Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 102136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Rudge sought out a tree stump nearby and bent down. Reaching into his cut, he pulled out a packet and poured some white powder onto the stump. He cut it into lines with a razor blade from his cut and snorted the coke with rolled up paper he happened to have in his pocket. “Whew! Fucking snow! My fucking best friend in the world!” He sniffed, rubbing his nostril with his hand and I saw his eyes fucking light up as the drug hit him. He handed me the rolled paper. “Want some?”
I wanted to get this fucking shit from my head. I wanted the people I’d killed to stop haunting me. Wanted Slash to stop haunting me, blaming me for his death. I wanted Flame to be okay. Wanted Saffie to stop breaking the fuck down, because she was trying to do good by me. She needn’t bother. I was fucking damned, there was no redemption.
“Yeah,” I said, and took the rolled-up paper out of his hand. Rudge cut the coke into lines for me and I snorted. The moment it hit me; numbness spread like wildfire throughout my body. All my pain and the agony plaguing my mind disappeared. Finally, I felt was fucking free. I closed my eyes and felt nothing. Sweet. Fuck. All. I’d never felt this fucking good in my entire life.
“Fucking good snow, eh mate?” Rudge said, smiling wide. I opened my eyes. “Here.” He handed me the packet. “Take it.” He also gave me the blade and rolled paper. “I got more where that came from.” He nodded to the packet. “You need more, I got you. That’s grade ‘A’ fucking cocaine, my friend. My dealer is the shit.”
“Thanks,” I said, and just breathed in fucking fresh air. My lungs had never breathed so good. No pain. No tight throat. Just sweet fucking air.
“So, baby Flame, what’s your preference?” Rudge asked. I frowned in confusion. What the fuck was he talking about? “You like sticking your wick in the pussy or arse of a club slut?” I shrugged my shoulders, too busy loving the ability to breathe right, to not be thinking about anything but this sweet fucking feeling rushing through my blood. Suddenly, Rudge got in my face and shouted, “No. Fucking. Way!” He grabbed my arms. “Mate, please tell me right fucking now that you’re not a virgin, that your dick has at least been sucked or wanked off. That you’ve t-bagged the shit out of some whore’s mouth?” My silence told him everything. Rudge slapped my cheeks with his palms. “Then pull it the fuck together, baby Flame. Tonight you’re handing in your V card. I’m gonna find you the filthiest, dirtiest slut to ride your pole all the fucking way to come-dump heaven.”
Rudge grabbed the back of my neck and pushed me into the barn. “Brothers, did you know we have a fucking virgin in our midst!”
“Rudge, keep the fucking volume down,” Tank shouted and shook his head.
“Fuck you, arsehole. I’m gonna get our Lil’ Ash here a tight pussy to fill.” I laughed, the sound ringing strangely in my ears. But it felt good. It fucking felt good to laugh. “You, in the red dress, get the fuck over here.” A bitch with long blond hair came over on Rudge’s command. I fucking froze as she ran her hand up my chest.
My dick hardened by the second. She had long blond hair. If I strained my eyes enough, she looked just like… “Saff,” I murmured. My voice sounded fucking weird as it spilled from my mouth. “Is that Saffie?”
“Laura,” the slut said in my ear. She bit my earlobe. “But I can be anyone you want me to be, gorgeous.”
“Full works, sweetheart,” Rudge ordered. “And wrap him up first. Don’t know where you’ve been pushing that rancid pussy.” She put her hand in mine and headed for the door. Her hand felt nice in mine. I liked someone holding my hand.
Zane jumped in my path. “Ash.” He looked to the slut, then back at me. “You don’t have to do this. Think about it.” He stepped closer to me, ignoring the slut running her hands through his hair. “You don’t want her. You want someone else and we both fucking know it. Don’t fuck that up. Not for club pussy. You do this, there’s no fucking coming back from it. It’ll crush her. You know who I mean.” Saffie’s face burst into my mind. Zane stared at me, trying to make me change my mind. My stomach started feeling strange as I thought of Saffie. But I wasn’t any good for her. I ruined everything. I wouldn’t ruin her too.
Pushing past Zane, the slut led me to the forest. I stumbled on the grass, whiskey running thick in my blood. I glanced down at her hand. Everything was blurred. I caught sight of long blond hair… Saffie? Was this Saffie? No. That’s why Zane had tried to stop me. But Saffie was too good for me. This was a club slut. I deserved a club slut.