❝And she did the drugs for fun But now she does them just to stay up❞ --------------------------- I'm a half smoked cigarettes girl, a tiny tops and eye glitter girl, a quick and cheap girl. The female version of a playboy. Sexy, sweet, sour, anything they want. I'm a Pink Whitney girl and a football players bitch. I'm the sob story, the "dead by 27" dead eyed future druggie. Otherwise known as Kaitlyn Thomas. I suppose this will either be my story, or my obituary. #1 in musings #2 in alcoholism # 282 in high # 191 in beauty # 98 in addiction # 28 in sensual # 9 in playgirl # 101 in drugaddiction # 172 in highschoolsweethearts # 164 playboy # 224 in teenpregnancy

[THIS IS A REWRITTEN VERSION OF THE OG] *** WARNING: Contains extremely triggering and mature content in almost every single chapter in this book, read at your own discretion. *** "That's not a fair deal." She whispered, more to herself than to me. "I know." "Sleep over but with no sex?" "No sex." I confirmed. She pursed her lips together and clenched her hands on the sides of the cabinet. Her eyes flitted over to the remains of two lines of ket. There was still a dusting of powder on the side. "Fine." One word. It was a miracle. I was certain she'd say no, but I'd wanted to try anyway. "No one can know." She reaffirmed. But as soon as those words were out she scraped the remaining powder onto her finger pads and snorted it. *** Cassie Moore is a walking mystery, but the ghosts of her childhood are neither glamorous nor intriguing. She is broken, and the perpetrator stays hidden in plain sight, taunting her with her very existence everyday at school. And one day, it all comes to a climax and her entire world shifts. This is a beautiful romance between two people who love each other more and more every day that goes by. Two people who better each other, a boy who sets a girl free. This is a journey between a girl and her emotions that are continually working against her. This is a tale of how two misfortunate people grow out and with each other in adversity.

His hands itch for another game of cards, just one more round is his life motto. If he isn't losing money from the round table, he's losing it to his unstable mother. He's in a constant cycle of addiction until he sees her, with streaks of pink and blue in her hair. He's immediately intrigued, especially when she opens her mouth. She's always itching for another anxiety pill but she tells herself she's more than just her anxiety, it doesn't help that her father being in and out of jail helps. She lives her life a hundred miles an hour to match her constant heart beating until she sees him, a cigarette hanging between his lips and cards in his hands. This is Jaiden and Imogen's story. These characters are from my book called Locked Eyes, I recommend you read that first. Book 1- Locked Eyes Book 2- Gambling Love {All Rights Reserve}