SWEET SWEET SUGAR // 18+

Prologue

KELSEY

I'm fucked. Literally, figuratively AND properly-- fucked.

I can't believe this shit. Can you believe this shit? Because I sure as hell cannot.

So, here's the reason behind my consistent grunting and gagging. My sweet stepfather, Gage Sanderson-- the filthy rich dude my mom married three years ago because we were almost evicted from our apartment-- has made sure to ruin my life. It's like the only reason he married Mom is so he could control me and have a say in everything in my life because he doesn't have his own kids to torture. He's not my biological father-- who I never got to learn of since he walked out on Mom before I was even born-- and it's only been three years since we've known each other. Yet, Mr. Sanderson has the audacity to act like he has the right to have an opinion on everything I ever do.

Sure, I live under his roof and use(d) his credit cards for other stuff. Sure, I spend his money a lot. But, that was the deal! The only reason I even agreed to Mom marrying this otherwise shoddy looking guy was so he would pay for my living expenses! Our living expenses! If I'd known earlier, I wouldn't have ever let Mom get anywhere near this son of a bitch. A rich son of a bitch, but a son of a bitch nevertheless.

Last night was a haze, okay? I was utterly shitfaced and high. Some stupid DJ guy from a club downtown offered us girls a strange bunch of colorful pills that looked like sugar candy. We were already pretty drunk from the tequila shots, so obviously we weren't thinking straight. Of course, we ended up taking those weird pills. It could've gotten us killed, but a drunk girl can only think of so much precaution!

I'd downed two of those pills with a shot of tequila. It burned my throat, almost gagged me, but then eventually-- the pills had begun its magic. I swear to god, I'd started seeing stars. My feet felt lighter than a feather, and I couldn't even feel the floor underneath my Jimmy Choo heels! It was like I was floating mid-space! A couple seconds later, it felt like I was standing on the moon! I'd glanced at my best girl Sierra, and she looked fucked. I bet I'd looked like that too. Her eyes were bloodshot red, her tongue was a striking shade of neon blue. She was sweating like crazy, and she wouldn't stop touching herself like a total freak.

The rest of the night faded into a blurry memory of me probably humping the DJ dude's lap and giving him handies... or blowies, I can't tell. Maybe handies. I can tell apart the taste.

Although those pills fucked us up, sent us straight out of the galaxy and made us party with bunch of green big-eyed aliens with skinny arms and legs, it was a terrible idea. Te-rruh-ble. That stupid DJ guy took all my money. The sneaky little bastard took my stepdad's bank cards and cashed out as much as 10,000 dollars.

You can imagine how things went after that. I woke up with my puke stuck to my face and hair in the middle of the garden. I literally threw up into the fountain of my stepdad's fancy estate. The gardener first poked me on the cheek with the back of a rake, to check if I was dead. I'm sure I looked like I was, so I don't blame her.

As if I'm not already the luckiest bitch on earth, today's a Sunday. Gage Sanderson is home. So when I tried to sneak in through the front door like a stupid idiot, he immediately caught me. And then he called Mom over to the living room. With her presence, he casually sipped his coffee and then announced that he'd canceled my credit cards. Literal doomsday shit.

Still, I wiped the sick off of my lips and put up a fight. I told him that I'd sneak in while he's sleeping and choke him in his sleep. Mom hissed at me when I threatened him with that.

"Go and get yourself cleaned, Kelsey," Gage calmly crossed his legs, his narrow lips became a thinner line "you're dirtying my living room."