CHAPTER ONE

THE SHOCKING NEWS 

CHELSEA’S POV

Who knew getting fingered by my stepbrother beside my sleepy sick best friend would feel this good. The guilt was honestly there that it churned low in my stomach but the pleasure building between my thighs didn't give a damn about the guilt.

I didn't feel bad about what was happening anymore, despite her soft breathing that was three feet away from me. My mind was in Cloud 9 because his fingers were deep curling into me while my hips were rolling up to meet them.

“This is wrong,” I breathed. 

“Yes, it is Mamacita but guess what?” He said. I looked at him confused but could feel a smirk creeping in. “What?” I said.

“I don't give a damn,” he said while looking at me with those devilish eyes of his signaling me to prepare myself for something I knew I wouldn't be able to handle. 

My pussy clenched so bad. I had to bite down on my lip to keep quiet.

Victoria stood in the doorway with her phone up. It looked like she was recording the moment and it felt like the ground should just open and swallow us both. Heck, if Ryan had a gun I'd want him to shoot me at this very spot.

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Let me rewind to how we got here.

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Morning came and all I could hear was Victoria's horrible voice and the sound of water splashing all over my sensitive skin. 

I gasped so hard that I found myself choked, shooting upright, sheets slacked and my hair stuck flat to my face. She stood in front of me with her robe holding an empty bucket.

“This bitch wants me dead for sure,” I mumbled underneath my breath.

I noticed a funky smell and looked at her in confusion. Smelt my shoulder and pulled away from it immediately in disgust while holding my nose but it made it worse. “What did you-”

“Huh? What was that?,” she shouted while standing there with her hair packed in a bun. “You were supposed to be up an hour ago Cinderella.” She set the bucket on my wet mattress and looked at me like she just conquered an army. 

“Yes, I poured toilet water on you because you stink, so I decided to help you enhance your cologne bitch.” She turned to walk out through the door open without looking back.

I sat on my wet bed dripping. The only thing I could do in this exact freaking moment was to inhale and exhale. “You're used to this Chels, common shake it off.” I got up and headed downstairs.

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The only thing I hated more than ANYTHING, was cooking and honestly the worst was breakfast. Breakfast was like a battle I'd always lose no matter how long I keep restarting. I still stink but what can I do, I have no choice but to cook first I guess.

At least, the French toast didn't burn and it's looking thick. Oouu such a good view, the syrup wasn't bad even though Ryan got the wrong brand compared to what we were used to but oh well at least I'm eating French toast.

Victoria's mother sat at the head of the table in full makeup at seven in the morning and pushed her plate away after giving me that devilish look.

“Make it again, you piece shit,” I stood in awe because the food on her plate is almost gone so what could be her fucking problem this time around. I hate being in this environment, it's so intoxicating.

“Girl don't you ma–” I rushed to where she was, took the plate and made another batch. Victoria was just staring at me with so much nonchalance written all over her face. Before I could turn, she threw her heels close to my head but I dodged it luckily.

By noon I had cooked, cleaned , scrubbed both bathrooms. Funny how one of my motto was “I don't cook, I don't clean, but let me tell you I can make you scream.” 

Yet, here I am scrubbing toilets on a random Tuesday. Oh well, shit happens.

I was folding the laundry when I found Ryan's hoodie in the pile.

I don't know how it got in there. It must have been left from the last time he visited, thrown somewhere and forgotten. It was grey, soft, worn in at the elbows. It smelled like him — I loved it.

I held it longer than I needed to. The fabric was soft against my face and it smelled like him making me feel things internally that I couldn't describe.

I thought about what I actually wanted to do to Ryan Cole and knew instantly, it was a dangerous road to go down while standing on the staircase holding the laundry like some pathetic maid, and my brain still dragged me straight into the filth I’d been swallowing for six years.

Honestly, I don't care about anything. I wanted to find him wherever he was and climb him. I wanted his hands gripping the back of my neck, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks while he finally stopped being so goddamn careful. I wanted him shove me against the wall and fuck the living day lights out of me. I wanted to forget everything that happened this morning and replace it with me moaning his name softly.

“Put it down Chelsea.” just put the hoodie down. My blood temperature reduced and I finally folded it neatly so I could set it to the side to return to him.

Then I picked it up again and pressed my face into it for exactly three seconds before I put it back down for real this time and got myself together.

This was the problem with Ryan Cole. He didn't even have to be in the room, a thought of him alone makes me want to be his personal stripper at night with my tits flashing in front of his eyes.

My phone buzzed. It was from Nadia. Hmm, that's weird…she rarely texts.

Nadia: Hi babes, can you come over?

Me: Uhm, sure. What's wrong though?

Nadia: My fever Chels by, be FAST PLEASE!!!

I looked at the laundry pile on the stairs. Victoria's note was on top of it and I felt like flinging it away. Even though Nadia texted, I can't leave immediately if not I'll be thrown into the dungeon of dragons and be eaten alive by her. “Gosh, she can be a pig sometimes.” Like, the least you could do as a lady is properly keep your panties well. Not hanging on top of the door for fucksake.

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I stood in the bathroom for a while after scrubbing out the grout from my body. The smell I had from the toilet water was gone. I showered twice and used a scented bosy wash just to make sure.

If Victoria wanted to start my day in the toilet then I was going to end it looking like the baddest thing on this street. Simple as that.

This time I decided to wear a bum short even though I knew it was risky in this house but I just felt like looking cute and not like my problems. Put my long blonde hair into a bun, leaving out small bangs. I applied my lipgloss on top of my lip liner and sprayed Victoria's secret perfume.

“Yes girl, you look HOT.” I said while staring at my ass curbed in these shorts. Yes, Megan the stallion could never.

 I walked downstairs in a stealth way so I wouldn't be noticed by the witches of the West. They were all seated watching the television when Victoria's eye met mine.

“Going to check on Nadia,” I called out. Not a word was made, so I took that as a yes then. Sayonara bitches. 

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While heading towards Nadia's house, I noticed three guys against the wall at the corner of Decker Street.

One had a tattoo all over his arm, the other was with a cigarette and his eyes looked kinda red. While the other guy had dreads, it was cute but kinda scary in a way because of the scar on his face. 

I ignored them as I kept walking until I noticed the signal they gave each other and they started coming towards my direction at a speed faster than mine. Before I could think twice I found myself running for my dear life. 

The rumors I hear on these streets alone are scary and I'm not willing to be part of them.