Glass House

Coke High Corruptions

Katie's POV

"I'm sorta kinda fucked up," he slurred at me. I chuckled.

"Well I just need a ride home, if you don't mind."

"No no no! Stay on the couchhhh. I'm sure you don't wanna be there wit him," he said. He scrunched up his nose a little. I really didn't but my god that wasn't my place. I literally just met this dude.

"Alright. But I'm actually sleeping on the couch," I said. He nodded, saluting me. I laughed, rolling my eyes. "How far is your place?" I asked.

"Tha's a good question to be honest." I laughed again. He was shit faced. There was a moment of silence, making me check my phone. Zack had texted a few times that he was sorry. Rage still coursed through me, even though I was afraid he was right. "I think we're close." The car came to a stop, and the driver rolled down his window. I could hear him typing in a code of some kind. I looked through the windshield to see large metal gates. They swung open slowly. We drove up a slight incline, and then turned slightly. The drive was a half circle, the front of the house at the back. The driver got out, opening Kells' door. Kells went up the three small steps, juggling his keys. The driver opened my door. I got out, glancing back at the car. I considered asking the driver to take me home. I heard the keys hit the pavement. When I turned around, Kells looked frustrated. He locked eyes with me as I walked closer to him. "My bad," he said. I picked up the keys.

"Which one is it?" I asked.

"Uhhhh. It's silver." I rolled my eyes.

"What else?"

"It has a little sticker on it. It's a flower sticker Casie gave me," he said with a half smile. Casie was his daughter if I remembered correctly. I found it, shoving it in the door. A robotic voice echoed. "Finger print required," it spoke. He put his finger on a small pad next to the lock. It made a small 'chhhck' noise. The lock flipped on the inside and he turned the handle. He stumbled in, looking up the steps that were slightly to the left of the front door. The house was lit up nicely, as if people were home. I wondered if his daughter was there. I chewed my thumb nail, realizing that I was in his HOUSE. There was no way he let girls come over here this easily. How drunk was he? "The living room is this way." We walked to the right, entering a large room with a huge white sectional couch. There were two recliners on the left side of it, facing a large flat screen TV. The coffee table was white marble, and the floors were very slick linoleum.

"The couch looks comfortable," I said. He smirked at me, walking closer. He grabbed my waist.

"Perfect spot for me to finish what we started," he said in a low voice. I swallowed hard. He kissed me, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He licked my bottom lip and I let him in. Our tongues glided against each other. My whole body was pulsating. The kissing became more intense, as he pulled my waist against him. He reached around and pulled my dress up just enough, grabbing my left ass cheek. I jumped, not expecting it. This was totally blowing my mind. He's so hot, and he was kissing me. He was trying to sleep with me. Zack's words played through my head. Was he right? I didn't care. My coke high made every touch so such more intense. Electric shocks coursed through my torso. My hands were shaking, and I could feel my legs shaking ever so slightly too. I reached down and grabbed his growing bulge. He groaned into my mouth. He reached the hand, that wasn't on my ass, up to my neck. He squeezed firmly. My mouth vibrated against his. I felt him smirk in the kiss. He pulled his hand away from my ass and gripped my hip harshly. He pulled away from the kiss, his face centimeters from mine. "Do you taste as sweet as you look?" He whispered. I moaned out load, my knees buckling. He quickly wrapped his arms around my waist, catching me. He chuckled lowly. He brought his lips back to mine, and I raked my nails down his already shirtless body. He bit my bottom lip lightly.

"Dad?" I heard a small voice. We both jumped back from each other. He cleared his throat, looking at her and then me.

"Hey Case, I'm sorry. Lemme put you back to bed," he said walking over to her. "Why you even up?"

"Who's that?" She asked sternly. I swallowed hard, trying to straighten my dress out.

"Just a friend Case. I'm sorry, let's go upstairs," he said. He grabbed her small hand and lead her upstairs. I laid down on the couch, wrapping my arms around myself. I laid there, my thoughts racing. I couldn't believe that his daughter just walked in. This probably NEVER happened. Why did I go to his house? What was I thinking? How could I be this stupid? My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of feet coming down the steps.  "Here's a blanket and a pillow," he said, me sitting up. I took them from him. The pillow was white, and the blanket was a soft baby blue color. I had never touched something so soft in my life.

"Thank you," I whispered. "I'll leave at 6am, I promise."

"For sure. And uh yeah if that's alright... sorry bout all this," he said, rubbing the back of his head.

"It's okay... good night." I rolled over, shoving the pillow under my head. I heard his foot steps disappear upstairs. I covered myself in the plush fabric and closed my eyes. My mind wouldn't stop. What if we had gotten here sooner and been further along in the act? That would've been terrible for her. I felt so bad. I tossed my body over to face the other direction. He shouldn't have brought me to his house. I used him; he's most definitely cross faded. Why did I do that? I turned over again. I sighed deeply. I felt tears pushing towards the edge of my eyes. His daughter looked so sweet. His HOUSE? There's no way I should've been there. A tear slipped out of my eye and ran across my nose and dripped right into the pillow. I rolled my eyes, angry at myself for being so emotional over nothing. I needed another line. I sat straight up and grabbed my phone. I wasn't sure what time I had gotten there but the time on my phone was 5:48am. I got up, folding the blanket. I realized I had never taken my shoes off. How high was I? I put the blanket on the coffee table, and laid the pillow on top of it. I grabbed my phone and headed out his front door. I looked down the long drive and realized the gate was gonna need a code to get out. "Fuck," I said to myself. I sat down on the porch. I needed a cigarette and I left them in Zack's car. I unlocked my phone. The battery was on 32%. I shrugged, hoping it would last long enough. I opened Facebook, seeing that my mom was posting about Jesus. I scrolled past, seeing Zack had posted at 3am.

Zack Frazier
Girls are just as fake as boys🤡 change my mind☕️

I rolled my eyes, scrolling past. The front door opened behind me.

"I figured you were out here," Kells morning voice washed over my body. I got chills.

"I didn't think about the gate." I turned my body.

"I know," he paused to laugh, "I can let you out." He was in a black wife beater and a different pair of sweats. His hair was a little messed up but not terrible. His eyes were droopy. I was mesmerized by his arms, and his neck. He had such a good complexion. I bit my lip, looking to the side. I was trying so hard not to stare. His left hand was in his pocket and the other was up on the door frame. I could feel my heart beating between my legs.

"That would be greatly appreciated," I said, smiling. He smirked, breathing out. He reached behind himself into the house. I heard the gates start opening. "Text me if you need anything... like I mean drugs. Drugs of course. I-I mean what else? Ha! Anyways bye," I rambled on. I turned quickly, squeezing my eyes shut. Stupid.

"Yeah I'll catch you later.. dork," he said with a chuckle. I felt the butterflies in my stomach as I got closer to the gate. I exited, turning right. I walked down the side walk at a fast pace, no clue where I was. I opened my phone, realizing I needed to call Zack. I pressed his name, and put the phone to my ear. I knew that it was going to get worse before it got better.

//it's only just begun 😬\\