Satin

Chapter 1

Dallas's POV

To say I was nervous was an understatement. My boyfriend and dominant, of three years, Simon, and I were now engaged and to celebrate we invited our closest friends to dinner. Most of our friends were in the lifestyle and we hang out with them regularly. Then you have my bestest friend in the whole wide world, Madeline.

Madeline and I met in a troubled youths therapy group. I was there because I had been having nightmares and such about my abusive father that my mom had left. I was also starting to act out. Smoking weed and skipping class, things like that. Madeline was an orphan who was jumping around foster homes. With the jumping foster homes, she jumped around schools so she wasn't able to keep any friends. Until me. When we met, we hit it off so well.

I got better though. I quit my bad habits after I realized how stressed it was making my mom. Madeline on the other hand spiraled even more out of control when one of her foster parents began abusing her. She ran away after they attempted to sexually assault her.

I lost contact with her for a year as she hid, waiting till she turned seventeen and the state stopped looking for her. I met her again when she waited outside of my school one day. I barely recognized her. Her blonde hair was jet black, she had snake bites, had three piercings in each ear, and an eyebrow piercing. She also had illegally gotten a tattoo with a really good looking fake ID. The idiot got a bat tramp stamp. It wasn't like a harsh black tattoo. It was pretty and well done. The tattoo was the outline of a bat, and the inside was a nebula design.

After reuniting my mom let her move in with us. When I found out she dropped out of school I was really disappointed in her. Nothing I said convinced her to go back.

When I was nineteen I met Simon and he introduced me into the BDSM lifestyle. I did inform her about our lifestyle because she is too observant and would notice if I can't sit down or if I was eating out of the norm. She was supportive of me and did research with me on the lifestyle so she would know what would be red flags, because my relationship with Simon wasn't like what she was used too. Then again she wasn't used to relationships. She did one night stands.

It was a year after Simon and I got together, my mom got sick. My mom was close to Madeline, treated her like her daughter. When the breast cancer took my mom, it hit us both hard. I leaned a lot on Simon and ended up neglecting my best friend. I had been so wrapped up in my own grief that I didn't see she was hurting too.

It lead to us having a falling out when she approached about the power to the house getting shut off because the bills didn't get paid. Madeline wasn't able to pay them because legally she couldn't because everything was now in my name because my mom left everything to me. The fight got so out of hand, we verbally tore into each other.

To this day, I can't remember what she said, but it caused me to back hand her. I was horrified at what I had done. In return she punched me. Punched me good to be honest. I was already horrified at what I had done, but when I saw that her lip was bleeding, because of what I did I puked my guts up, unable to stomach it.

As I was puking, she walked out. When I recovered enough, I tried calling her, but no answer. So I had called Simon. I broke down to him on the phone and I had been severely punished, but the punishment didn't come until after he helped me find her.

I thought I had screwed up my friendship. I thought she left because she was running from me. No, she went to my mom's grave to tattle on me. She was taking the walk to calm down and give me the chance to calm down. She'd knew I would call Simon, and that's what she wanted me to do.

Simon then sat us down and made us talk it out.

After we put our grief to the side, we made up and our friendship is stronger than ever. It was two years ago, but I still hold regret for that night. She shrugged it off as us knocking some sense into each other, because she knows I would never hit her to hurt her, I did it to get her to shut up. I spiraled emotionally after that, because I felt like I had turned into my father. I ended up falling back into cutting, but it only lasted a month before I had a wake up call from Simon.