A/N: Okay so I feel like I got a good response from the prologue. Thanks for the reviews guys! So here's the first chapter, I hope you like it. Just a fair warning, I'm not very good at writing dialogue. If you got any tips on that feel free to let me know. I'm still working out some kinks in chapter 2 but I'll post that as soon as I get it done.
Chapter 1
I'm Ashley Davies. 18 years old. I live with my mother and my 16 year old sister, Kyla. I'm very much a lesbian and I am in no way in the closet. The only person that doesn't know is Kyla. But she probably knows too, because she's dating Aiden. If she does know she must be waiting for me to tell her, because she hasn't said a word to me about it. I don't know why I haven't told her. Maybe I'm just afraid she'll stop loving me like the rest of my family did. Except for my dad he's the only one who loved me anyway. Even Dan stopped talking to me and I haven't seen him since he left for college 2 years ago.
I didn't find out I even had a sister until 3 years ago when my dad died in a car accident. He apparently had an affair while on tour and had another daughter that he kept secret until the reading of his will in which we were to split his millions. Mom was pissed that he cut her out of the will. Serves the bitch right for the way she treated the two of us. I don't blame my father for cheating one bit.
Anyway, I found out I have a sister three years ago and wasn't the nicest person towards her for the longest time. But now we're close and I have yet to officially come out to her. I have a feeling she knows, but just wants me to come to her. So that's exactly what I'm going to do. Once I sober up.
I'm at this club called Grey right now dancing with this smoking hot red head. She's grinding all up on me to the heavy beat of the loud music. We're basically dance fucking. There's a pounding in my clit and I just can't take it anymore, so I grab her hand and lead her to the bathroom. We step into a stall and I lock the door and push her up against the wall. She releases a groan when my thigh moves between her legs.
She tilts her head and gives me access to her neck, which I happily accept. I start rocking myself on her thigh whilst rocking my own thigh into her center. By the sounds she's making I can tell she's really enjoying this. I slip my hand up her skirt and push her panties to the side, then quickly shove two fingers inside and start up a fast pace. Her head slams back into the door and a moan is ripped from her throat. I can already feel her walls tightening so I slip in a third finger and start brushing my thumb over her clit. It takes all of three strokes and she's violently cumming all over my hand. I pull out, exit the stall and wipe my hand on my skirt as I leave the bathroom and then the club to head home.
Once I arrive home I find Kyla waiting in my room asking me where I've been. With mom out of the picture it's just us, so we take care of eachother.
"I was out" I reply curtly.
"Getting wasted again apparently."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I immediately go on the defensive.
"Only that you spend too much time drinking and skipping school. I'm worried about you," she replies with obvious concern written all over her face.
My face immediately softens at her words. "You're right. I'm sorry, sis. I don't mean to worry you all the time."
"It's okay big sis, just promise me you'll slow down and that you'll drive me to school tomorrow?" I laugh and nod as I lean in for a hug. Leave it to my sister to use my guilt to con me into going to school and giving her a ride. Her and Aiden are the only two that can get me to do something I don't want to do. Kyla starts to leave the room, but stops when I call her name.
"Yeah?" she responds softly. Waiting for me to go on.
"Umm... I need to tell you something..." I slowly stutter out. That really concerns her. Ashley Davies does not stutter or get nervous. She's confident, sexy, and a total bad ass. She doesn't stutter. Except for now, apparently.
Kyla quickly turns around and is back at my side in no time comfortingly rubbing my back in gentle circles, "What is it? You know you can tell me anything..."
"Yeah, I know..." I start taking deep breaths to keep myself calm, and she just sits there patiently waiting for me to spit it out. I can see her growing impatient and the seconds tick by...
"Just tell me already!" She huffs. I jump in surprise and look up at her with a shocked face. "Sorry, I just couldn't take the silence anymore... I promise I won't judge you whatever it is, I'll always love you."
Right there. That look she's giving me. She knows. She has to. There's no other explanation for that look. Well, there's no going back now. Here goes nothing, "I'm gay!" That's it Davies, just blurt it. Way to keep calm. I just hold my breath and await her reaction, which, quite frankly, is taking way too long...
Kyla just smiles and then burst out laughing at my expression once I finally look up at her. I just pout and say, "It's not funny. I'm being serious."
She just laughs harder and when she finally pulls herself together she pulls me into a fierce hug, "Of course you aren't joking. I just find it hilarious that you were this nervous to tell me even though I've always known." She grins at me, and I can't help but grin back.
I heave a huge sigh of relief, "Thank God! I was so scared that you would treat me like Mom and Dan did. I don't know what I would have done if you stopped loving me too." And that's when I started sobbing into her neck. She just held me until I calmed down and whispered into my ear,
"They are stupid to stop loving someone as wonderful as you just because of which gender you prefer." And with those words I started sobbing again. Not because of the fact that she loves me. Because I don't understand why she still loves me. I'm such a fuck up. I drink and do drugs and fuck random girls and don't even remember their names. I don't even know how many people I've slept with, because I can't remember at least a fourth of my nights out.
As I'm sobbing in my sisters arm I cry myself to sleep hoping for it to be dreamless...
