Beg For Daddies (COMPLETED!)

Chapter 1

Evelyn's POV

I stared down at my body in the mirror to find myself feeling and looking slutty. I generally don't dress like this. Actually, I tend to cover up as much as possible. But now that I'm turning 18 in three days and my best friend Emma is taking me to a club to celebrate.

I didn't want to go. I wanted to go to the park but she said I had to go to the club like every other normal teenager would. I scoffed at that but didn't say anything else. Why can't we go to a park? It's so peaceful there. And I don't really like my attire.

I went to my dresser as Emma got on her heels and changed out all my piercings to black ones. I had a septum, both sides of my nose pierced, my tongue and bellybutton pierced.

Why would such an innocent girl like me wear so many? Well, it was to piss my parents off and it did the right job. That day, when I got home with them, they had beaten me up so bad, I couldn't move for days.

Like really. I've always been abused by my parents. My dad drinks and my moms on so many pills I can barely see how she sits up straight. Sometimes, I wonder why they don't let me go. I mean, I am a burden on them, so I can go out and earn for myself.

Then I realize why it would never happen. That was because they wanted a person to slave for them for free. They would beat me senseless and leave me to suffer in silence. I hate them for the way they destroyed my childhood. To pacify me, they would buy me whatever I wanted. That doesn't mean I forgive them. I may not hate them enough to do something rash, but I never liked them either.

"Hey girl, be quick or we'll get late." Emma said.

'I am coming!'

I wore my last piercing and grabbed my purse which contained my phone, some money and my fake identification. Then I bolted out of the house to Emma's car which was parked. Then we were off to the club.

Once we got there, we showed the guy our fake IDs and walked past him. Emma walked straight to the dance floor while I walked to the bar and asked the bartender for two shots of whiskey.

I am not a lightweight. Actually, it takes quite a lot for me to get drunk. I downed the shots without a second glance while signaling the bartender with two fingers. He quickly poured me two more shots, knowing exactly what I meant. After downing the first one I felt two men sitting on either sides but I didn't think much of it and downed the other drink.

"I think you should slow down, little one." The guy on my right side said.

I rolled my eyes in response. Who are they to stop me? Why should I listen to a stranger? Ah, yes. They are strangers. They may have bad intentions.

"I don't talk to strangers." I mumbled as I nodded at the bartender and he poured two more shots.

"I'm Mason and this is Marcus. Now we aren't strangers."He smiled, taking the shots from my hands and passing it to his partner, who I guess is Marcus.

"Look, I can take care of myself. I know what I'm doing." I stated as the liquor started affecting and I got braver every minute.

"No you don't. Now stop drinking."Marcus said in a stern tone and I locked eyes with him for a few seconds before I turned my head to the bartender who smirked. Even that guy found this entertaining. At least someone is enjoying life.

I put up two fingers and the bartender looked at Mason, not pouring my drink. I realized that Mason was shaking his head to signal the bartender to stop pouring me any more shots.

"Look, thanks for the chat but I'd like to drown my sorrows so leave me alone." I mumbled as I put my hands in my lap and my face on the table. My left cheek pressed on the table as I looked towards my right and closed my eyes.

"And what sorrows are you trying to drown in, my little girl?" Marcus asked. When I realized what he had said, my little side jumped out.

The side which I hide from others. The side which makes me behave like a little girl. The side which I don't want my parents to see. Ever.

" Please, just give me the drink back." I whined, still not opening my eyes or moving.

"No" was Marcus's stern reply.

"I need another shot." I said as I looked up at the bartender who was about to pour me one when someone stopped him.

"Chris, I will fucking fire you if you finish pouring that." Marcus gave the bartender a look which made him stop right away.

"You can't fire him. He's one of the best bartenders ever. He's actually trying to help me unlike you two strangers." I tell him.

"I don't care princess. I can fire whoever I please. This is my place." As he said that, my eyes widened and I looked over at Mason who was smirking. He nodded his head to confirm Marcus's words.

"Oh my! Please don't kick me out. I like this place" I practically cried out as I looked over at Marcus who furrowed his eyebrows.

"Why would I kick you out?" He asked.

"Cause I'm underage." I whisper to him and his eyes widen.

"How old are you?" Mason asks from behind me and I guess he heard me too.

"18 this Saturday." I said.

"You're 17? And you're in a club? Not to mention drinking!" Marcus yelled and I flinched at his words. Tears pooled in my eyes, but I didn't cry . Instead, I just nodded my head to answer his questions.

"Whoa, Marcus calm down. you're going to scare her." Mason said as he pulled me into his chest. There was a strange feeling in my chest. What's happening to me? Am I drunk already?

"Why are you so mad? People do it all the time." I mutter as Mason's arms tighten  around my waist.

"Because," he said through gritted teeth and you could almost see his veins popping up.

"Oh wow, be careful." I whispered more to myself which I don't know how he heard despite all the noise. His hands came closer to grab my face or something and I flinched. When I say flinched, I don't just mean lightly back up. No, I mean turn around completely and hug Mason. That's how bad I flinched. It's just a reflex, considering my abused life.

"I-I wasn't going-" Marcus starts to say as I whimper into Mason's chest. I peeked a glance at Marcus who sat there with guilt and regret all over his face.

Just as he was about to say something else, I started to see dark illusions moving towards the bathroom. This only happens when I forget to take my anxiety pills. I tried to recall when I had last taken them and couldn't remember.

I tried to not focus on the monster in the dark, but I couldn't help it. My breath started getting faster and my heartbeat increased. Sweat dripped down my forehead and it got  harder to see as black blotches peppered my vision. Just before I passed out, someone picked me up and told me that everything would be fine.