Chapter 1
There I sat in the dingy, dim lit bar at 3:23 a.m., sipping on some sort of mix of alcoholic beverages that was probably laced with some sort of club drug. I knew that I was already way drunk, and I mean way drunk. The world was spinning at an unhealthy speed before my eyes, and I was about to fall out my stool from the dizziness. My long platinum blond hair was falling down my back and almost touching the ground as I slouched, and I noticed a few concerned looks from the bartender and a few other late night drinkers. I gave them a wild grin, and said something profane I don't even remember.
Next thing I knew I had been kicked out and was sitting on the sidewalk singing a slurred song to myself. I must have looked pretty dang crazy, green eyes glowing with an alcohol induced flame and wearing not much other than a tight purple plastic belly shirt and a white mini skirt that showed my lack of underwear when I leaned down. My pale skin was probably a map of my night, and my makeup was most likely running in places. Anyone who saw me would automatically think I was a prostitute.
My day had been absolutely horrid, 'rents giving me the boot, then I found out my boyfriend had been cheating on me, and my goldfish had died. Ugh. As a treat, I'd bought myself a fake ID from a guy in my class who I had heard made the best in the city. After that I'd gone out and found the only bar I knew had horrid security, all my friends used it as their hot spot for quick shots. I was a "good girl" so I never went there, never bought whore-ish clothes, never used fake IDs, etc. But I hadn't been a good girl for about eight and a half hours, so I guess God had me on the list of sinners by now.
I guess I got what I deserved.
At sometime around four a.m. a sleek, black sports car pulled up beside me as continued my breathless and slurred song. A door raised by itself, and the person inside was covered by shadows. Whoever it was told me to get inside, and without my common sense about me I did. Shit. I'd been picked up like a whore. Well, this'd be something to not mention to my husband, if I ever got one. All I could tell about the person was that they were male and had long hair. He smelled like…leather? Hmm, something else to mull over at a later date.
The last thing I remembered is hearing him talking on the phone, and then swaying and tripping my way up to a hidden doorway in an alleyway. As I noted earlier, I was in need of a little brain refresher at this point. If I'm correct, I made my way, the man leading me, to a small bedroom before my body went on automatic and my mind conked out.