Sweet Addiction

Chapter One

I blew the cigarette smoke from my mouth as I looked up at the cloudless night sky. I was what they called an occasional smoker. I only smoked when I had too much stress and that night...I had too much stress.

I lost my job just because one of the girls was screwing my boss and she wanted my position so my boss had to choose between me and a hot pussy...you can imagine what he chose, right? Well, it didn't matter to him who he threw out or what their situation was.

At that moment I was two months behind rent, and I got my fourth notice just that morning, my stepfather took my mother on a cruise ship around Europe yet my mother had always been my lifeline and I had a bunch of relatives who didn't want anything to do with me.

In short, I was screwed.

I pulled in the spicy smoke again and locked it up in my lungs for a couple of seconds before I let it out in a sigh. My mother always warned me about smoking. She said every cigarette halved thirty minutes of my life. I couldn't care less if life was as hard as what I had to endure.

My friends took me out that night as a way to cheer me up but the more I stayed in that posh bar with a cologne that could turn you asthmatic even if you weren't and the pompous bastards that looked down on you as if you were a mere insect in their soup, the more I contemplated about the possibility of me taking my life right then in that alley—not because I couldn't live anymore but rather so that I wouldn't be in that bar anymore.

I raked my hand through my raven hair and turned to the back door that had just swung open. A tall lanky man in a gray suit came out with his female partner and they staggered to one of the dark corners. Their giggles and moans made me want to gag. Didn't people have any modesty nowadays?

There were clean toilets for crying out loud—or at least a car because if the man could afford that suit, he sure as hell could afford a nice car!

This was some sort of a joke for my friends and I could go on and say that they enjoyed seeing me struggling in life. They had good jobs, one of them had a husband and a beautiful two-year-old. The four of us had been friends since high school and now it was no longer friendship—we were like sisters.

But out of all of them, I was the one who wasn't doing very well in life.

The three of them thought to take me out and try and raise my spirits, maybe let me meet some hot, rich guy who would agree to pay for my rent and find me a job.

Fine, I was a little short on money at the moment....but I wasn't that desperate!

At the age of twenty-two, I was independent and my mother believed in me to make it in the world on my own—it's the reason she didn't invite me to go along with her and Stuart on the cruise—oh, that and the fact that they were celebrating their tenth year anniversary.

I was a little envious of my mother. She wasn't able to find love with my father but Stuart loved and cared for her. Nothing much had changed between them ever since they got married. I could feel love still radiating in both of them every time they were together. I wanted something like that for my own one day....but I would not find it in the back alley of that bar, I told myself as I dropped the butt of the cigarette and stepped on it as the couple in the dark corner became loud and feverish. I rolled my eyes and looked down at my watch. It was a little to one a.m. and it was about time I went back home since I had to start job-hunting pretty soon before I found myself out in the streets!

I didn't hear the movements of the man behind me until I was about to open the door and enter the toasty entrance when he suddenly pressed his hard body against my back.

My eyes widened in shock and then anger rocketed through my veins as I pushed hard back trying to dislodge him. I wasn't overly surprised by this because I was in a fucking bar with three-quarters of its occupants drowned in alcohol, seeing warping rainbows and flying ponies in front of them by now.