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Reaching into my pocket, I pull out the key I copied last year after stealing it from Journey when she wasn’t looking and slowly enter their domain with measured footsteps.
Sable, Journey’s mom, rests on the couch like she usually is, with a cigarette trapped between her lips, barely staying in her mouth. Her head slumps forward, her chin almost resting on her chest.
I shake my head, silently marching forward and plucking it from between her lips. If I wanted to speak, I’d tell her she’s a waste of space and doesn’t deserve a daughter like Journey. She doesn’t deserve anything but a jail cell.
I sigh, moving into the kitchen and setting my homemade donuts down on the counter. If there’s one thing that gets me moving in the morning, it’s making food. And Journey. Always her. She’ll never know I was the little shadow following her around and making sure she’s okay. Especially when she needed it most.
After she disappeared and changed, I took more interest in finding out what was happening to her. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, though. The only mishap was how often she snuck away from home. When I followed her, she’d sneak out of the grocery store with food under her clothes. Or she’d scurry to the church down the road that headed the food pantry for the city and bring back a big box of food.
She was starving.
So, I decided to secretly care for her. Fresh donuts every morning. Food in her fridge and cupboards. Anything she needed to survive, I helped.
Two weeks have passed since my monster assigned me a new mission. I take a deep breath, sitting outside the club of my nightmares. People suck. Hard. Not to mention, I hate crowded places. Touching shoulder-to-shoulder with people I'd rather push off a cliff isn't my idea of a good time.
You know what is?
Being at home curled up with a good book, reading about a girl getting railed by multiple lovers. Or one lover. I’m really not that picky. Although, how one girl can handle so many dicks, is beyond me. Four at a time? God only gave you three holes, sister. I guess that’s what hands are for. And the girls are always so pampered and loved with multiple men.
I know I was.
Who knew losing your virginity to three masked men would be such a damn thrill. Not this girl. Besides, unlike the books, they each took their turn with me. There was no backdoor play or blowjobs while I was being plowed.
Maybe next time…
My thoughts drift off to the powerful men who exuded so much big dick energy, it nearly choked me to death. I may not have seen their faces, but God damn, their bodies did a lot of talking to mine that night while I was blindfolded. A rude disadvantage, if you ask me, even if I was the one saying I wanted to remain anonymous. I wonder if they’ll be here or if I’ll recognize them by the sound of their voices. Or maybe by the way they stand or move around. Their voices were deep, enchanting, and sucked me in. Fuck. Knowing my luck, they’re probably from out of town, living dangerous lives, and haven’t thought about me since.
Bummer.
I pout to myself at the loss of men I never had. That’s why I’ve been losing myself between the pages of books in my spare time. It doesn't really matter to me what type of romance book I'm reading, I love them all. Whenever I have an ounce of spare Journey time—which is rare when I'm constantly working for that asshole who thinks he owns me—I stick my nose into a book and forget it all.
As pathetic as it sounds, it's my only escape from reality. I'd much rather do that than hang out with Jenni in a crowded elite club. A club I'm not sure how we're even going to get into. She’s eighteen, and I’m only nineteen. Although, the dress she picked out of her closet and basically forced me into helps. I swear my boobs are plumper and bigger than I’ve ever seen. Nearly at my damn chin.
Jenni did a damn good job of dressing me up like a doll, tossing all my insecurities in the trash. Well. Minus the one peeking out from between my breasts in dark swirling colors, surrounding the key hiding my scar. Jenni didn’t mention going out to a club when she picked me up and took me to her house to hang out. It was a split-second decision. Meaning, I left my damn corset at home, which keeps my insecurity hidden.
So, I’m already over this, and we haven’t even gone into the club yet.
I’m going to need a lot of alcohol to make it through the night.
Jenni pulls me out of her car with a grin, staring up at the massive building nestled in downtown Briar Cove. It covers at least three city blocks. Gigantic spotlights twirl back and forth, beckoning people like the damn bat signal to come and drink. And they do. Rave is famous for bringing in very wealthy clientele and catering to their needs.
How we’re going to be permitted in, I’m not sure. Well, Jenni could be. Her father makes millions upon millions every year. And me? I’m just playing the part of a rich bitch tonight.
"You look so hot, Journey!" Jenni squeals from the sidewalk, curling her fingers around mine as we slowly walk.
And I do mean slowly. This bitch put me in six inch heels, helping me tower over the other people walking around me. Even though I wobble with every step. I’m probably going to have a broken ankle by the time this night is through.
Oh, the things I do to protect my sister.
I snort, "You, too." I grin when she hip-bumps me, raising her chin and showing off the shortest dress I’ve ever seen.
I think her vagina might flop out. I guess that’s why I insisted on wearing something that at least hits mid-thigh. I had to concede the fact my tits were about to bulge out the top. But she taped those puppies down and made sure they wouldn’t fly out. I can’t say the same about her ass.
"We're two hot bitches marching into this club like we own it. Oh! Here's your ID," she says, reaching into her cleavage and pulling out what looks like a driver's license.
I raise a brow when I inspect the picture of me, but the birthdate and everything else are completely wrong. "Cherry Longlegs?" I gape at the name on the ID.
"Yup! You're Cherry, and I'm Destiny Glideswell." She grins at me, holding out her ID. "It's very fitting." Her brows wiggle when she puts her ID back, and we continue our walk toward the thumping club, practically vibrating my chest with the bass coming out of it.
