Chapter Twenty-Seven
Presley
Rolling onto my side, I feel warmth spreading across my face and think it’s from the rising sun.
If only that were the case, I think, cracking open my eyes to feel more tears spill over the sides.
Today marks seven years my baby has been dead.
It also marks seven years that I’ve been dead.
After I delivered, Reese, that’s the name I chose for my son, because he was the sweetest thing to ever happen to me, my life ended.
Bittersweet, but he was my son.
My sweet, baby boy.
Every year is the same when his birthday comes around.
I party like a rockstar and ignore all responsibilities.
That’s what happens when your life ends one day, in a way you never could have imagined.
Agatha didn’t know how to help me and eventually told my parents about the pregnancy and that I’d lost him.
They were so overcome with grief and the pain of his death, that it left no room for them to be mad at me.
But the years that would come to pass, I’d give them more than enough reason to stay mad at me.
I couldn’t finish school because I had no desire or will to live.
I fell into a deep depression and turned to drugs to numb the pain. When that didn’t work, I started sleeping around, drinking, and doing drugs.
Here we are.
Seven years later, and nothing’s changed.
I no longer hear from Rafe, Rygaard has become a distant memory in a life where everything was perfect, and Agatha…
Oh, Agatha.
She’s stuck with me through thick and thin, even when I tried so hard to push her away. ‘No, we’re in this together and I will not let you kill yourself. You will see him again some day. Don’t let that day be today.’
I heard her loud and clear, but still did what I wanted.
Fucked who I wanted and kept on doing drugs.
“Presley, get down here!” Keifer yells from downstairs.
He and I weren’t in a real relationship, he’s just my current fuck buddy.
I’d always considered him a friend. Even in high school, when things with me and Rygaard went to shit, he was there.
He was a great friend, but not the best one because he’s the one that introduced me to drugs. I know it started off with just the occasional antidepressant, but when he saw that wasn’t working, he introduced me to the harder stuff, and I’ve been hooked since.
I have no money, no job, but I can cook and fuck, and I’m convinced that’s the only reason he keeps me around.
It’s been seven years since I’ve been slutting around town, not doing shit with myself.
Maybe I need to turn my life around. I think, tossing the covers off me so I can get out of his plush bed.
Running down the stairs, because I know not to keep him waiting, I find him standing in the kitchen, fixing a cup of coffee.
“You rang?” I ask.
“Don’t take that tone with me, young lady.” I hate it when he talks to me like I’m an invalid child.
“I didn’t take any tone with you, Keif. Can we not do this? Today of all days.” I groan, taking a seat at the island.
“And what day is that?” Leave it to him not to take into consideration what this day means to me.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” He turns around, placing his cup on the counter before he strides over to me.
Gripping my chin in his larger-than-life hands and pulling my face toward his, he says, “What the fuck did you just say?”
Keifer has a really bad temper and he thinks just because he supplies my drug addiction, among other things, he can treat me like dirt.
I suppose he can since I’ve been letting him since he introduced me to drugs all those years ago. He thinks he owns me.
In a way… He does, but I’m not backing down.
“I asked if you were fucking-” Smack!
The hit catches me off guard and stings, but I won’t let him see the hurt on my face. Yanking me out of my chair, he pulls me closer.
“Watch the way you speak to me, Presley.” He barks, tearing his hand away from my face, only to slide it down to my sleep shorts.
“You know what happens to ungrateful, little bitches like you?” I know exactly what’s about to happen, but I say nothing.
It’s better this way. “I use their bodies how I see fit, because that’s all you’re good for.
Giving head and taking dick like the pretty, little slut you are. ”
His words should hurt and they do, but not enough for me to cry about them. Instead, I feel my pussy tingle with excitement with what he’s going to do next.
Pulling my shorts down and bending me over the island, I listen to his zipper being pulled down.
“Let me feel if my pussy is ready for me.” He says, taking his free hand and running it along my seam.
“Just as I suspected. My nasty girl is already so wet for me.” He hums, pressing my stomach against the island.
Lining his dick up to my entrance, he doesn’t say another word before he slams inside. “God, you’re so tight. You feel like a virgin, I get to break in time and time again.” He roars, pumping inside me.
“Mmm.” I moan, praying he thinks I’m being good enough to get my fix for the day. One of his hands slides down to my leg and lifts. “Keif, my God.”
“I like the sound of that. I am your God, because none of this would be possible without me.” He groans, finishing inside me before I have a chance to come. “Don’t worry,” he says, pulling out of me, “my boys are going to finish you off.”
I’m so wound up that I don’t give a fuck whose dick finishes me off, just as long as they get the job done. “Simon, Kemper, get in here and fuck her until she can’t stand up.” He calls for two of his best friends to come in.
“I’ve been a good girl, Keif, give me what I want.” I moan, dripping wet from our cum mixing together.
“Yeah, you always fuck me good.” He says, walking around the island and fumbling around in one of the drawers.
“Now, don’t get any ideas, this isn’t always here.
” He says, producing a needle, syringe, and a small bottle with a liquidy substance inside.
At the sight of the drug, I lick my lips in anticipation.
“This is what you want?” Keifer asks, and I nod my head yes, because I want to forget what today is. “Alright, baby girl, where do you want it?”
“I don’t care, just put it anywhere.” I moan, so ready for the drug to take over my system before his two friends rail my guts in.
Right on cue, Simon and Kemper walk in. “Did you say someone needs to be fucked?” Simon laughs, walking up behind me and smacking my ass.
“Mmm.” I hum when Keifer turns my arm over and wraps a band around it like he’s about to draw blood.
He plucks my vein a few times, satisfied when it rises up, then he presses the needle inside, and I feel the cool sensation of the drug entering my system. “Alright, baby girl, get ready to fly high. Guys, have fun.”
And with that, Simon lifts me off the island and carries me upstairs where he and Kemper use my body until we all collapse in bed.
At that point, I’m so out of it, the only thing I can do is close my eyes and sleep.
Hours later, I wake up with my body still buzzing from the way they sexually degraded every inch of me… And I loved it.
‘ Keep fucking us like this, and we’re never gonna let you go .’ I remember Simon saying. Between the three of them, he can work my body like I’m the guitar and he’s in charge of the strings. He has a way with his fingers, tongue, and dick.
Keifer has the filthiest mouth of them all, and that’s what gets me started. He’s also a very skilled pussy eater, but he has to be drunk off his ass to go down on me. That’s where Kemper comes in.
Kemper praises me the best out of them all. I love hearing how good I’m taking them all or how I’ve been a good girl. That gets me going all over again.
I don’t know when I became this type of woman.
I always thought I’d never fuck anyone who wasn’t Ry, but the day I saw another video of him and the girl he was going to marry, I hopped on every dick that I could to get him out of my system.
Thankfully, after Mom and Dad found out about the pregnancy, she took me to get the NuvaRing installed. That way, I could have all the sex I wanted and not get pregnant. Because let’s face it, I’m in no position to raise a kid now.
Rolling out of bed, feeling a little drunk even though I didn’t have anything alcoholic, I sway once I get on my feet. My feet mindlessly carry me to the bathroom where I take a hot shower, trying to sober up.
After I’ve washed away enough of what happened, I take a step in front of the mirror to dry myself off when a note taped there catches my eye.
I didn’t forget, but you know how you are, your mind needs to be taken off of it, otherwise you’re going to drive yourself more crazy than you already are. Asshole . P.S. I’m sorry I slapped you, but you’ve never looked sexier wearing my mark like you always do.
Balling the note up, I toss it inside the trash can, reaching up to touch my face. That’s not the first time he’s hit me and it won’t be the last. No matter how much he thinks I enjoy it, it’s just his way of putting me in my place.
I don’t fucking know why I stay.
Yeah you do, it’s because you love everything he and his friends do to you. You get your fix, fucked royally, and you don’t want for shit.
Yeah, but this isn’t the life I’m supposed to be living.
This is the part I always dread, when I come down from my high and real life comes barging in.
My old life is over.
I don’t even have my GED to try and get a decent job.
Ballet is out.
Once I found out I was pregnant, I went back to the studio and informed Madame Dupanchanne. She’d welcomed me with open arms and listened to my story. I thought it was really kind of her to say if I ever wanted to go back, she'd always have a spot open for me.
Imagine if she could see me now.
To see how much of a fuck up I am.
That’s why I rarely leave Keifer’s house. It’s been awhile since I’ve gone out into the world and I do believe I like it better this way.
One day soon, my life will end, and I’ll welcome death because we are old friends.
But until that day comes, I’ll continue to be used in more ways than one, until I’m ready for it all to end.