Simply Sinful-Josette ✔

C H A P T E R 34

You know how some say that smoking is a stress reliever? Well for me right now, sex is a stress reliever, especially if that person was Nate. He didn't know what was going on in my life and he didn't need to know what was going on in my life, but things between us was casual sex at least to me, it was, but to him, I wasn't sure because he was being a hell of a lot nicer to me than I would have expected. It may have been because of the sex.

From the second that I had sex with Nate, like full on sex with him for th efirst time, I knew that there was no going back and I also knew that there was no moving past this. So what else s better to do rather than to continue having sex with him, as a strss reliever? Which meant that yes, I was kind of using him, but I was also using him as he was using me.

Each time that we would have a bad day, we would call each other up, make arrangements to meet and then do the dirty, but it was more than doing the dirty, we were doing the bad. It was exciting for the both of us, more for me because the thought of getting caught just made everything seem a lot hotter in my eyes. The thing was, I was getting tired and not because it wasn't good, but it was because I was literally exhausted from the amount of sex we were having.

I say this because the next time that I had called up Nate was after I had come out of that hell hole, the hell hole which I hated living in, the place where I was forced to stay and it was obviously because of the fact that the asshole himself, had made a threat and it was directed towards Joey, so I decided to fuck whomever he wished for me to fuck and trust me when I say that I feel gross.

However since I had a fucked u mind, I thought of the whole ordeal as more of a joyous thing and it was getting too much for me to the point where I couldn't concentrate on my homework or the basics in life. I was practically wet and thinking about Nate at the worst times and I didn't even call him up when I was horny!

Anyway, back to the part where I had to go back to the hell hole where I used to live. After I had gone into the house, the asshole was smirking at me and it was like he was pleased to see me standing there and I knew this because he had this smirk on his face, as if he was wanting to jump me right there and then, which he would have done, but he couldn't because I had clients to attend to.

To say that they were rough motherfuckers, would be a total understatement. But to say that they didn't care for my pleasure, was a total lie. There were three men in the room and they paid big bucks to the asshole so they could stick their dick inside me and it felt like I was sinning, doing the wrong (which I had been doing), but it felt too good.

The more grosser part of this story would be the fact that they were in their early forties and were married and I was praying that they didn't have kids, but I highly doubt that God was on my side at all for this. I knew he was going to spread his wrath on me sooner or later, but for the minute, I had enough money to keep the asshole from getting suspicious, which was good enough for me.

Anyway, after I had come back from the asshole's house, obviously sneaking out after the big guys fell asleep along with the drunk asshole, I came back to the house, but it had only been around two in the morning, so I went to Nate's place and we fucked till the very early hours of the morning, but I had enough time to get out of his place just as he fell asleep.

Now, I was so fucking tired because this week was a whole load of...well, being fucked. Thankfully, this week was almost over and that kind of meant that I could have a lay in at the weekend. The only problem was that I needed money because I was earning anything and I felt sick to my stomach because I couldn't afford to get a place for Joey and I.

So I had decided to go and look for jobs that had of pay, for teenagers of course. It shouldn't be too hard to go to the library and make a resume before giving it to the people that are hiring. Right now, my goal was to get at least two jobs before it got to my birthday, which was left than a week away and I wanted to get some sort of experience.

I was pretty low on cash and if I could get a job that paid me good money per week, then I would be okay for at least six months, which would get me a place to stay with Joey by the time I was half way through being eighteen. So this was what growing up was like? Terrifying, but I couldn't moan or whine a lot considering that I was pretty lucky right now.

There was one thing I was regretting though and that was not seeing Joey a lot more than I should do, only because I was trying to handle school work, avoiding Drew as well as the sex and keeping the asshole from calling me. Something that was deeming hard to do because the asshole would ring me once, a day and he wouldn't get the hint when I didn't pick up.

I was planning to make it up to Joey by getting him to see mom, the only reason why I wasn't taking him with me today was because I didn't want him to see her in case she was out of it today and she was worse than before. Yeah, she was supposed to be out of hospital, but she collapsed because of something, dehydration I think it was and got sent back to the hospital.

What I'm hoping to achieve when I get to the hospital was that she was okay and looking healthier, maybe a smile if it wasn't too much to ask but this was her and staying in a hospital can make a lot of people miserable. I, for one, didn't enjoy hospitals a lot but I didn't mind them either, they're here to help aren't they?

I walked to the room that my mom was in, knowing that she would be in the same room because I had made sure with Nate before I came here. There was a small smile on my face as I thought about Nate because as caring as he was, he never failed to show me his rough side, meaning the rough sex side. He looked like an angel on the outside, but he was a demon on the inside. Damn.

Walking into the room that my mother was supposed to be in, I was surprised to see it empty and the only person that was currently in there, was a nurse who was making sure the sheets were okay. I gave the room an odd look before walking to the nurse and giving her my mother's name and she smiled at me, but it wasn't a huge smile.

'Sweetie, she's been discharged already.' She told me and I thanked her before leaving. Wow, the second time I came to know from someone else that my mother wasn't in the hospital any more; maybe there was something more to this. 'Was she giving the go ahead?' I asked, worried that the asshole may have forced her to leave the hospital for his own sick pleasure.

However, my theory was wrong because she nodded her head and even gave me a clipboard as evidence. I gave it back to her before leaving the room and then the hospital, wondering what to tell Joey and if I should tell him at all. Fuck, I was a bad sister. I didn't even ask if he wants to see his mom, but he would have told me anyway if he wanted to see her, right?

Shaking my head, I continued these thoughts until I actually got back to Drew's house. I heard quite murmuring in the kitchen and the front room I think along with the sound of kids' giggling. Then I caught the eye of Katya who winked and smiled at me, letting me know that Joey was all right. So I walked upstairs, wanting to just have a shower then get down to some homework.

I got to my bedroom and saw that Drew was in there and I couldn't help but smirk, weird, I know. 'I think you miss me too much.' I said, folding my arms across my chest. On purpose, my boobs made themselves bigger (okay, I made them bigger). 'Baby, I know how big your boobs are, don't have to be a slut every time. If you want to fuck, you can just say but you have a boyfriend.'

'Who says he's my boyfriend?' I asked him, whispering in his ear after I walked to him. He shivered underneath my touch and I moved away, grinning away at him. Drew smirked at me and tried to walk away, but I held a hand to his chest and I stopped him from walking away. 'I have a present for you, big boy.' I whispered, feeling bolder than I would do.

Just as I tried to unbutton his jeans, he stopped me by putting his hands around my wrists and pulling me closer to him. 'I don't like being used, sweetheart. Fix up your act, if you're going to live under this roof.' He said to me, pushing me away from him and suddenly, I felt like had been embarrassed, which had been done, but worse. 'Drew?' I said and heard him stop walking.

'Happy birthday.' I said, I didn't him do anything, but after a couple seconds, my answer was the door to the room slamming shut. I closed my eyes and ushered the tears away. I think it might have been the first time that someone had aid no to having sex with me, but it hurt even more because the person that said no to me, had been Drew.