Chapter Two

Crawl inside me, find me where I am most broken and love me there

CADEN'S POINT OF VIEW

Club Blue was hot as ever as I entered, bustling with life, sex, sin, alcohol and drugs. I walked down to Rye, I dipped my hand into my back pocket, bringing out some cash as I handed it to him, he nodded in understanding as he took the cash from me, handing me the Heroin.

I walked out with it in my back pocket, ignoring the naked girls calling out my name. I was heading to my Apartment when my phone rang, without checking who it was, I picked it, shouting

"Don't fucking call me again Rosa!, infact I'm fucking blocking your number. Fuck off!" I was about to cut the call when I heard a voice I never thought I would hear again.

"Cade?"

"Danielle?"

I met Danielle in Smallville last year, which was where I met Fiona, I've been trying to move on, trying to forget them.

"Yes, Cade it's me. What the fuck is wrong with you. Are you okay, Please tell me you are not high right now. Who the is Rosa? Why did you even up and go like that?" She said rushing the words out.

Fuck. I shut my eyes breathing deeply, they need to leave me alone, she need to leave me alone.

"Why are you calling me Danielle? Are you bored, Is Xavier, your boy toy not enough for you?" I said coldly.

She was silent for a while till she said "Fuck off Cade. Xavier left me" and with that she cut the call.

He left her? I always knew he was up to no good. I chuckled sadly, pot calling kettle black.

I stumbled into my apartment locking the door behind me as I sat on the floor, I brought out the White Horse in my pocket. I grinned at it, my best friend. I poured it on a plain sheet of paper, brought it closer to my nose and I snorted it in.

I did it repeatedly, enjoying and relishing in the high. I'm no good for anyone, for Fiona, Danielle or even Kai. I'm no good for anyone, my mother is a prove of my uselessness.

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"No daddy!" I scream

"What Cade! You're worthless. Are you going to go to those shitty cops again!" He says dragging my head, it hurts.

"No!, I'm sorry. I won't tell!" I cry out, trying to free myself from his hold.

"Oh yes, you won't tell. I'll make sure of that, you bastard child!" and with that he shoves my head down the toilet, water rush into every holes in my head.

I fight it but it's stronger than me.

I reach out trying to scratch his hand, hoping he'll free me but that only annoy him more, seeing as he dips my face harder into the water, my head hit the ceramic because of the force, I don't feel the pain much cause it's under water.

Fighting the water with everything in me, I begin to grow weary, as if sensing my weariness, he drags my head forcefully out of the water. I gasp, coughing out toilet water, I fall to ground as he releases my hair, hitting my bleeding head on the floor, making pain shoot all over my head, I grip my head feeling a thicker liquid over it as I curled like a ball, crying my eyes out.

"Take that as a warning, next time Victor would hold your hand and it would be worse than this. Bastard child! I don't know where Roseanna got you" I hear Da --- Vincent say.

I wrap my hands round myself as I cry and wish for Mel, her hugs are needed in moments like this.

"Fuck!" I groan as I sat upright, these dreams never cease, bringing back fucked up emotions of the past, making me relieve the fear of an eight years old. I groan, digging my hand into my hair, I can still feel the taste of toilet water in my mouth. I got up from the bed, seeing that I have just 30 minutes to get to class, I made my way to the bathroom.

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I walked out of the Law Lecture room, feeling content with how the class went.

There are few things that can make me smile, one: Drugs, two: Law, three: Juice World and NF songs. The zeal and passion behind this never burns out, hopefully I'll make a very good lawyer, one that can't be manipulated like those shitty ones, maybe I'll be able to save a family, even though mine wasn't saved, hopefully though, hopefully drugs doesn't kill me before then.

I walked into the Apartment, percieving the smell of pasta, and there's only one person could be in my apartm -- our apartment cooking, Kai Parker, my roommate and best friend. The worst cook, he's not been around lately, he's been sleeping over at his boyfriend's place, at least one of us is having a nice love life.

Speaking of love life, I met Fiona at Smallville and we started dating, it was fun and amazing. I met her friends Danielle, Xavier, Violet and Damon. I grew attached to them even though I knew I shouldn't. I was in too deep. I got scared and I broke up with her over text, that was the lamest thing ever. I didn't know she applied here. She opened up to me and I hurt her, I just hope I never see her again but considering the fact that we are on the same campus, it's going to be hard but I can try. I try to forget last night, but seeing her was unexpected.

I opened the door, walking in, I heard voices from the kitchen. Is Kai with someone? I told him not to bring anyone into the apartment, not even his lame ass boyfriend, Alaric. Its not like he listen though. I'll fucking break his neck. I dumped my bag on the couch, storming into the kitchen.

"Parker, I fucking told you not to bring anybody here" I started to say, the paused when I saw that it was girl, but her back was to me, she wore jeans that hug her fine ass, that ass seem familiar, God, No, I watch as she turned, pushing a strand of dark curls off her face. I kept staring at her, unable to say anything.

"Manchester," Parker said breaking our heated stare "I know you said I shouldn't invite any one over but she's really cool. This is Fiona, Fiona this i -- "

"I know him." She says.

"I know her." I say, with her

"Oh. How?" Parker said looking confused.

"We met bac -- Kai! Put off the cooker" Fiona screeched moving hastily toward the cooker with Kai on her trail. I watched as they took care of whatever they were cooking.

I walked, more like sped to my room banging the door hard, taking my frustrations out on the door. Fiona fucking Kings is always everywhere, there's no point running away from her, I should just try to accommodate her, but It would be weird considering the fact that I've buried my face in her pussy.

We never had sex though, she was closed up and insecure, I wonder if she still is. I don't know If she will talk to me after all I did to her. I broke up with her over text which was so cliche and stupid of me.

Taking a deep breath, I lean on my door. I can do this, I just have to be nice to her, I have to channel the inner gentlemen. I was just about to plug my phone when the scent of burnt pasta hit my nostril.

"What the fuck, Kai!" I scolded harshly, making my way to the pot, to behold pasta burnt beyond recognition.

"I. . .tried to cook for Fiona, I tried okay." He say, frustrated, and I almost pity him, almost.