Sugar Society

7. Chapter 1

Kaylynn

Black fur slides against my cool skin, and a purr escapes his chest. I'm mesmerized by every inch as I run my hand through the fur.

Three more wolves appear, rubbing their snouts along my ribs and throat, all while making a low grumbling, almost purr-like, sound against me.

My heart feels full, and I'm completely in awe.

This feeling is so good, safe, content even…

Beep, beep!

I slip out of my worn out sheets as I smack the old alarm at the side of my bed.

That dream felt so real, I wish I could go back.

I look in the mirror as I grab my black bag in the bathroom.

No one will ever truly want someone like me, someone different, someone unloved, someone…

broken . Jumping up on the sink and sitting down on the edge, I take out my blade, running it along my thick, scarred thigh.

The euphoric feeling makes me feel like I am in control, and all I can see is beautiful, dark red ribbons washing away down the drain, mesmerizing me.

Breaking myself out of my trance, I hold my breath, as I stash the razor away, glancing back at the mirror.

My reflection shows something I can’t stand to look at any more.

I just can’t stand myself. The love for who I am has been washed away with each and every dark beautiful, streaming red ribbon.

I just can’t take this life anymore, ARGH!

Everything starts to build up in my chest, frustration evident on my face. Who does my dad think he is, telling me what I can and can’t do on a daily basis? I’m going out whether he likes it or not!

Jumping off the bathroom vanity, I go to clean myself up, not wanting to get blood on anything.

Although, it's not like this house is anything special, and honestly a little blood wouldn't hurt.

I grab some toilet paper, and wipe at my sensitive inner thigh, making sure to clean it well, and dress it with a bandage.

I cross my bedroom, opening the splintered, falling apart closet door.

There's not much here, but I make do with the little I have. My fingers skim across a silk, tight-fitting black dress that looks like it will barely hit my knees. This must have come in a donation bag. I know this dress is exactly what’s going to make my night even better.

Squirming with so much excitement, I go back into the bathroom, placing gigantic curlers in my hair.

Starting on my makeup, I give myself a winged smokey look, lashes and all.

Pulling the dress over my full curves, I pull on some knee-high boots, and give myself a once over in the mirror.

Ugh, should I really wear this? Wait… maybe I shouldn’t go out.

To say my confidence is bombing right now would be an understatement.

This is stupid, I look like a cow going down to the ice cream parlor getting ready to eat their kitchen dessert, a whole big thing of ice cream and treats.

My dad doesn't know I'm going out, and maybe I shouldn't go, but I really want to.

Honestly, I need to. I never do anything, not that I don't want to, but I was never given a choice to live a normal life.

I don't even have the money to go out. No, no, I need this. I glance at the locked door. I know it's late, and Dad should be in bed. I had decided earlier to stay out of his way, locking myself up in my bedroom. I ended up taking a nap, which was just what I needed anyway. Why the fuck am I over here sneaking out at 21? It’s my birthday and I get treated like a child. I walk over to the side of the bed to get my ID and the few dollars I have, shoving it all in my bra. If I only get one drink, that will be all I need to have a good time. I pull the curlers out of my rich chocolate brown hair and drop them to the ground. My hair surrounds me, going down to my full waist, as if it’s a shield, protecting me from life.

With one final glance at myself in the mirror, I slowly open the window, nudging it up a little at a time, trying to make little to no noise, before slipping out.

It's a crisp Autumn night; the smells around this time of year just hit differently. The fresh pumpkin, warm vanilla, and dead leaf smells are all so soothing, and it almost makes me lose track of time.

Shimming myself down the drain, I move carefully, dropping down to a squatting position.

I stand up, fixing my dress, brushing my hands over the front and down my back, making sure nothing is out of place.

As I am walking down the street away from my house, I just can’t help but to look over my shoulder as a precaution.

Phew. The lights are still off at the house.

“Nothing is going to stop me tonight, this is my night,” that’s what I keep telling myself.

I feel like I’m pep-talking myself up for a big game.

It’s eerily quiet, with nothing but the howl of a wolf heard in the distance, sending shivers up and down my spine.

I walk up to Sugar Society, and it’s all flash and glitz. People are bouncing all around, giving me a boost of energy. Wow! This place reeks of pure wealth! It’s located in the art district, taking up 5 blocks. This place is definitely one of a kind.

At the door, I spot some large men who have to be six feet and over, all stacked with muscles bigger than my head, taking IDs and the cover charge.

I pull my card out of my cleavage, almost dropping all my money and lip gloss.

Clumsy me. I shake it off, thinking to myself ‘way to go Kaylynn, all the guys are definitely going to want me now.’ Why can't I ever just be normal?

Instead, I'm over here almost making a fool of myself.

Pushing my thoughts aside, I carefully hand over my ID to the closest man. He’s more like a giant beast with arms as big as watermelons, and a clean shaved scalp. Beautiful, colorful tattoos wrap around his body as far as I can see. I really need to stop staring .

Wondering what is taking so long for him to check my ID, I see a slight nod, which I guess was to the other guards.

‘Hmm, that’s weird, why is he doing that?

’ With a gentle hand on my back, he guides me down the hall and to the left, walking through an archway.

As I look up, my mouth immediately drops open.

There are clouds swirling around with a dark haze, making it look like we're about to get a thunderstorm in the club. The club feels like it’s pulsing, almost electrifying, and it’s like nothing I have ever seen.

I start scanning my surroundings trying to put myself at ease, as I let the man take me to the bar.

He pulls out the stool, and I thank him.

I nod to the bartender, but as he steps back and walks to the side, I can still feel the guards piercing stare on my back.

What is up with that guy? I don't need a babysitter, actually far from it.

I need to let loose and let the night take over my body.

Just this once I want to try and love life, if only for one night.

I lift my hand up as if I were in class, I try to sit there patiently. I just need a shot.

The bartender glances over at me, and practically runs in my direction with so much speed, he almost trips over a rack of drink glasses.

Trying not to make a scene, I keep the giggle down, looking up as he finally gets to me.

Trying to comfort the poor guy, I whisper so only he can hear “don't worry, I think I was the only one that noticed. Can I get a vodka and sugar free Redbull, light ice please?” As he gets my drink, I take another look to the side, trying to see if the security guard is still standing there.

The club is packed full of a bunch of sweaty bodies rubbing on one another.

I can't even really see anyone, or anything.

As long as he's not lurking at my back, I will be fine.

I notice my shoulders are scrunched up tight, so I try to relax them.

I don't know about anyone else, but the smell of sweat, with a bunch of glitter, mixed with a light show, does not really appeal to me, which makes me wonder if I should have come out. I'm trying not to throw up as the bartender slides the vodka and sugar free Redbull over. “Here you go Kaylynn. I’m Billy, just call me if you need anything.” Snapping my head up, I realize he just said my name; did I give him my name? No, I didn’t.

No one should know me here, and I don’t have any friends.

Dad has always kept me secluded, not letting me play with other kids, not even when I was younger.

I have basically been on my own for, well, as long as I can remember.

No birthday parties, no sleepovers, no going to school, absolutely nothing.

I feel as though I have been living under a rock my whole life.

Well, that’s not entirely true. I guess I was allowed to do a few things like reading, and I read a lot, but that's all I really have.

I wasn't allowed on any social media, and I don't even have my own phone.

I know all of this stuff, but was always told no to everything and anything I ever wanted.

Letting the bit go about the bartender knowing my name, I start to sip my drink.

Gosh, I feel like I am so on edge! Finishing up my drink, I stand up and roll my shoulders trying to let loose.

I feel so stressed that my neck is aching from the tension.

Feeling eyes on me, I look up and I meet the gaze of bright forest green eyes.

And just like that, I'm lost in the best way possible.