A/N: Please review!! Even if you don't like it, please. . . . Then at least I'll know what people think.

The rest of the week passed like Monday with a few exceptions. Big Dick was out of town again, and I wasn't planning on sticking around the house, not that I did when he was home anyways. Dick and Cassidy were downstairs playing video games when I walked downstairs in full party gear. I looked like a slut, and Dick was sure to tell me that. "Nice outfit Katie, you have seen Pretty Woman right? 'Cause I don't know if you know, but shit like that doesn't happen to the regular hooker."

"Thank-you Dick, for your compliment, you know how I love them." I said sarcastically

Dick continued playing video games while he spoke "I'm having a party tonight. . . . are you gonna be here?"

"Dick, are you that stupid? Do you think I dressed like this for one of your stupid parties? Please, I have way better things to do." And I did, I was going out on a date tonight, well okay, a double date, and I didn't know the guy, it was a setup- but still, that was something I usually didn't do, and now here I was, nervous as hell. . . . with no drugs or alcohol in my blood, and I wasn't sure I could pull off the whole sober thing all night long.

I was wearing a short black skirt, with fishnets and 4 inch stiletto heels, with a bright red shirt that was more laces than solid fabric. My black hair was tied up in a messy 'do, and my makeup was very daring to say the least.

I hated every minute of the date. Fortunately I refused to let them pick me up, and chose to drive to the restaurant. My date, Chris was totally boring, and looked like he was still a virgin. I managed to get out of it within the first half-hour, and made my way home.

By the time I got there, there were a bunch of jocks and cheerleaders dancing, and drinking. Half of them looked like they were freshmen. I hated it, so I left, heading to a friends of mine. I crash there a lot, and they have some awesome weed.

I've done other drugs, but weed isn't the same, when you're coked up, you feel like you can go on forever, but when you smoke weed, you feel ravenous, which is good for me, because the rest of the time I can barely eat anything, I guess I'm too scared of getting fat or something. . . . I don't know.

I used my key to get into Jason's apartment, and just sat down on the couch, he was in his room with a client, so I just waited. I didn't mind.

While I was waiting, I decided to pour myself a drink, so I walked over to the kitchen and poured some black rum straight. It tasted nasty, but it wasn't the taste I was after, it was the effect.

I don't remember anything else, I just remember waking up the next morning next to Jason. We sorta had the whole friends with benefits thing going for us. We both knew that we wouldn't be anything more than that, and we were just fine with it.

I made my way home by eleven, and Dick was still sleeping. Cassidy was awake though, he spoke when I walked in. "You should've told us that you were going to stay out all night."

"Cass, I hate to be the one that gives you a reality check, but when have you ever cared about me, and what I do. . . . and what happens to me."

"You're my sister, of course I care about you."

"Haha, very funny, where's the camera?"

"I'm serious, and you need help."

"Yea, well too bad you didn't think of that all those years ago."

I walked upstairs, and pulled out the flask behind one of the many pillows on her bed. I started my own drinking game, one shot for every time that someone told me they cared about me, then stabbed me in the back. By the end I was wasted when Dick stumbled into my room looking to see if I was there, and if I would help him clean up the house. I got up and started cleaning with him, he knew I was wasted by that point, but he just pretended to not notice.

By three, the entire house was clean, and we were exhausted. Cassidy had gone out somewhere, and I was left with Dick. For once I felt like talking, but that was probably just the E that I'd taken earlier when they weren't looking.

I just started blabbing to Dick, while he sat there looking at me with a stupid look on his face, like he was trying to pretend to concentrate on what I was saying, until I stopped talking, then he spoke "Shit, what're you on? Can I have some?"

"Dick, you don't need anything to act funny. . . . you already are."

"Bitch." he said as he walked away, leaving me in the kitchen by myself.

I suddenly got the urge to eat chocolate, a lot of it. I opened the fridge to see a cake. Half of it was gone when I was heading upstairs for my bathroom.

The chocolate cake was out of me in half the time it took to eat it. I found myself just sitting on my bathroom floor, not moving. Dick came in, saying "Katie-Lynn," in his winiest voice "It's like seven, and Me, Logan and Cass are hungry."

"Dick, you're eighteen, and so is Logan, and I'm sure that between you, him and Cass, you should be able to find the fucking phone book, and order fucking take-out. . . . If Kendall can do it so can you!!!" before I knew it I was yelling, and running downstairs, running into Logan in the process, who had been standing in the living room. "Watch it!" I yelled, running past to my car, which was parked half-hazardously in the driveway, I was only slightly aware of the tears running down my face.

I only remember driving to a club that night, I think it was called thin or something. . . . I can't really remember- I know I say that a lot, but it's true, and since you're still reading this, you must be interested. I woke up the next day in my bedroom, with my clothes still on, I never bothered to ask Dick or anyone how I got there, I already knew- it was Dick.