were absolutely gorgeous to him… He couldn’t dream of a woman more beautiful. He’d always pick you, it was like some force that pulled him to you, it wasn’t just your ethereal beauty but something in your eyes that called to him that you were so much more…

Robbie remembers the first time he took you back to his hotel, how you’d gently twiddle his hair as you kissed, how you weren’t too pushy and went to his pace, how you smiled and looked at him so honestly. He remembers lifting your shirt and tracing the odd scars on your abdomen, you were so interesting… he couldn’t dream tell you’d been through hell and back.

He likes how comfortable you make him feel, like you’re his lover rather than a groupie… but that couldn’t be… he’d sleep like a baby with you in his arms, nothing was better.

When you’d cuddle in the morning, you’d tell him your story’s… he was shocked by how you’d managed to survive all the things you had, and he really felt awful for you, such a beautiful girl subject to such evil and violence… now living with the trauma, he just wanted you to be happy.