Chapter 1

CeCe's P.O.V.

I sighed closing my locker as I looked to my right to see the locker that used to belong to the love of my life. It was now taken over by some seriously awkward kid that can't even mutter a greeting. They weren't here thankfully but still knowing that Rocky isn't beside me anymore sucks; I wonder if she's even in school today. I feel a tap on my left shoulder and I turn knowing exactly who would be there. I plastered a smile on my face and greeted the people who have been by my side since the sudden leave of a certain brunette.

"Hey guys!" I said in a cheery tone, trying to avoid what I already knew was coming.

"CeCe drop the act we know you miss her." Nicole states calmly as she leans into her girlfriend, Michelle's, embrace. I drop my smile and let out an irritated groan as I lean readjust my purse on my shoulder and lean against my locker once again closing my eyes.

"Is it really that obvious?" I hear Michelle chuckle sadly and nudged me a bit, making me open my eyes and stare at them sadly, meeting their sympathetic gazes as well. "Is it my fault? She left so suddenly and with no explanation. Then she starts acting out of character! From skipping class, to missing school completely, her grades dropping to barely passing grades. She's been put into basic classes with me and Deuce for gods sake!" Michelle quickly puts a hand on my shoulder, rubbing it softly, trying to calm me down. I finally let a few angry, frustrated tears leave my eyes and harshly wipe them away. "I hate not knowing what's wrong, I hate knowing that this isn't Rocky. I hate that my Rocky is gone and I'm left with this girl I don't even know anymore; its like she died in that hospital bed that day." With that, the most known, lesbian couple of the school lead me to homeroom.

Rocky's P.O.V.

I waited patiently in the living room in some skimpy outfit that was left for me on the coffee table. I felt disgusted with myself but at the same time I knew that I was a slut. I worked for money, for my father; that was who I am and not that successful prude that cared so much for school. My father and his friends made that clear to me; I've learned. I looked up at the time and saw that it was a minute till eleven o'clock. I quickly stood up and walked over towards the front door and stood as I was taught to when daddy dearest were to come home. I stood straight, hands interlocked behind me resting below my lower back, head hung starring down at the ground like I was not worthy of gazing into his strict eyes. I soon heard the jingling of his keys as he unblocked the door and pushed through. I swear I could hear his grin on his face as he turned to his colleges.

"See that boys! She's welled trained." He laughed along with his friends and I couldn't help but feel a sharp stab to my heart. He treats you like shit! You should be fighting back! What happened to that smart aspiring young women that I once knew!I felt my brows scrunch together as the angry thought began to fade away. Where did that come from and why does that voice sound so familiar? It wasn't my mother's and it wasn't my own either. I quickly wipe my face of any emotion as I felt a hand run over some of my exposed skin. "Today's the day boys," a hand grabs my chin quickly and forces me to look up and I met by my father's evil grin with a similar glint in his brown eyes, "my little girl works her first shift." Without even looking around the room I can already tell that there are at least six older men accompanying him and among these men is Ty. He is stood right behind our dad and he locks eyes with me and I can tell that he had been crying previously.

I study his face and notice a bruise forming on his left jaw and his busted bottom lip with dried up blood. He was dressed in a black hoodie with some beat up blue jeans and one of his old pairs of Nike high tops. I grew concerned. Since the day we were taken from the hospital, I rarely saw my brother, then barley a week later he left and never showed up again. However, a little over a month ago I over heard a conversation about finding him or something but since I hadn't seen him I didn't believe anyone. From what I had heard my father started having him work another part of his so called 'company'. I wasn't told specifically what 'department' he placed me in but I already guessed what it was on my first night of 'training'. While I heard about all the things I would be doing in meetings, that were held every few nights, I had never heard a thing about what Ty was put up to do.

"Shouldn't we tell her who her lucky first customer is?" I watched as Ty visibly cringe from the question our father grinned widely.

"Why of course, they deserve that, at least." He grabbed Ty and pushed him towards the couch all while dragging me over to the couch as well making me sit beside him. "Raquel, your dear older brother Tyson has come back home sweetie." I could help but feel my stomach tighten at the look of his smile as he pulled out a small bottle and a syringe from his pocket handing it over to Ty. "Go on Tyson." I watched as Ty took the drugs and expertly, even with his shaking hands, filled the syringe and push it into his arm after quickly rolling up his sleeve quickly. My eyes widen as I saw Ty smile and relax into the couch as the heroin quickly took it's effects. "Feel better son?" Ty nodded, still smiling. "Meet your first customer Raquel." I felt sick but knowing how my father worked I smiled and quickly got closer to Ty, placing my hand on his inner left thigh, rubbing it slowly. "Excited?" I slowly nodded and smiled more as Ty turned towards me with the same lazy, hazed eyes as I did.

"More that you would ever know." Ty placed his arm around me and I leaned closer into him and ran my lips up his jaw line and across his lips. God I feel fucking gross; I seriously want to barf. I heard our father laugh and we both turned our heads to look directly at the man that set this up.

"You two can start a bit later. I would like to make a quick meeting with all of us here." Curtis finally motioned for everyone to gather around so they could hear before taking about drug sales, prostitute statuses, and possible moles. However, as the meeting when on I guess Ty had a bit of sanity left because I felt him draw a message into my inner thigh saying.

"I'm going to get us out… TOGETHER!"

CeCe's P.O.V.

I sighed as I rested my head against Michelle's shoulder and listened to a story Tinka started talking about. Yeah, after the whole entire ordeal of loosing her brother and all that stuff we surprisingly let her into our group. It did take a few months for me to actually trust her but she actually became a really close friend to me. We had one common ground; Rocky. As much as the rest of the group doesn't want to talk about her, Tinka and I have had our moments at my apartment saying how much she had changed and how that the Rocky we had been recently seeing around school wasn't the Rocky we all knew and love; or in our case fell in love with.

"So I guess just because I'm from another country without all these high-tech-do-hickeys I'm not smart enough to be in an advanced placement class." I couldn't help but smile a bit while she huffed in her seat while Michelle and Nicole just giggled or chuckled at her rant.

"Nah Tink, I'm sure they're just jealous of your awesomeness." I reply with a small smile, that she returns. At the little gestures Nicole couldn't help but look at us weirdly.

"Woah, when did you two become all buddy-buddy." She giggled. "The last time I saw you two together, all you guys did was argue." It was true; it's only been a week or two since our last argument about whatever pointless topic and it's all been mutual greetings and talks ever since we came to the conclusion that we should be here to help each other through the change instead of bitting each others heads off. We came to that conclusion when we saw Rocky leave school early one day with a random older guy when she thought no one was near by. Turns out me and Tinka found out that she abruptly left her class and sought out for her just to find her leaving at the same time. When the car left we both came out of our hiding place and saw each other with wide eyes immediately asking what the other was doing. I told her I was trying to understand why my girlfriend, which she corrected to be ex-girlfriend, only making me angrier and irritated; was acting so weird. She then said that she was trying to understand why her ex-girlfriend was no longer the sweet, smart, loving girl she fell in love with. When silence only filled the room she told me that she knew that my intentions were the same and that I shouldn't hide it from her either. From then on there was a truce.

"CeCe and I thought it would be better for us if we just made amends and help each other through this troubling time. Besides, who knows… Things could blossom between us." She winked at me before laughing a bit as I bit the inside of my cheek and let out a laugh of my own. That, however, was new. I only noticed last week that Tinka had been hinting about a crush on me but I never reciprocated any feelings because I knew that she was only jumping to the next best thing, or at least I hope that's what she's doing or maybe distracting herself from the loss of her brother, since Rocky is no longer an option and no one else would give her the time of day.

"Tink you're so funny." I smile softly and if I wasn't still so hooked up on Rocky, I think I would have gone ahead and had a chance with the foreign girl, I mean she's really pretty but she isn't my Rocky. God I miss you baby…