Chapter 3 wild and free
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My life was beyond normal.
I went to school and hung out with the worst kids.
I was now 15.
Yes.. At 15 I had already slept with more guys than my hands had fingers and it was all because I was looking for something I had lost when Hendrique left.
The safety I felt with him was now my deepest longing.
But no one could give me what I had with him.
Tonight was Friday.
I got dressed up and ready to go out clubbing.
I was heading out when my grandmother stopped me.
"Celine... Again... Why are you doing this...?"
I loved my grandmother but she was the culprit in my eyes.
I had this deep resentment toward her for not saving me when I was younger.
Its not her fault but I had to blame someone.
My mother was no where to be found, so she was the only other person I could blame.
"I am heading out, it's my life and I will decide what to do with it... Bye... Don't wait up for me."
I just walked pass her and out of the house.
My current boyfriend was outside waiting for me.
Enter Marshall.
Marshall was 21, he was hot as hell and very rich, he was also involved in the underground drug ring, so it was the easiest way to get my fix without having money.
I jumped into his car.
I fastened my seat belt and kissed his cheek.
"Hey handsome... Sorry to keep you waiting.."
He smiled.
"Nevermind, let's get going I have something special planned for you.."
Marshall looks different tonight.
I just smiled back and nodded.
We drove deep into the city.
I watched as the lights passed by, sticking my hand out the window catching the window in between my fingers...
This was the one thing that made me feel free.
We soon stopped in front of a huge house.
I looked at Marshall.
"Come... Your surprise is inside..."
I un buckled my seat belt and opened the door and got out.
Marshall took my hand and we walked up to the door and than Marshall took out a key and unlocked the door.
He pushed it open and we walked inside.
The walls were full of pictures of us.
Pictures I don't remember taking.
Making my way further inside I walked into the living room full of flowers and candles.
On the wall was a big heart...
"Marry me Celine..."
I felt Marshall's hands wrapping around my waist from behind as he whispered into my ear.
"Marry me... I want to spend the rest of my life with you... I want to..."
I pulled out of his embrace.
He looked shocked.
"Celine, what's wrong..."
I looked at the picture and the flowers and took everything in.
I felt nauseated by it all.
Marshall took a step toward me.
"Stop... I can't marry you Marshall... Its... No I'm sorry.."
Marshall watched me as I grabbed my bag and headed to the door.
He grabbed my arm.
"Celine.. Please... I can't live without you..."
He said and I looked into his eyes.
Deep dark blue eyes.
The tears sitting on the edge waiting to spill over.
"Marshall.. I am 15...not 18... I really am sorry..."
The thing is..
When we met a year ago in a nigh club Marshall thought I was 17 because I had a fake ID and well I never got around to twll him as he always said he hated lies so I kept quiet not knowing he would get this deep into my heart.
The realization on his face was evident.
Than just like that it was back to his serious expression.
"I don't care... I love you... I don't care... Just don't leave okay... I will wait until your old enough for us to get married... So please say you will stay... Celine please..."
I couldn't.
He was a wonderful man although he was also a drug addict and a dealer he was wonderful.
It broken me to see him like this but I knew I wasn't worth his love.
He deserves the best and me I was trash.
I didn't say anything, just walked away.
I was walking down the street when it started raining.
In my life, whenever I had a bad experience it would rain...
Sometimes I wonder if it was really the heavens crying at my misfortune.
I finally got to the underground club.
Completely soaked but still in the mood to party.
I headed inside and soon I was getting drunk.
I had many guys buying me drinks and a few gave me my drug of choice in exchange for something they wanted.
Most of the time it was a kiss or having me rub up against there d***s while dancing and it was fine with me.. I didn't care.
I was dancing when I felt hands on my hips.
I looked back to find Marshall behind me.
He pressed me hard against his chest.
His one hand on my inner thigh and the other making me look at him.
He pressed his lips to mine.
I didn't resist, his lips were my other addition.
We started making out while we danced.
Marshall turned me around and picked me up.
I wrapper my legs around his hips.
He carried me off the dance floor and over to the table he was sitting at.
He placed me on the table, and pushed my skirt up.
His was standing in between my legs.
He took something out from his pocket.
It was his drug of choice...
Ecstasy...
He placed one of the pills into my mouth and the other into his.
This was the love drug...
We called it this because you would have s*x multiple times without ever remembering it.
Thinking about it I understand why he had pictures of us but I didn't remember taking them.
After a few seconds I felt him lift me up again and than we entered the booth.
He laid me down and pushed my skirt up more before pulling out my thong.
Than he undid his belt and opened his zip.
He took out his d**k and pulled me onto him.
He slipped into me.
I was now sitting on top of him.
We kissed and rocked back and forth with the music.
This wasn't the first time.
In underground clubs like these it was normal to have s*x with people all around you..
And this was what made it so much fun.
We f****d in the booth than on the dance floor, him taking me from behind and than later in the bathroom and lastly in his car.
After we had s*x he started the car and drove me home.
He kissed me goodnight and than left.
It was already 4am and the sun was rising, in two hours I had a bus to catch to the school field trip.
I walked into my room and laid on my bed.
Urg..
I was so tired..
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