My Word: I'm sorry about all the time jumps that have been happening. I can't help it… Well, I can, I just don't want too. I'm sorry, again.

Warning: This chapter contains scenes of a graphic sexual nature, under drunken circumstances. This is not something that should be copied or mimicked. If you do not like the idea of graphic sexual nature of drunken circumstance, feel free to skip this chapter, or the scene. You have been warned.

I swatted their hands away from my messy hair. They were trying to make it look all neat and taken care of. Aside from the fact that they were trying to put disgusting make-up on me.

"Stop it!" I finally snapped, making a face and leaning away from them. "Just because I can't walk, sure as hell don't mean you can all get away with fixing up my hair, or putting disgusting make-up on me. And trust me, you sure as hell do not want to know why I will not wear that stuff." I said, sighing as they at last turned to leave me alone. I ran my hands through my hair repeatedly just to mess it up. I sat, in the wheelchair the label had bought for me, waiting to go out on stage. Yea, I said stage. We've decided to go on tour after all. The starting date was rescheduled, and I'll admit, it's a bit of a hassle going on tour with a broken leg and a cast on your leg that goes up past your knee, and a cast on an arm elbow down. I've even got some of that cast on my busted fingers. Its hell trying to scratch or get comfortable at night.

***

"Hey! Wow! It's great seeing you all out there tonight!" I said into the microphone as I squinted out at the sold-out audience. "I wish I could be up and walking like my fellow Sugar Rush members. Just so I could move about and dance for you all. But I can't even do a wheelchair dance." I said, hoping to earn some laughs as I held my broken arm up. The once all white cast was slightly dirty and covered in pictures and signatures. I grinned as I heard the sparse and few laughs among the sighs.

"Anyway, on to the next song. Our number one love hit, and it goes out to someone very special." I said winking at the camera before Brandie smacked me upside my head. "What?" I asked, looking at her as she walked past me.

"That was for being a pig." She told me, and I laughed. She told me that so many times, but had also called a number of men that. "Sorry for loving." I told her, winking at the camera again before the music began to play, effectively cutting Brandie off from hitting her again. Of course, not in definitely, when she was walking past me once again, I got one to the back of my head twice as hard.

***

"Whew! What a great night!" I shouted as I relaxed back onto the bed that was at the back of my trailer/bus.

"Yes, you and the others did wonderful." Said the bodyguard that had carried me. He looked completely serious standing at the foot with his back to me still. I rolled my eyes and shook my head at his back. "Hey, you can turn around." I told him, but he didn't even get the chance as there was a loud knock on the door. Glancing at the clock beside my bed, I saw that it was right on time. After every performance, for the last month when we started, I'd been getting a rose. One single white rose. There was a vase on my night stand full of the, including the ones from the hospital. Didn't matter to me that they'd wilted, I kept them all.

"Another rose for you, Miss Keller." My body guard said as he walked in. The buff man had to go side ways just to fit through the door his shoulders were so wide. I smiled at him, reaching out for it. I smelled it and smiled before handing it to him to put in the vase.

"Do you think it's her?" I asked him as he went from the vase to the foot of the bed to pull the covers up over me. Yea, I know it might sound real stupid, but my body guard was my friend. Others didn't know it, and we were always putting on this act. But he was the one guy that had taken care of me when I was on the streets before I got discovered singing. Of course, I brought him with me, claiming that he was protection. Which wasn't too hard to do, he fit right in as a body guard. His name was Joseph Bristow, and he'd been the scariest guy on the streets. But really, he was just a big teddy bear. He never told a soul, except maybe mine, but he wanted so badly to have a nice family. Instead, he was stuck taking care of me. The thirty year-old man taking care of me, like I was his baby sister or somethin'.

"I don't know Devi." He whispered, kissing my forehead after tucking me in. Literally. And to be honest, he was the first person to ever call me that. I sighed, watching him as he walked towards the door to shut off the light. "Joe, are you-"

"Yes, I make sure that the rose is sent and that she gets it. Just the same as you, after every performance." He told me in a soft voice, before the light shut off and he was out the door. I took in a deep breath, and I sighed as I closed my eyes.

***

I groaned, lifting my arm that felt like a lead weight. I didn't fully realize that it was my broken arm until it had covered my eyes. Well, sorta. I more along the lines of whacked myself in the head. "Ow, fuck." I said as I realized that there was no blocking out the light, or getting back to bed now. Slowly, I removed my arm, before trying to turn over to kill my alarm clock. I never got the chance.

"I got it, I got it." Joe said as he came into the room without his shirt on. It was sticking out of his back pocket. I watched him, and then snickered. It was mostly just to bug him. He shut off the alarm before looking at me, and then down at himself. It took him a moment to realize how he was before he cursed and quickly tried to pull his shirt on. I only ended up laughing hard at him.

"You think this is funny?" he asked, with a knowing smile. I soon found out why as I stopped laughing and squirmed. I looked up at him like a sad wounded puppy.

"Please? I'm sorry. I gotta go to the bathroom." I said, squirming and wiggling still. "I don't wanna end up having to buy a new bed, I got the money for it, but I don't care. Come on, please? Please, please, please-" I asked, using the same word over and over again until he got annoyed.

"Alright, alright." He said, making me stop. "I get the idea, just stop already." He said, before blankets went off and he scooped me up.

***

I rolled my eyes, of all the things for Sugar Rush to be talking about; it had to be awkward moments. I sighed, looking back and forth between See, and Cookie as they argued over whose moment was more awkward. I personally think that it was a tie. Cookie had been caught changing, wiggling her butt to get into her jeans, in the boys bathroom, by a boy. And that was before she was discovered. Embarrassing and awkward. What the hell would you say to the boy? 'Uh, oops, wrong room?' I'd never be able to pull it off, but then again, I'd have probably beaten the guy senseless so he wouldn't tell. And then there was See, who tripped walking in a coffee place at 17, and landed, face first, into some guys lap. Blow Job position. Again, embarrassing and awkward. Lucky didn't say anything, I mean, she's Lucky. Probably never had one, and never would. But I bet she was getting a kick out of listening.

"You want awkward," I started, finally deciding to add my own latest moment. "Try having to go to the bathroom, and having your bodyguard be the only one around who can give you a hand." I finished, and just knew that behind me, as the girls looked at him, Joe was looking away as he tried not to blush. After a silent moment, they burst out laughing. And when at last they calmed down, the three of us looked at one another before all at once turning to Lucky.

"Whose wins?" we three asked at once. She leaned back, looking between all of us as she held her fork above her plate with a bit of her banana cream pie on the end of it. She didn't seem to know who to pick. So, to take a longer moment, the pie went into her mouth. Anxiously, we leaned forward.

"Okay, don't go and get mad at me, but I think between the three of you, it should be a tie. Please, please, please don't be mad." She said, and I just shrugged, leaning back. "Whatever." I mumbled, having not at all really cared.

***

"Kiss me." I mumbled, leaning up as she leaned down. "Please, kiss me." As last, lips were on my own and I closed my already heavy eyes to kiss her back. I don't remember the girls name; just that she was a blonde, with a body shape much like Dorinda. My precious, gorgeous Dorinda. I was so drunk. And hating that I only had the use of one hand as I tried hard to get her clothes off, my own, and get some action. The best part of having a friend that was a bodyguard was that he knew when to let you have your space.

"Can we use your new toy?" she asked, in a too high pitched voice that seemed so unlike her. I grunted, rolling her over to pin her under me. It was the only answer that she was going to get as I captured her lips with my own. She wouldn't let me leave the Adult Only store without buying it, and putting it on. And I'd had no choice but to go in, she'd pushed me right in and if I hadn't been so drunk, and in the wheelchair, I probably would have been red in the face. She pulled her lips away from mine, rolling us over again before sitting up on my hips to pull her top and bra off. I licked my lips, reaching up with my good hand to grope. She wiggled and grinded her sweet hips, hands running up under my shirt. "You're turn." She said, pulling me up by my shirt. I didn't notice going topless until she had her hands on my breasts as my mouth found its way to her neck. She moaned, and I grinned as I turned to place her back upon her back.

"Please, stop… Teasing me." She moaned, arching up into my touch as she ground her hips against mine and the toy hidden under my pants. Her choice. I grunted again, hoisting her skirt up above her hips before pushing my track pants down to free the rubber of its confines. I took firm hold of its base, kissing the blonde under me fiercely before driving it deep into her. I knew that she was wet, not only were you able to smell it, but when my hand had been down there, I'd been able to feel it too. Of course, she'd gasped as my new toy was suddenly deep within her, and I refused to let her break the kiss as I took the chance to place my tongue in her mouth to get more of the precious taste that was what I thought to be Dorinda, and alcohol. Being drunk was a thing that a girl probably shouldn't get used too. But right now, it was a more then a welcome thing. Especially since I didn't exactly have the girl I wanted, under me.

My pace was slow at first, going in and out of her. But I was drunk, and a broken arm, and a broken leg was not about to slow me down. I used my broken arm to support me, and I somehow managed to balance onto my toes before going fast in and out of her so she was screaming out in her too high pitched voice, and screaming my name. She must have come three or four times before at last I came with her, and then slumped to her side in an exhausted manner. Exhausted, and drunk, I passed out right then and there.

***

I groaned as I woke up, pain in more then one place. And I was so glad that my alarm clock did not go off. I could feel three things. Pants around my ankles, an arm across my naked abdomen, and something protruding from my hips. Okay, you know what, make that four. I had now uncomfortable underwear on under… I lifted my splitting head, and squinted to see about a seven inch long rubber, purple strap-on protruding from me. I groaned before looking to see the sleeping woman in my bed. For three seconds, I felt my breath catch and my eyes go wide. I groaned once again, closing my eyes. I had thought, for a moment, that it had been Dorinda. But she didn't have that cute angelic look about her. So, I slowly, and very carefully, I lifted her arm off of me, before I tried my hardest to get out of bed. Pants around my ankles, broken arm and leg. It was a task in itself as I tried not to wake her up.

I somehow managed to get out of the bed, without at all disturbing her. I even managed to get the pants, strap-on, and underwear off before making it to the bathroom. At that point, I could no longer go unheard. I had to wrap plastic around my casts, with one hand. I managed that, as well as the water, but of course, it was then that I slipped. Literally.

I ended up on my ass, painfully wedged in the tub. Groaning, I twisted and got more comfortable before I started to clean my body off. What a way to start a morning, and it was definitely not how I had expected it.

***

"How is she?" I asked, lazily sprawled out on the couch in my personal trailer/bus. The woman from last night, or girl. She was my age, 18, but acted so much younger. Her name was Brittany, and she was freaked when she woke up. No one could get in, except for Joe.

"Shaken up." He answered me, getting another box of tissues and three things of ice water from the freezer. I sighed, lolling my head to the side as I watched him. He was in teddy bear mode, which was probably why only he got in.

"Take care of her for me, Joe. I only followed her lead, and I'm sorry about it. Tell her that. I'm sorry. And… I'll take care of her. Anything she needs." I said, and he nodded before disappearing into my bedroom again. I couldn't believe it really, I'd taken another girls virginity. It was mind blowing. Sighing, I lazily lolled my head to look at Brandie. She looked so deep in thought, I didn't want to disturb her, but I needed her advice.

"What that hell am I supposed to do now? I'll go to jail if she presses charges, won't I?" Brandie jumped, twisting to look at me. She was quiet for a moment.

"No. Probably not. You're famous… The most you'll have to do is pay her a large sum of money." Her voice was so soft, that I almost thought that it wasn't her. But I was looking at her, and it had to be.

"Like… Like that one last year… With-"

"Yes!" she snapped, looking away. "Just like last year." I licked my lips, understanding to shut up as I looked away from her and up to the ceiling. But looking up at the ceiling, my mind wandered to last year and what had happened. I can remember the rush of feelings, like a sugar rush, of being discovered, and all the money we had. There had been four of us then, just as now, but Adeline, she wasn't always part of the group. The woman before her was worse with the press then I was, total bad-ass who enjoyed it more then she should. She chased anyone that talked to her for longer then a half hour, and wasn't a part of our group. But, she'd been drunk one night, and wasn't thinking when she grabbed a young boy off the street, and forced him into sex back at her hotel room. He'd been 16, she was 21. Charges were pressed, and she'd had to pay this huge sum of money. Personally I'd thought that the charges were only pressed because of his parents. Needless to say, the label dropped her and we got Cookie. And it was better for the group, and for the label. Which was probably the main reason for our watch dog, the woman that was, Ms. Conway.

I sighed, head lolling to the side to look at her through my open door as she paced back in forth before it, talking a mile a minute on her cell phone to the high up label execs. Good L-rd, she was probably going to make me sound like the bad guy here. We'd both been drunk; she was the one who'd made me buy the damned thing I'd used. Sure, I'd gone along with it, but she'd started it. Initiated it. I just followed like a blind puppy. So, it was probably both of our faults. I growled, turning away from her as I grabbed the pillow from under my head and held it over my face. Of all the things to happen, this had to happen. When Dorinda found out about this, my chances were going to be blown with her. Not that I had any before, but still, I had my hopes.

I wanted her and a life with her. I wanted to marry her, in a State, or province that would allow it, and then build a house in the country with her. I wanted to even have fucking kids with her. A bunch of little kids running around. We'd take turns, picking donors and getting pregnant until we had six little brats. The pillow was still over my face, and I began to hit myself over and over again, groaning and cursing my stupidity. She was the only one, and I mean the only one, that made me feel that way. And it was stupid to even be thinking that way, when she was as straight as a fucking arrow, shot from the bow of the best archer in the world.