Doesn't life sometimes feel as if it's the same everyday? No matter what you change, you're still facing the same shit as always on a daily basis. If I'm not arguing with Chelsie, then it's Josette or Drew then I'm smoking some kind of narcotics and walking out the house to go see friends, or I'll go up to my room and paint with the art supplies I have.
The nightmares were making me go crazy and I wasn't sure how long it was going to take until they finally would go. Sure, the painting that I had done in class was enough to get me one good night of sleep but Friday night? The nightmares came back at full force, attacking me from each corner and making me cower away from the evil.
Except I was the evil one. I was my father's child and he had problems of his own, genetic problems that were passed down to me and something I was suffering from. The usual high I would get from time to time made me feel like I was on Cloud 9, of course if it didn't then I would be questioning the dealer who gave me the drugs.
My life felt like it was going through the same cycle everyday and it didn't help that I wasn't going to get much time to just be by myself. Fuck that shit, I loved being with other people because then my thoughts wouldn't be blundering constantly in my mind like some sort of broken record.
I sighed, breathing out a cloud of illegal substance. It was the late hours of the night and yes, once again my nightmares had driven me to wake up and face the reality of my father not actually being in my life and my mother wasn't actually running around screaming. Thinking of my mother made me worry about how she was doing.
We would meet her in the holidays, after or before seeing Kian and Ava. Sometimes it would be difficult to see her in the rehab centre but she would put herself there so many times and most of them would make me think about if they would let her come back again. She showed signs of improvement but would go back into drugs.
Fucking hypocrite, my thoughts would shout.
I couldn't stay in my room right now, not for the rest of the night just sitting at my window and smoking. Whether it was weed or not, I didn't want to stay here so I grabbed my jacket from where it was hanging on the door before going back to my window and jumping out. No one would come check if I was asleep, I knew that.
The only place where I thought to have wanted to gone was Millie's house. It may have been two in the morning, or at least that's what I saw on my alarm clock before I jumped out heroically out of my window, but she was going to answer her door. Her parents were both doing jobs that had long hours.
She lived quite far from me, but at least tonight hadn't been raining. It was silent on the streets apart from the usual sound of crickets or rustling bushes were foxes ran to hide. My footsteps were scruffy against the pavement as I walked in long strides. The blunt was shaky in between my fingers, but the confidence that my mind had made me breathe in more.
The whole bad boy look was just a show. It made me feel powerful, beyond anyone's doubt, but I couldn't help but just feel like any other normal person. I had tattooed that etched, scattered and inked my skin around my body but these "scars" were just another memory of the art that I embedded onto my skin.
They looked intimidating because I dared to go and get them done, something most people would fear to do because they believed being on the right side of the law was the best thing but little did they understand that doing drugs and drinking was making them bad people. Fuck, they had no right to judge me because I deal drugs and walk around with a glare.
I dared to fuck around with people because it was better to be intimidating than to be intimidated by. Fucking girls who threw themselves at me was a reminder that I may be a fucking nightmare, but that's what they love. It wouldn't make them come back, but it would give myself and them a time that we could both enjoy.
Wearing a smirk on my face told people to stay the fuck away from me because trying to mess with me was a joke, it was humorous because you wouldn't win. The muscles that I had obtained from constantly working out was a way to deal with my anger and build up my body so that people didn't have that chance to fuck around with me.
By the time I had finished my blunt, I was raging even harder than I was before. Luckily, Millie's house was only a couple minutes ahead of where I was and my footsteps turned a little faster as I got closer and closer until I ended up at her door. I knocked three times because even though I was still a little high, I had the manners that was drilled into me.
Millie had opened up a couple minutes later in just shorts and a loose top. I didn't waste any time in kissing her, pushing the both of us in the house and shutting the door. Turning the both of us around, I pinned her up against the door as her hands gripped my shoulders. Our tongues clashed furiously together in our mouths and slowly, the clothes started to go.
I lost the jacket, my jeans and of course my shoes. We ended up in the kitchen, both somewhat naked and kissing the fuck out of each other. Both our lips were swollen and skin red with heat as she opened one of the cupboards and took out vodka. I took it from her hands and took the lid off, gulping down some of the contents.
Closing my eyes, I felt her hands glide over my pierced nipples and moving their way down to the top of my boxers. My arm encircled her waist as I brought her closer to my body, removing my lips from the bottle and handing it to the sexy girl in front of me. Her body wasn't as tattooed as mine, but the little ink she had on her body fitted her personality.
I lifted her up as she squealed while drinking, before I placed her on the counter top. My lips latched onto her neck, licking the very spot that made her stop drinking to start moaning my name. I unclasped her bra and let it drop onto the counter before my mouth met her nipple that stood to attention for me.
She mewled at the sudden touch and wrapped her arms around my neck. I gently bit down and pulled a little before letting go and looking at her from under my lashes, enjoying how she had thrown her head back and her mouth was opened to form an 'o' shape. My hands were at her bare waist, moving to her tug her underwear down.
I looked back up at her and when she opened her eyes and looked down at me, for some reason I had pictured her as Enna. Millie's hair had changed its position from being behind her shoulders to now falling at the side of her like a curtain. She looked down at me hungrily with her glasses perched on her nose, biting her lips as her legs were around my back.
I stood up to my full height, feeling dizzy from how quick I had done that but when Millie had turned back to herself in my eyes, I have a lazy smile. "You want to go have some real fun?" I questioned. The confusion had turned into a smile of her own; she hopped off the counter and I followed her upstairs, keeping my eyes on her swaying ass.
We got to her room and I spun her around again, kissing her full force and tasting the vodka that we had both drunk and left downstairs. It didn't matter though because we were going to get to the better stuff up here. She backed us both up to the bed and we both continued kissing as she slid up higher on the bed so that we were both comfortable.
Once again, we both pulled away so she could get the drugs out of her drawer while I was attacking her neck, making my way down to her chest while leaving hungry kisses and angry red marks along the way. I got to her navel and kissed her belly button while grabbing onto her moving hips, then looked up at her.
A laugh escaped my lips when I saw her take her pill of ecstasy, literally. I didn't want mine right now though; I was hungry for something else and I was going to get it. Moving further down, I let go of her hips as I stood on my knees and ripped her underwear off of her making her gasp. She wrapped her legs around my torso and pulled me closer to her.
My hard on was pushing painfully against my boxers, but we had the whole night. I bent down to her lips again, curling my tongue in her mouth to battle against hers. Before pulling away from the kiss, I bit her lip and then moved back down to her wet heat. I moaned inwardly and bent down to her core, wasting no time in flicking her clit with my tongue.
A moan followed by name was sounded in the room and I felt her arch her back off of the bed. I spent the next couple minutes lapping up her juices and making her orgasm once and then twice in the next ten minutes. She thrashed around, nails digging into my back and leaving marks but I didn't care.
I pulled up and eyed the girl underneath me. She reached up to touch me, but I pinned her hands down above her head and pecked her lips. Slowly, her face morphed into the nerd's again and I shook my head to get Enna's face out of my head even though it had increased the painful boner I had.
My hand had reached out for the drug that I felt was on the side table next to the bed. Quickly and skillfully, I took the pill out and put it into my mouth. My mind went hazy after a couple seconds and I knew that the hallucinations and the light feeling would come in soon enough. I didn't even process the fact that Millie had turned us over.
After that, I couldn't even account for the amount of pleasure that I felt because I was literally on Cloud 9 and all my problems...well they fucked off out the window, just as I fucked my way through the night with the girl that supplied me my escape.
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I managed to get home before it turned eight. It took me some time to understand which way to get home and when I did get home, I didn't even how to unlock the door. My head was still spinning and I couldn't comprehend some of the things that were around me. Keep in mind that I was out of Millie's house by seven and it took me an hour to get home.
My clothes had the lingering smell of weed and alcohol, but thankfully no one was awake yet. It was a Saturday and that meant that people would be sleeping in and taking advantage of the weekend, until it got to ten. I had no clue when the nerd would be here but anyone in their right mind would not be here until it was past two in the afternoon.
That gave me a chance to shower and then get to bed and sleep off the after effects of the drugs and alcohol. I practically danced my way up the stairs because of how easy this plan was, but at the same time, dizzy spells had broken me out of my happy state. Not only that, but as soon as I had got to the top of the stairs, the doorbell had rung making me virtually wince.
I growled as I slowly turned around and made my way down the stairs. There was no doubt about who could be at the door because I did jinx myself into telling myself that the nerd wasn't going to be here until after two, but I was clearly wrong. I walked to the door and threw it up open, metaphorically speaking and was faced with the smiling nerd.
Images of her under me from last night visited my mind and I turned from an angry guy to kind of pulling the door towards me and hiding some of my bottom half behind it. The nerd looked oblivious as to why my mood changed quickly because she was still smiling and looking straight into my eyes. That's when I noticed her hair was tied up.
"I hope I didn't wake you." This time, her mood had changed and she looked like an innocent girl, not surprising. I responded with a dark look on my face as I glared at her, making the hard on even more painful to retract. She looked down, making part of her hair from the ponytail move onto her shoulder and I had the ache in my hand to move it back.
"I wasn't even asleep." I told her and she looked back up and an 'o' formed at her lips, the same thing I had seen yesterday; the fucking drugs were the cause of this. "Erm, I just came by to tell you that I am going to be back at around one. If that's alright with you?" I leaned my arm against the door and then my head on my arm as one of my eyebrows raised at her.
"Why one? Actually, why are you awake this early?" I questioned, looking at her attire of a black skirt that reached below her knees (what a good girl) and a light brown shirt that was loose against her. She was a bit taller than her normal height due to the heels she was wearing, but still shorter than 5'4.
I looked up into her eyes and noticed she was looking away from me and fiddling with the ends of her shirt's sleeve. "I'm going to work, I work at the library. I could ask you why you're awake this early, but you haven't slept and looks like you've been out...and...well." She trailed off at her sentence when her eyes roamed my clothes and then stayed at my neck.
Smirking at her, I changed my position so that my slight bulge was in view. Her eyes widened and she instantly turned away making me laugh. "You're one of the smartest in the school and you can't even understand how the male anatomy works in the morning. I mean, who knows...it could be because of you." A gasp escaped her lips and she looked at me with wide eyes.
"Joey?" My smirk disappeared from my face as I heard Chelsie behind me. Enna's eyes looked at Chelsie who was now hid behind my legs. I looked down at her and saw she was rubbing her eyes as she looked at Enna. "I like your shirt!" Chelsie shouted, making me push her a little because people were still sleeping.
"Thank you. I love your pajamas, Belle's always been my favourite." Enna said, eyes not once looking at me but that smile on her face was enough to make me not care. Chelsie said a quick and shy goodbye before she ran off, probably to watch TV because hashtag morning cartoons, right? I turned back to Enna.
"She's so cute!" Enna commented, looking back at me with the same big smile until she probably realised that she was talking to me. Her smile faded a little and she cleared her throat, so I responded. "More annoying than cute, she's my niece. But you said you work as a librarian? I must say that it makes a lot of dirty thoughts come to mind, Enna."
I felt a headache coming on as soon as I felt the flashes between Millie's naked body and Enna's sort of naked body fill my mind again. Rubbing my head, I could have sworn that I saw her eyes flash to my dick before she looked back up at me. "Well...I don't know what to say to that. But, one it is. I'll...I'll see you then, Joey. And thank you."
She gave me another small smile, not that the happiness didn't leave her face. "For what? Giving you the morning to think about my naked body on top of yours? Unless you prefer to be on top, nerd?" Her hands pulled on her sleeves as she turned around making me furrow my eyebrows at why she did that.
"No, for calling me by my name for that time." Without hearing my response, which was going to be snarky, she walked away and I was left standing at the door watching her. Once she was out of my view, I stepped back and closed the door, feeling a lot better than I had done before the nerd had come to the door.
I left Chelsie downstairs, not wanting to hear the endless questions she was going to ask about the girl who had nice eyes. Instead, I made my way upstairs and sighed tiredly as I walked to my room but of course I was met with my nosy sister who had messy unruly hair and her husband who mirrored the appearance.
"No questions, just sh." I could see Josette smirking, but one glance at Drew made my stomach churn with guilt. He was close to finding out by the look on his face, but I decided to ignore it and go into my room. "Who was she, Joey? She seemed different from the other girls." I turned around at my door and glared at my sister who had an amused look on her face.
"She's the tutor that you agreed on helping me, now fuck off. It's Saturday." I slammed my door shut. Leaning my head against my bedroom, I squeezed my eyes shut and sighed deeply; I didn't know whether I was lucky or whether I was fucked.
All I knew was that I wanted my sleep and fuck, I wanted it right now.