Blend (Kellic)

Chapter 1

I woke up early the next morning to find Oliver still sleeping. I got out of his bed, put on my clothes, grabbed my phone. Before I walked out his house, I searched for his wallet. Once I found it, I grabbed a grand and walked out his house. Something Oli doesn't tell many people is that he is actually loaded with money, he just lives a "poor" life so people will like him for him, even though he acts like a rich asshole anyways.

I walked to the street to hail a cab. I didn't want to walk the hour walk out would take to get to my house. I did this almost every day now: wake up and leave without notice. It's a crazy life I live, but because of my past I really don't have many other options.

I grew up in Florida, but all this happened to me when my mom died and my dad didn't know how to take care of me. He was always the one to go out and work, basically he got the money, while my mom stayed home and took care of me. My father didn't know how to raise me really. He was scared and when he first got my mother pregnant in their senior year of high school, he strictly said he wouldn't take care of me, but he would pay for everything for me.

He would always tell me that I don't deserve him and that I should leave him and go to a better home, one with a father who knew how to take care of me properly. He said that he ruined my life and even tried to kill himself once before. But I saved him, because he may not know how to raise me, but he tried. When my mom died, he stopped talking all together. He was already in a deep hole from thinking he ruined my life, but that just tipped him off the edge. He didn't care what I did anymore at that point, and that's exactly how I lost my virginity at the young age of twelve, to a fifteen year old boy who told me that I could trust him. He even told me he loved me.

But as this was all happening I could have cared less about those three words. I could have cared less if he would have just fucked me and left me there crying the next day. I could have cared less if he was going to steal the little amount of money I had saved up or not, because in that moment, nothing but pleasure consumed my mind. I still remember his name. His name was Riley. He was a blond fuck boy but back then, I was innocent and didn't know right from wrong. After that day, I was with men and women alike all the time. The longest I had a "girlfriend" was for two weeks. And the longest I had a "boyfriend" was three.

And my father didn't care. I wouldn't be surprised if he heard what was going on in my room all those nights. He was too scared to approach me, so he never did. Didn't talk to me once for those five years, besides the occasional 'hey'. The only time he did approach me, was the day I turned eighteen years old. He gave me a red velvet cupcake with a single blue candle sticking out the middle, and an envelope. The envelope held cash, $50,000 to be exact. It was enough for me to get to New York, and try to survive. My dad said that once I got there he'd send me more money. But he never did.

And of course when I got here, I was out late at night exploring, wearing my favorite pair of booty shorts and a tank top, and I got hit on. Of course me being me, I quickly led them back to my hotel room. And that's how I found Justin. He introduced me to his buddy Alan, and the three of us have been tight ever since.

Its been a crazy three years, and still counting. Its hard to think that all of this happened to me just by being born at the wrong time by the wrong people. But I put all that shit behind me and keep going with what I have, and I don't have much but that doesn't matter because I can at least know I can walk these streets with a smile cause I fit in with the rest of this busy place. I feel normal.

As soon as the cab pulled over, I put my hand on the door handle before it could even stop all the way. I got in the car and looked at the driver. He looked at me through the rear view mirror and I looked back at him, only seeing his eyes.

"Take me to this address," I said and handed him the paper. He turned his body around and faced me taking the paper out my hands. I didn't fail to see that he was beautiful, and well knowing me, this probably wasn't going to end the way he thought it would.

"Thanks beautiful," I said with a smirk. He looked taken back but then he looked at me again through the mirror after turning back around.

"I know about people like you. I'm new to this job, and I don't want to lose it so don't try with me," he said. I giggled at his attempt to avoid my flirtatious antics.

"Aw baby. I won't tell if you don't," I said flirtatiously, moving my body right behind his chair and putting my arm on his shoulder. He tensed up and moved away from me.

"Get out," he stated.

"Oh how rude! But, I'm a paying costumer!" I over exaggerated, whipping out a wad of cash and fanning myself with it. He shook his head at me and grabbed the money out of my hand and started driving towards Justin's house.

About half way there, I got a text from Alan.

Alan: dude, we have an emergency.

Me: What now ugh

Alan: Justin got cheated out his money.

Me: On my way. Hang tight.

I sighed a loud, deep, stressed out sigh looking up from my phone. I realized we were almost there.

"Something troubling you kid?" the driver whose name I have yet to learn spoke.

"Yeah. Just don't look down on me because I'm probably nothing but a stupid whore to you. But its a lot harder then people let on to be."

"I don't. And don't worry, I've had my fair share of encounters with people like you. Hell I even have friends in the industry," he said and I frowned.

"Once you caught up in shit like this, it becomes more then just an industry. It's a lifestyle."

"Don't let it bother you too much," he said sounding genuine which made my frown fade away. But not because I believed him, but because he treated me like I was human for once, and not a robot like everyone else around here. He pulled up front Justin's.

"Thank you uhh..." I said trailing off so he'd get the gist that I was trying to find out his name.

"Gee," he said and I smiled.

"Kellin, nice to meet you, and once again thank you," I said getting out the car and closing it behind me. I made sure to grab one of his cards before I closed it, because something tells me if I ever need a ride, he'll help me.