I bit my lip hungrily as he separated the white powder into lines. He put his hand on the dark hair of the girl beside him and nodded. Her sullen brown eyes lit up instantly as she bent over the glass table. I itched at my thighs wanting to push her off of the drug I had worked so much harder for. Another girl was chosen next, and he smiled cruelly at me as he saw my impatience. I watched the remaining two girls take their lines before he finally turned to me. "I saved the best for last," he said with a sickening grin. I pounced on the table ready to take the rest of the cocaine on the glass.

Pointed fingers grabbed my shoulder roughly. "Get the door." I had barely heard the ring of the doorbell in my darkening hunger. I looked into his pale green eyes pleadingly, not wanting the others to see my weakness. Anger shone into the light irises, "Získať tie zasrané dvere!" I winced slightly as I rushed away. My weak knees ached as I ran through the living room to the front room of the house. I unchained and unbolted the door before swinging it open. My addiction, my hunger and anger, lifted immediately as I looked up at the figure in the doorway.

The smile he put on as he initially saw me fell quickly. "Sam." I could feel suppressed pain and passion rearing itself back up when he whispered my name. I could see the same feelings in his eyes too. It had been six years since I had seen Freddie Benson; six agonizing years of hiding.

He exhaled deeply as he looked at the brown packaging cylinder in his hands. He dropped it onto the bed, shaking his head vigorously. "I didn't get in, I know it, Sam." I knelt at the end of the bed and placed my hands on his firm shoulders. Insecurity brimmed in his eyes.

"Freddie, any school would be lucky to have you. You're a genius!" I assured him with a smile. "And you've been accepted to nearly every college in Seattle," I added quickly. He nodded, slightly more confident because of my words. I handed him the cylinder which he took shakily. He opened it properly where I would have just split it in half. Finally, he dumped its contents onto the sheets and immediately picked up the letter bearing the MIT seal.

"Dear Fredward," he read out loud to me. I tried my hardest not to giggle and nodded for him to continue. "On behalf of the Admissions Committee, it is my pleasure to offer you admission to the MIT class…" I didn't hear the rest. I didn't hear the yelp of excitement Freddie omitted or any other words that poured out of his mouth. I saw his illuminating smile and his brown eyes full of joy and any hope of us having a life together shatter against the walls. He wrapped his arms around me in a tight embrace, too ecstatic to notice that my tears were those of fear and mourning.

We had sex that night, but to me it wasn't a celebratory event as it was to Freddie; it was the last time I saw him awake. I kissed his forehead as he slept on quietly. I wiped the tears from my eyes before creeping out the window and leaving everything behind before it all left me.

And six years later it came to find me again. I took in the black suit, which I could tell from my experience, was expensive. His dark hair was combed down in such a similar way to how he always had it. He had grown quite a bit, towering over me indimidatingly. Overall he hadn't changed much, but his once soft, serious eyes were clouded in fear. Opposed to the polished, handsome man at the door, I looked like a mess. My eyes were sunken and the dark eyeliner did nothing to help the bags under them. Tattoos covered my arms and legs in meaningless images that probably gave me more coverage than the racy dress I had to wear at the house. My bones protruded hideously against my skin and I could tell it was what scared Freddie the most. "Please leave, Freddie," I whispered quickly. He continued to stare as if he hadn't heard me.

"Sam, what happened? Where have you been?" What had happened? Where had I been? They were two completely different answers that would take eons to explain. I heard footsteps echoing on the hard wood.

"Freddie, you have to leave right now. Please." I looked into his eyes searching through the pain. I wanted to push him away, I wanted him to leave. He was Freddie Benson: my high school boyfriend and the man I would never stop loving. Consequently, I knew he wouldn't stop loving me either. If Freddie knew what I had been sucked into, he would senselessly run into my life to try to save me. He had good intentions, but he wouldn't be able to help me this time. The footsteps had reached the living room, my heart rate sped up. "Freddie, leave!" I could feel tears threatening to pour down my cheeks as I began closing the door.

"That's very impolite, Samantha." I froze instantly. He tried to hide his accent in front of others, but the way he said my name always gave me chills. "Chris Hesek."I resisted the urge to roll my eyes as he offered his hand along with his "American name." Freddie looked at his hand but did not take it or introduce himself. "Would you like to come in, sir?" A wide smile spread across his golden skin. I knew that smile all too well.

"He's not a client," I said quickly, turning to look him in the eye. "Please let him leave." His expression didn't change in the least bit. "Budem pracovať dvojaký dnes." He smiled at my promise.

"It was nice meeting you, sir." With that he closed the door on my only hope for salvation. He briskly bolted and chained the door before pulling me back into the house by my hair. "Samantha will be working late tonight," he called out to the others. "Someone take her share." I heard them all rush at the table along with curses and slaps. He chuckled at them and ignored my erratic breathing as I heard I was being denied of my payment. "Don't worry, suka, you will get your reward," he assured me. He was still holding my hair and didn't let go until we were in the work room. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out multiple hundreds and tossed them on the desk. He pressed himself against me, crushing my body against the wall. "I'm your client tonight, suka." His full lips kissed up and down my neck before crashing down on my mouth.

Kristof Hesek was the only man I had kissed, and was allowed to kiss, in the last six years. His kisses were special among us. His kisses were only given to his favorites. And unlike the other four in the house, I received them multiple times a day. I had been his favorite since the first time he saw me, it was why I was allowed to sleep in his bed with him, and why he hadn't forced me to dye my hair black like the others, and it was why he called me his suka. His whore. He showed it in odd ways, but Kristof loved me.

As sad as it was, I loved him too. And that is why I could never leave him.

AN: Yeah, yeah I know I should be working on My Escape. Buuuuut, I thought this was just too good a story to pass up. This is somewhat inspired by The Used's new album Vulnerable because it the shit and I love it. I'm actually going to stick with one perspective for this story (shocker, I know) to move it along quickly. It is going to be 12 chapters NOT including this one. This is like a prologue thing. These chapters are going to be LOOOOOOOONG, so they will take long to update. And don't hate because I'm writing an iCarly fanfic, I just REAAAAAALLLLYYYY like Seddie X). So yeah. PLLLLEEEAASEE review!

Love,

Melanie :)

PS, I'm going to post the translations in each chapter down here, so if you don't figure it out, you can read this. And the reason for the different language will be explained in the next chapter.

"Získať tie zasrané dvere!" - "Get the fucking door!"

"Budem pracovať dvojaký dnes." - "I'll work double tonight."

Suka - Whore