Sugar

He Wants To What?

For those who don't know, the above tweets were sent to me. Crazy right!! I don't know how many of you saw them and responded but I was so overwhelmed with messages and retweets on my video, it was amazing. My phone has been blowing up for days. So I just had to share this. BlackStainedRoses even started following me on twitter after that and you all are welcome to do the same <3

On to the real stuff... A Sugar update that is sure to get you rethinking the direction of the story. 

I was glad when I didn't have to face him the next morning. Trying to pull myself out of bed proved harder than expected. I was so sore that I couldn't hold up my own weight. I laid in bed for hours playing on my phone just hoping that I'd have the strength to get up.

I finally drug myself out of bed around 11:30. I was so sore but in a way it almost felt good. It was sort off fucked up in a way. I loved the morning after feeling of being sore after a good night's fucking but this was like ten-fold. I grabbed a change of clothes and a towel and decided that a good hot shower might help the ache.

I was horrified when I looked into the mirror. I had a combination of bruises and love bites on my neck, shoulders, and chest. I looked down and my arms where I'd been tied up and both elbows were bruised all the way around. I found more bruises as I took my clothes off. It was no wonder I hurt so bad.

The bath did help. I was atleast about to move a bit easier.

I went out into the kitchen for some breakfast and then I remembered there was no food in the house. I did however find a note that had been left behind for me by Andy.

Morning baby,

Have a good day. I'll see you tonight.

<3

My heart lurched into my throat. He really acts like this is a relationship. Is he going to pretend that last night didn't happen? Because I can't. He essentially pushed himself on me when I told him to stop. He'd hurt me, badly too.

And what's with the fucking heart? It made me so angry that I crumbled it up and threw it away.

I am not a doormat. Just because he's paying for me to stay out here does not give him the right to treat my body in any way he sees fit. I was going to have to stand up to him whether I wanted to or not.

I'd heard about sugar daddies turning abusive and that was not going to happen to me. Andy was going to listen or he was going to lose me. It was the simple. I was not his toy.

I left the apartment for breakfast. Until I talked to Andy I refused to use his card he'd left me and I spent my own money. I did a little shopping while I was in down town. In case I did choose to stay I decided to buy myself a few new articles of clothing that I was sure Andy would like.

I'd never been to LA and I did a little sight-seeing while I was there. I had this sinking feeling that I may not be here for too long and I should make the most out of my time.

My phone goes off in my pocket and it's a number I don't recognize.

"Hello?" I say hesitantly.

"Where are you?" You don't even have to guess who was on the phone, do you?

"Hello to you too." I scowled.

"Where are you?" He repeats himself.

"I went down town for a bit. Is that a crime?"