Hey guys! Here is the 2nd chapter. Please be warned this is not suitable for young children. Please comment and review!

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~Wallflower95

2

Falling Apart

"Samantha Dutton?" I look up from my notebook. Everyone turns to me. I'm wearing ratty blue jeans, old sneakers and a black hoodie with the hood over my head. Everything is a little bright in the room. I guess I'm still a little hungover. I can still hear the beat of the music at Krista's house. The feeling of Todd's hands reaching up my shirt.

"Samantha Dutton?" I threw my hand up.

"Here." I grumbled. I went back to my notebook, doodling was what one of my old teachers called it. Just drawing pointless little pictures instead of listening to the teacher drone on and on about the useless subject we were studying. My head was pounding. The music from last night was still in my head. I could still feel Todd on me.

"You're so fucking sexy." He mumbled as he kissed my throat. I ripped of his shirt and opened the door behind me which led into a room.

"Listen, Sam... I want to-"

"Shut up." I said. I had a lot to drink and I didn't have a care in the world. I saw Todd in the crowd and I just felt like doing something fun tonight and why not do that at Krista Drake's party? Todd was a decent looking tenth grader. Me? Sam Dutton, eighth grade. All I wanted to do tonight was have a little bit of fun.

"Damn, I want you." Todd said. He slipped of my shirt and started on my pants. As Todd was pulling of my pants, I saw his face. Dad's boss. He drunken breath in my face. His lips forced up against mine. The image of my dad's boss haunted me every night and I'm still forced to see him whenever he comes over for dinner. We never say a word to each other. We never mention that one night. Todd reaches for my bra. My hand is on his arm.

Why am I doing this?

"What's wrong?" Todd asked me. Everyone has that little voice in their head that tells them not to do something but that voice in my head is non-existent. I let my hand fall to my side.

"Nothing. Keep going." He takes off the bra and holds my breasts in each hand. He is kissing me hard, forcing me onto the bed... and I let him.

Everyone in the eighth grade knows me as the class slut. Maybe I am. But I guess I don't really care. All everyone can talk about is that Sam Dutton and Todd Norris fucked at Krista Drake's party last night. Rumors are rumors. They will spread like wildfire and then they will die out and then something new will come along. It's the way of life. I should care. I should care that I am a thirteen year old girl who isn't doing well in school and is too busy getting fucked by guys and getting drunk at parties. I am a mess. But I didn't give a shit. I knew deep down that it was wrong and it had to stop. But that little voice inside my head was dying out. I am falling apart.

"Hey Sam." Jacey Jones is my best friend. My partner in crime.

"Hey Jace." I said.

"Man, you look like shit." I laughed.

"I know."

"So, is it true?" She asked.

"What?"

"You and Todd fucked last night?" I smiled.

"Yeah."

"Shitters that's awesome. How was his..." She smiled.

"Large." She laughed out loud. Jacey is in my grade. She's kind of an emo type. Her hair used to be brown but last year dyed it black and then put purple streaks in it. She wears revealing clothing, she has piercings and a tattoo on her arm. Her breasts are practically spilling out of her shirt today. All the girls in our grade say they're fake boobs but Jacey swears they're real.

"So, a group is going to a club tonight. Jake scored some fake i.d's. You in?" It's a school night. But I didn't really care. Dad is away on another business trip and mom is working late... again.

"Hell yes."

I never said I make smart choices. No one does. My mom always says that I should but did she make a smart choice marrying my dad? Not really. I love my dad. I remember some good times of him pushing me on the swing and attending my dance recitals. But I also remember the bad times like him getting drunk one night and hitting my mom. They didn't talk for two weeks.

So no, I don't make smart choices.

"Come on Sam!" I dressed up tonight. I wore a black crop top that showed of my flat stomach. My long blonde hair is tied up in a loose bun with strands hanging at the sides. I'm wearing a shot navy skirt with fish net tights and black high heeled boots. My makeup feels heavy on my eyes lids. I feel like a completely different person.

"You wearing a push-up bra?" Jacey asked out of nowhere. I laughed.

"Yes! I want to show off the goods." Jacey laughed and looped her arm through mine.

"Come on, they others are waiting." We're going into the club with a bunch of Jacey's friends. People I don't know but I didn't care. It was going to be fun. Maybe I'd get lucky.

The music was loud it made the floor vibrate. People were pressed up against each other, dancing around. Couples were making out in the corner. Lights flashed everywhere. I saw the bar. I went straight for it and ordered a vodka. Jacey leaned against the bar counter next to me.

"This is awesome!" She yelled. I smiled and chugged the vodka. It's never a good idea to down some alcohol, but then again, I said I never make smart choices. The drink made my head buzz. I felt alive.

"Shit, I think that guy is checking you out." Jacey nodded towards the corner. I saw a guy. No, a man. Mid maybe late twenties. He had dark hair and wore a leather jacket.

"He is fine." I said, taking another sip.

"Well, go get him girl!" I finished the drink in one gulp and walked over to the guy. My breasts went up and down. I let my hair loose and stopped in front of him. He had a small smile on his lips. I batted my eyes and looked up at him.

"Saw you checking me out." I said. He sipped his beer.

"And what if I was?" I smiled and took his hand.

"Let's dance." I led him into the crowd and placed his hand on my ass. I pressed up against him and never took my eyes off of his. He slipped his hand under my shirt and pulled at my bra. I smiled. We dance for hours. Four intense hours. When we were done he wrapped his arm around me. He was drunk and so was I.

"Let ditch this place. Get outta here and go have some real fun." He said in a slurred voice. I was so out of it, I left with him and forgot to tell Jacey where I was going. When I turned thirteen this year, my mom gave me 'the talk' about sex. Little did she know I was actually doing it. Anyway, she said sex was meant to be saved for the ones we love. The ones we cared for. It was supposed to be a beautiful thing. To me, it's work. You're working to make your partner satisfied and that's what I was doing tonight.

As as we were in is apartment, the guy started ripping off my clothes and pushing me towards the bed. I unbuttoned his shirt and started on his pants. The whole time we were kissing. This is illegal. I am a minor. He's an adult. What dad's boss did to me... that was illegal as well. But like he said. It was our little secret. I turned my lips to the side.

"Condom." I said. I felt him smile as he took off my pants. He pushed me onto the bed.

"Help me put it on." He said with a smile on his face. I was a little nervous. I could feel my hands shaking as he took off his underwear, revealing his dick. I took the condom from his hand and slipped it on. He smiled.

"How about a little blow job sweetheart?" Jacey once told me what a blow job was and I told myself I would never do that. I smiled.

"How about we get on the bed instead?" He smiled and took off my underwear slowly. He reached behind my back and took off the bra. I breathed slowly, calming myself down. I know what I'm doing is wrong. I know that every time. And yet, I still do it. He picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist and he pushes into. I gasp. He has a creepy smile on his. He leans down and kisses my chest. He pushes harder and I cry. I see him above me again.

"This will be our little secret."

The words were ringing in my ears.

"Harder." I whispered. The guy looked at me.

"That's my kind of girl." And he goes harder. The pain is unbearable but it blocks his face from my mind. I close my eyes and let the guy do all the work. He moves up and down, touching me all over. I let him use me.

"Yeah, you like that?" He whispered. I smile and pull him into me.

"Yeah, how about we switch?" He rolls under me and I'm on top now. Tonight is different than the other nights. Those nights I was just having fun. This night I was trying so hard to forget something. I move up and down. He has his hands on my hips, his mouth slightly open as I move. I take his hand and put it on my chest.

"You want me?" I ask him.

"Yeah." He gasps. He squeezes my boob and kisses it with his lips. I do this for about an hour, just satisfying my partner. That's all it is. I'm exhausted. We're lying next to each other, naked and gasping for breath. I had to admit. That was the longest and probably the best sex I've had yet. It almost made forget about that night. He kisses my flat stomach.

"Stay the night?" I smile.

"Why not." He looks at me, he is stroking my boob.

"Want to fuck some more?" He said with a lopsided smile. He was really drunk, I know it. Me? Alcohol was wearing off. I could see more clearly now. He had a nice body. Lean and muscled. I saw the clock on the bedside table. It's 3 in the morning, on a school night. I saw his face again.

"This will be our little secret."

"Yes." He takes over. Doing all the work above me. I tell him to go hard and fast. He's is sweating and I am gripping the edge of the bed but I manage because all I want is for that image to forever leave my mind.