~{Dream}~
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Crystal was swinging on a set of swings at a park. Her boyfriend at the time, Tyler, was walking up to the park. When he reached where Crystal was, she jumped off the swing and hugged him. They were smiling and talking; having a good ole time.

They walked up the road from the park, to Tyler’s house. They were sitting on the couch, cuddling and watching a movie. Things were going great, until they started making out. Tyler was trying to get Crystal to have sex with him, and when she wouldn’t he got on top of her.
Pushing her down, he tried to take her pants off, eventually succeeding.

“Tyler stop! No!” She cried.

Crystal was so terrified; she tried to push him off, to no avail. She tried to get to her phone, but it was sitting on the coffee table out of arms reach.

She kept pushing Tyler’s hands away as he would try to take her underwear off. Finally, she managed to get up enough strength to push him off. Tears streaming down her face, she jumped off the couch, grabbing her pants and phone.

“Wait! Crystal wait…I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to!” Tyler yelled, trying to stop her from leaving.

She pulled her pants on with one swift motion, grabbed her shoes, and bolted out the door and into the street. More tears started pouring down the fourteen year olds face. She stopped for a moment to put her shoes on, then started walking down the street again.

Her whole body ached from how hard he was holding her down. She lifted up her shirt so she could see her stomach; she had huge purple bruises over her hip bones and on her pelvis area. Seeing the physically damaged only made her cry worse.

She was hungry, scared, and a long way from home. She just walked back to the park and sat on the playground equipment.
__________________________________________ My eyes popped open, and everything was dark. I didn’t know what time it was; I barely remembered where I was. I had sweat covering my forehead, and my heart was beating fast. I hated having that dream, but it visited all too often.
I gently laid my head back onto Nickolas’ chest, soon falling back asleep.
_______________________________________ I awoke to the morning sun shining brightly through the crack in the curtains. My mind was completely clear, and the depression was surprisingly gone. That’s what a good fuck’ll do for you. Hahahahaha.

I rolled off of Nickolas and onto my back next to him. I wiped the sleep from my eyes and stretched.

“Good morning beautiful.” I looked over to see Nickolas awake. He was looking over at me smiling—I smiled back at him. “Last night was pretty great…you were pretty great.” He said, while stretching.

Wow. This is such a weird feeling. I never thought I would hear those words uttered; I’ve never had a one night stand before. I swore I would never sink so low. Just…wow.

“Yeah, you were great yourself.” I shook the thoughts from my head, and smirked.
“Wanna join me in a shower?”
“I would love to.” Where the fuck did this not shy, super confident, Crystal come from?

We both climbed out of bed and made our way towards the bathroom.
___________________________________________ The warm water trickled over my body, feeling magnificent. Nickolas was washing himself, which was a nice sight to behold. Gosh, he is riiipppeedd. I stood under the flowing water, leaning my head back so the water would soak my hair.

“God, you are beautiful.” He was gazing at my body. His compliment made me smile up at him. He’s really tall too.
______________________________________________ We finished the shower and were getting dressed. I pulled my underwear on, then my bra, then my slid my dress on.

“Hey Nickypoo…will you zip this for me?” I said in a cute tone.
“Did you just call me, Nickypoo?” He asked, smiling, while zipping my dress up for me.
“Maaayybbbeeeee.” I just smirked at him. I adjusted my bra and bent down to get my shoes.
“I think,” he made his way over to where I was standing, “you should call me that from now on.”
“Oh do you now?” He cupped my face, leaning down and kissing me.
“I,” he kissed me again, “do.”
“So that means I’m going to be seeing you again?” I found myself smiling.
“I would love to see you again.” He kissed me again before walking into his closet.

He came out with grey suit pants on, a white unbuttoned dress shirt, and a black tie in his hand.

“Well, don’t you look handsome.” He walked over to me and pulled me into his arms. I buttoned up his shirt, and put the tie around his neck. He then tied it and straightened it. He looked so handsome, I could barely keep my eyes off him. He grabbed his suit jacket off the chair and kissed me.

“Well babe. I hate to say it, but I have to run. I’ve got a meeting in an hour.” He kissed me one last time. Then I remembered why I had come here last night: the heroin. Should I ask him for it? Would it be weird if I did?

“Oh…I almost forgot. I remember the reason you came last night. You just have too pretty of a face, too nice of a body, and too nice of a personality to ruin with drugs. But…I’ll make it up to you by taking you on vacation with me, when I go to Paris next month. Sound like a deal?”

I must say—it’s a little hard to wrap my head around the fact that I whored myself out to get drugs to kill myself with. Now the guy wont give me the drugs, (I don’t really want them anymore, anyway). Instead, he wants to take me to Paris…with him…this handsome guy. WHAT IS LIFE?

“Sounds like a deal to me.” All I could do was smile. At least he cared enough to not let me ruin my life.
“Great, babe.” He beamed at me. “Let me put my number in your phone, so you have it.”

I took my phone out of my purse and handed it to him. He put his name and number in my contacts.

“There. Feel free to text me anytime.” He handed me back my phone, still beaming at me.
I followed him out of the apartment, and into the elevator. Giving him one last one hug, I made my way to my car. So, this is what the ‘walk of shame’ feels like.
______________________________________ I was left with so many questions...so many feelings. I just decided it was best to push them all away.

Sitting in my car, I looked at my phone to see if I had any missed calls or texts. I had 5 missed calls from Ashley, 5 texts from Ashley, 2 texts from a number I didn’t recognize, and 1 text from my friend.

Text messages:
Ashley:
Hey…answer my calls.
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Ashley:
Are you okay??
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Ashley:
Crystal, answer my calls, please L I’m worried about you.
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Ashley:
Crystal…I’m really worried about you. Call me A.S.A.P..
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Ashley:
I guess you must’ve fallen asleep...I hope anyway. Goodnight Crystal. Please call me when you wake up.
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Unknown Number:
Hey Crystal.; it’s Andy. I’m sorry for just storming off earlier. That was fucking rude of me.
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Unknown Number:
Hey…It’s me again. I’d really like to see you tomorrow—so we can talk in person.
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Johnny:
Hey…how’s it going? Is he being good to you?
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I decided to call Ashley back, to explain things…or just tell him I’m okay. Seeing Andy today is going to be awkward and pretty painful, but I’ll do it.

The phone rang a few times before Ashley answered.

“Hello?” He sounded like he had been asleep. I looked at the time: 7:32 a.m. Oh shit, I probably woke him up.
“Hey. It’s Crystal. Sorry if I woke you up.”
“Crystal! Hey…I’m so glad you called. I was…I was worried last night.”
“I’m sorry. I’ve been struggling with depression pretty bad lately; last night it was kicking my ass. Haha. But I’m fine now…everything is fine now.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. Hey, you want to come over? I’d love to have someone to cuddle with.”
“Ahh, and it doesn’t take long for the sex-obsessed Ashley to wake up.” I joked. “I would love to hang out…It’ll take me awhile to get there though.”
“Why?”
“Well…I’m sort of up in Kansas City right now.”
“What the hell are you doing all the way up there so early. That’s like…what…70 miles away.”
“I…I kind of spend the night with…some…a…a friend of mine, who lives here.” I hate lying, but it would kill me if he thought I was a whore…I kind of am a whore. But that’s beside the point.
“You had a one night stand with someone?” He seemed pretty amused at the idea.
“No…well…uh…sort of.”
“Tell me the truth.”
“I don’t want to…”
“Why? Is it really that bad?”
“No…well…it will make me sound really fucked up. Then you won’t want to hang out with me anymore.”
“You aren’t going to sound fucked up, and nothing you do could make me not want to hang out with you.”
“Aww….well, after I hung up on you I was really depressed. I wasn’t thinking straight, and I became suicidal. I felt pretty worthless, and didn’t want to be alive anymore. So I decided to kill myself I was going to overdose on heroin--that way no one would know it was a suicide. I called an old friend up, he gave me the hook up. I went to the guy’s apartment. And holy shit he lived in a penthouse in this huge apartment building. My friend told me that in order for this guy to give me the drugs, I would have to have sex with him…so…I did. But when we woke up this morning he said I was too pretty to let me ruin my life with drugs.” Silent tears started rolling down my cheek.
See, the thing is; when you explain something to someone, it makes it a lot more clear in your own head. The truth hurts.
“Holy shit, Crystal! Are you alright? Did he hurt you?”
“No-- he was very gentle and caring. It sounded a lot more fucked up explaining it to you, than I ever realized it was. I feel so stupid now.” More tears came running down my cheek.
“It did sound pretty fucked up. You just weren’t thinking clearly; I understand. I’ve done a lot of stupid shit when I’ve been drunk. I just…I just never took you for a girl who likes one night stands.”
“Because…I don’t.” I sobbed. I hate crying! I never cry, and now suddenly, I’m crying about everything.
“Oh, Crystal don’t cry…please don’t cry.”
“I feel like such a whore…”
“You aren’t a whore; I’m a whore.”
I giggled at his comment and wiped my tears away with the back of my hands.
“Can I still come over? Andy said he wanted to talk to me in person, too.”
“Of course! Get you beautiful ass over here!”
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I pulled into my driveway about 8:30 a.m. I needed to go home and change before going to see Ashley.

I stripped off my red dress, but before I threw it in the laundry basket, I held it up to my nose; it smelled like Nickolas. I continued to take all the clothes off, and put on a fresh pair of underwear when I was done. I walked over to my closet and grabbed the day’s outfit.It was a pretty chilly fall day; only 50 degrees. I decided I would wear something comfy. I threw on this, before leaving the comfort of my warm home.

I made my way through the chilly outside air and into my car. I backed out of the driveway and began the short trip to Ashley’s house.
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I made my way out of the car, quietly closing its door behind me. I crept up to Ashley’s front door, but before I could even knock, a shirtless Andy opened the front door. He immediately pulled me into a tight hug, wrapping his arms around my waist. The smell of nicotine and two day old cologne filled my nostrils, making me cuddle closer to him. It’s an extremely weird feeling to miss someone you’d only see but a couple of times. But I did; I missed him.

“Good to see you too, Andy.” I joked.
He let go of me and we ventured inside.
“Ashley’s still asleep. I was on the balcony smoking a cigarette and saw you pull in.”
“Oh haha I was wondering how you knew I was here.”
“Yeah.” He smiled. He actually smiled, holy crap. He pushed the strands of hair that were falling in his face, back up to their place on the top of his head.

I followed him up the stairs and into the room he was staying in. He flopped down on the bed, and patted a spot, asking me to lie next to him. I got onto the bed and crawled over next to him. What happened next surprised me…

Notes

Well hello there! Cliff hanger! Muahahahahahahaha! >:)
Sorry if it's a crappy chapter. Some questions were answered in this chapter, but there are more to find out :) Is she going to end up dating Nickolas? Is something going to happen between her and Andy? Is something going to happen between her and Ashley?? Sooo mannnyyyy quuueeesssstttiioonnsss.