A/N: Explicit material in this chapter. Review.

2 months later

I woke with a jolt. I had another awful nightmare about that night. I grabbed my clock and stared at the numbers on the face for a while. 2:20am. Great. Another restless night.

I switched the lamp on and gradually got to my feet. I was used to the nightmares, and I knew that going back to bed would be an effort in vain. I slipped on my black hoodie and a pair of jeans. I had to get my fix, and I had to get it fast. I grabbed my phone and slid it into the back pocket of my jeans. I pulled the hood up over my head, turned the light off and hopped out my open window.

I took the phone from my pocket when I reached the ground.

'Need to meet up ASAP' I messaged.

I waited for a reply, praying that she was still awake.

My phone buzzed after a minute. 'Meet me out by the swings.'

My feet carried me to the community park where we would do our business. The park was deserted at this time of hour, but it was also very dangerous. I kept an eye out for police. I slid onto the dewy seat of the swing. I wrapped my fingers around the cold, metal rings of the chain that kept it hanging. My head flew back as I started to take myself higher and higher. Where had my life gone?

"You really shouldn't be doing that," a voice called out to me.

My head snapped up. "Finally. Do you have it?" I hopped off the swing to greet Imogen.

Imogen threw me an offended glance. "Of course I have it, who do you think I am? She pulled out a list of numbers. A list of clients.

"So you are ready to make some money tonight, eh?" she said with a twinkle in her eye.

I breathed in the balmy night air. "Let's do it."

She flipped her phone out and dialed Shane. Shane was always eager to hear from us; he enjoyed our company- especially when we were teasing his cock. The money was always great from Shane; he paid us handsomely for our services. Most of our customers wanted only one girl; this guy would pay triple for the both of us.

"Hey Baby, want a hand tonight?" Imogen said to Shane, winking at me. I could tell by her facial expressions that he was available. She closed her phone and gave me a devious smile.

"I guess that was a yes?" I asked.

"I think that we'll be making an easy grand tonight." Imo predicted with a smile.

We waited for Shane's corvette to pick us up from the park. Yeah, corvettes only seat two people, but Imogen preferred to sit in Shane's lap. Well, more like Shane liked her to grind on his dick. Not the safest driving conditions, but for 1k, it was worth it.

Even though I was running around with Miss Whoreno, I had standards and rules. My mouth was the only hole a cock would enter. Gasp, I was still a virgin. Imo had no problem with random guys popping her pussy, but me; I wasn't into it. I provided lip and tongue service only.

We arrived at Shane's apartment. It was a high-end loft with great views of Toronto. I never questioned how Imogen always found high end customers, just like I never questioned why these customers wanted to risk being caught with underage girls. I wasn't even 18.

Shane, visibly turned on from the ride over, his erection unabashedly stretching its length against his denim jeans, pointed at Imogen. "You, over to the bed. Strip." He made his way over to me and put his hand against my cheek. "And you, my sweet, you stay here and watch." His lips came crashing down on mine in a brutal kiss. I winced from the force, but eventually lost myself in it.

Shane left me to join a naked Imogen. Her long flowing hair was covering her tiny breasts. Her underwear was still on for Shane's enjoyment. She knew the drill; she knew what he liked.

Shane hungrily drank her in with his eyes. The lust plastered on his face almost made me gag, but then I remembered why I was there. I needed the money. I needed the money.

Not wanting to watch them play with each other, I closed my eyes.

"Baby, why aren't you watching? Why don't you come here and suck my cock for a bit?" Shane drawled.

I internally shuddered, but stripped down to my underwear and let myself fall into his arms. I tried to shut out everything around me as my mouth lowered on his horrible little member. I forced myself to think of someone else; anybody else, to get through the job. I even thought of Eli.

"Fuck, yes, Baby. Jesus, you are so fucking good at this!" Shane moaned.

I felt him gently push me away. He always did this when he was too close. He never ejaculated in my mouth; he just wanted to get in the mood to fuck Imogen. My part was done. Relieved, I sat next to the bed in the easy chair and pretended to watch. Instead, I was thinking about my life.

This was my new life. I ran around with Imogen Moreno and pick up strange men to suck and fuck for money. I couldn't complain; the money was spectacular, and the cash was flowing.

Shocked? I guess I would be too. My life, my speck of a life before this hell, was pampered and sheltered. My ass was wiped with golden toilet paper compared to my current life. My parents kept me in close quarters, never letting me out of their sight. I was a devout Christian; I always believed my faith was stronger than anything. Well, I was fucking wrong.

My father and mother had divorced when I was 15. It took my mother another marriage and 3 years to realize she was still in love with my father. I had always dreamed that they would end up back together, but never had I ever imagined that they'd end up together in death. My mother tracked my father down to where he was living. They had lost touch since my mother's marriage to Glen; they no longer shared the apartment, as it was too tricky with three extra people in the mix. My dad moved somewhere in Ottowa for a job transfer, and he never left an address where we could reach him. Glen and Jake were forced out on their own- I barely saw Jake at Degrassi. Our relationship crumbled like cracked clay after my attempt at seducing him one night. He claimed that our relationship was indecent. Indecent. That motherfucker convinced ME to stay with him, and he had the nerve to call me out while I was foolishly trying to bone him? Whatever.

Three years later and Mother finally goes after my father. Ironically, I guess my father had the sudden urge to come back to Toronto, because he was in town. How do I know? My father, my idiotic, drunk father rammed his truck into my mother's Corrolla. My mother was killed instantly- in front of me; my dad died three days after. It was my decision to take him off life support. Lucky fucking me.

This isn't even the end. My parents were dead, I was going crazy because I just killed my father, and then, this lawyer suddenly appeared in my life telling me that my father was a broke crook and I was fucked.

I am fucked.