Try - Sequel to Let Me Love You

Chapter 4

*Sarah’s POV*

I woke up to see a blue wall. Blue? I have green walls. I looked right and I looked left. There are 2 guys on either side of me. I must have had a threesome last night. The boys were quite fit.

I stood up and immediately felt pain in my lower area. In the front and back. Shit. This is going to be a challenge getting back home. And I thought I had tons of shots, so shouldn’t I---

I groaned. Fuck. There is the headache. Fuckity fuck. This is great. I looked at the guys, who were basically spooning.  Laughing quietly, so I didn’t wake them up, and so I didn’t hurt my head anymore, I decided to write them something.

Hi boys!

No you guys did have sex with each other, I think. You had a threesome with me. I had to go though, so peace. Round 2 when I see you next time?

Kisses,

Sarah xoxo

That should clear up their worries. I looked around and found my dress. I slipped it on and grabbed my silver pumps. Before heading out of the room, I checked my hair and makeup in the mirror. I cringed. I had sex hair, and my makeup was smudged. I found a random pony tail holder and put my hair up in a messy bun. I then grabbed a wash cloth and scrubbed off my makeup.

Much better. That didn’t look as if I just had sex, all though the night clothes were a pretty big giveaway. I couldn’t do much else.

I pulled on my pumps and ignored my pounding headache. I’d get some Advil when I got back. Thank god I left my phone and keys at home. If I had brought them, I would have lost them by now, or they would have been stolen.

I stepped out of the house and was greeted by sweltering hot air. Well, it wasn’t freezing cold like London.

I kept on getting rude looks from people on the sidewalk. Well, at least I got some last night. I think you need to live a little. You can’t live life if you sitting behind a desk all the time. Maybe try some weed or LSD. That’s good shit.

I was passing a family when the mother shoved my shoulder and said, “Don’t you work at night, whore?” Normally I can deal with this, but there was something about her that got me pissed.

“Well, at least I got some last night. From what I can see, you haven’t gotten any since your little boy here was born.” I whispered back.

She gasped and turned around. “How dare you say that!” I looked at her for a good 10 seconds not moving. She did the same.

“Shit.”

“Sarah? Is that you?” The lady asked. Yep, she could still recognize me. Guess the blue hair and tats didn’t how her off.

“Um, no I think your thinking of someone else,” I started walking away. I wanted her to stay far, far away from me.

“I think I can recognize my own daughter!” Well, that got the attention of my brother and dad who were walking away. Fuck.

“Sarah?” My little brother Derek asked. He stood looking at me, bewildered. “And I was saying I would tap that. I just said I would fuck my own sister.” He muttered. I smirked. I guess I was hot…

“My daughter is a whore!” My dad yelled outraged. We had a little crowd around us. I though I saw a cop car pull up. It was Mark. Mark was chill, and always made sure I was treated well behind bars.

“Well, I’d rather be a whore and have a good time than be perfect and suffer.” My parents gasped and were speechless. My brother snickered and someone in the crowed yelled ‘true dat!’