After the last three quick shots of tequila and a glass of beer, I’m feeling much calmer and more relaxed than I was at the beginning of the evening. Ella is having fun and dancing by herself when a familiar face shows up. I open my eyes wide when she squeals and wraps her arms around him. Ella looks back at me and smirks as she points off to the dance floor. I smile at her and shake my head as she walks off with Danger.

I wonder what the deal is there?

I saw them talking a lot when we were on tour, but I had no idea they still talked to each other.

Maybe it’s him she goes sneaking out to see at night?

I turn around and face the bar and order another shot of tequila. I’m feeling the buzz and I love the feeling of being out in the public without anyone recognising me. That’s why VIP sections are awesome. Even if they do recognise you because it’s VIP, they don’t harass you. Generally, I go to the shops and get bombarded by screaming girls, but in here it’s too dark and everyone is too drunk to know who I am or Ella for that matter. Which is a good thing! I feel a hand on my back and I turn to see the black-haired tattooed guy standing next to me.

“Hey gorgeous,” he yells in my ear.

“Well, hey there yourself,” I yell back to be heard over the truly terrible music.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

“If you’re lucky you can buy me two,” I reply trying to get my flirt on. He smiles and it’s cute, but he’s not Aston.

“Well, in that case, what will you have?”

“Something strong,” I reply and he nods and calls over the bartender.

“Two Double Black Johnnie’s please,” black hair says and the bartender nods and rushes off to pour our drinks.

“You don’t look like someone who can handle hard liquor,” he says looking me up and down.

“Well, I’m a girl of many talents, and that includes handling hard things,” I say and he smirks and raises an eyebrow.

“Good to know.” He pays the bartender and hands me my small glass.

“Bottoms up.” Clinking his glass with mine, we both swallow the God awful stuff. It gives me a warmth straight away and I love the tingles shooting through me. I look over to see Ella dancing with Danger and she’s laughing and smiling. I’m glad she’s happy.

Black hair turns toward me. “So how ‘bout that second drink?”

I look at him and I can sense danger. This guy could be trouble, but for some reason I ignore it because I just want to get drunk, snog him for a bit and forget all about Aston Soulding and Amber Leopard Print Pants.

“Hit me up big boy,” I say and tap the bar.

He laughs and nods. “Yes, ma’am.” He waves at the bartender again.

“So what’s your name?”

“Trent.”

I nod and smile at him. He’s short and sharp with his answer and doesn’t ask my name. I don’t really want to give it, so it suits me just fine.

The bartender brings us each another glass of liquid courage and I drink it down quickly. Trent smiles at me as he drinks his slowly looking over the top of his glass at me, raising his eyebrow. He finishes his drink and I grin at him.

“So Trent, you come here often?” I ask and he chuckles.

“Is that a pick-up line?”

I shrug. “If you want it to be.”

“I’m just happy to be here drinking with the hottest chick in the club,” he says and my cheeks flush.

“I don’t know about that.”

Leaning across he moves some hair behind my ear. “I do,” he says then leans in and kisses me softly.

There’s no spark. There’s no lust or some overpowering emotion drawing me to Trent. There’s nothing but a drunken haze and the urge to feel wanted, so I kiss him back. He tastes of stale tobacco and alcohol. Not a mixture I’m familiar with or like either, but he’s my target for the night. So kissing and dancing with him for the next couple of hours, just so I can feel like someone wants me, is the right way to go.

He pulls back. “You’re as good a kisser as you look.”

“Thanks,” I reply. I don’t want to lie to him and say he’s a good kisser too. Because let’s be honest, no one can kiss like Aston, and to me he will always be the one who makes me see stars.

“Another round?”

I nod. “Wait are you trying to get me drunk?” I joke.

He raises an eyebrow. “Maybe, is it working?” he asks with a slight laugh.

“Nope, not yet, only a slight buzz. You’ll need to keep them coming if you really want me drunk.”

“Okay, more drinks coming right up.”

An hour later and four shots of tequila, another Double Black Jonnie and a beer and I’m happily buzzing. Trent is quite a funny guy and even though he’s not the usual type I would go for, he’s still really attractive and we get along well. Plus, either I’m getting drunker and I don’t care or his kissing is getting better.

I’m dirty dancing with him and Ella and Danger walk up to us. Ella is frowning and Danger is smirking at my obviously inebriated state. I know I’m stumbling slightly and I have that energy buzz which tells me I’m no longer on the sober side of the scale. I’m laughing and swaying with Trent when Ella taps my shoulder. I turn to face her and stumble on the spot.

“Oh hey, sissy. What’s Danger doing here anyways?” I ask as he wraps his arm around her waist from behind.

“Oh, he was just in the neighbourhood. Anyway, I think you should stop drinking. I think you’ve had quite enough for now, and if you want to be sober by the time we get home then—”

“Oh whatever, I’m not nearly drunk enough. Plus, my good mate Trent here is keeping me company,” I say slurring my words.

“Annie, you need to stop drinking and come home with us,” she says and I laugh out loud.

“Nah! Thanks. I’m having a great time. I think we should stay.”

Trent moves in holding me from behind.

“Annie, c’mon! You need to go home. You’re wasted and—”

“Oh just piss off little miss goody two shoes. Go home with your dangerous boyfriend!”

She huffs and folds her arms over her chest. “Annie you’re acting out. Stop being a bitch and come home now, or I’ll tell Mum.”

Anger surges through me. “You came out here just like I did, Ella. You tell her I’m here and I’ll tell her you’ve been drinking and dancing with Danger. How do you think she’d like to hear about that, huh?” I say getting right in her face.

“Okay, I think someone can’t handle her liquor. C’mon Ella, let’s let Annie settle down for a bit then we’ll take her home,” Danger states and I smirk and tilt my head at her.

She’s pissing me off and trying to ruin my fun, and I’m not ready to head home just yet.

“No, if she wants to stay she can. Let little Miss I’m-Better-Than-Everyone-Else find her own way home in her drunken state. See how she likes being thrown in the deep end. Have a good night Annie, I hope you get whatever sick twisted satisfaction you’re after,” Ella says and then storms off.

Danger looks at me while I swallow hard. Ella and I fight, but I’m not sure what she meant by that.

“Just slow down on the drinking, yeah? Here’s my number. When you’re ready to go home, call me, okay?” Danger asks and I take the card and nod. He turns and walks away after Ella.

I turn around back toward Trent, who’s lost interest in my argument, and in the meantime has bought us another round of beer. For someone who doesn’t know me well, Trent certainly knows what I need.

A few more drinks later and my head is buzzing. I can’t think straight and I’m so full of energy. Dancing with Trent is making me think of all the amazing times Aston touched me, especially when he made love to me. I would like to do that again, and I know I’d like it to be with Aston. But that’s never going to happen so I guess if that’s what I want, it will have to be with someone else.

“Wanna get out of here?” Trent yells in my ear as he holds me upright.

“Yeah, I wanna out of here get,” I say and then giggle at my mix up of words.

Trent is smiling at me brightly and wraps his arm around my waist to help me stand.

“C’mon let’s go back to mine. We can party there,” he says and a small rush of fear creeps over me, but I ignore it and walk down the London street with him. Well, I’m trying to walk, but it’s really difficult in my current state of inebriation.

We don’t talk on the short walk to his flat, but when we get there it’s small and dank. It kinda creeps me out and that’s just from the outside.

“C’mon let’s get you inside, hey?” He pulls his keys from his pocket and opens the door. We walk in and the room smells like stale weed and tobacco, mixed with dirty laundry. It is off-putting and turns my stomach slightly. “Welcome to my humble abode,” he says and I raise an eyebrow as we walk into the living room to see junk food boxes everywhere and a bong sitting proudly on the coffee table. I frown and deep down I know this is the last place I should be, but I’m drunk and I want to feel wanted. So what’s a couple of hours here going to do? It amazes me to see that someone can live like this. Compared to the manor this place is tiny and in need of some extreme cleaning and repair. But I shouldn’t judge if I lived on my own my house would probably be as dirty as his is.

He places his hand on my lower back and moves me inside, we walk over to the yellow plaid two-seater lounge suite and I sit down. Trent sits next to me and grabs a little box on the table putting it in front of me with a smile on his face.

“Want to have some real fun?” he asks and I raise an eyebrow as he opens the box.

I look inside to see some tiny white tablets and my eyes open wide in shock. I know they’re drugs, I just don’t know what type. I’ve never been around drugs so I wouldn’t know what they look like. With Dad’s past addiction, drugs are banned from our house. We’ve had it drilled into us since we could talk that drugs are bad and very addictive and that we must stay away at all costs. But tonight I’m feeling impulsive, I’m living on the edge because my life right now sucks and so maybe I need something to liven it up a little.

“Sounds like a plan to me,” I say and reach into the box and pull out two pills. I grab the vodka bottle that’s sitting next to me on the lounge suite and I gulp both down at the same time.

“Okay, we have a wild party girl here then,” he says and takes one pill and the vodka bottle swallowing it down.

A wave of guilt flows over me. Dad would be so disappointed if he found out. But he won’t, no one will ever know about tonight and what happens, no one but me and Trent.

He leans in kissing me forcefully and I kiss him back. I run my hands through his hair and it feels gross, there’s too much styling product in it and now my hands are sticky. I move my hands to his back and he suddenly stands up and takes my hand.

“Wanna take this party to the bedroom?” he asks and I hesitate for a second.

You’re drunk Annie, you need to think about this!

Before I have a moment to think, he drags me up from the lounge suite and helps me stumble into the bedroom. I feel guilty. Like I’m cheating on Aston, but I guess if he and Amber are a couple now, then he is doing this sort of stuff with her. So why should I stop just because I love him? Trent moves us in and turns my back to the bed. He pulls me in close and kisses me vigorously. It’s almost forceful and it takes me by surprise. I kiss him back and run my hands up his back under his shirt. He moans into my mouth as I open to let his tongue in. He tastes weird and I don’t like it at all, but after tonight I don’t have to see him again. His hands skim down my arms and he reaches the hem of my shirt and he pulls it up. I stop kissing him and let him take it off. He flings it to the floor and I move my hands to his shirt and pull it off over his head. His chest is covered in tattoos of half-naked women and it’s not attractive at all. He’s grinning like a Cheshire cat and he won’t stop looking at my tits.

“Show me those babies,” he says and I chuckle and move to undo my bra. It falls to the floor and his smile fades into something more sinister. I’m still getting a bad vibe about this, but because I’m so wasted I can’t think straight. He moves back in kissing me roughly and it’s nice to feel skin on skin again, even if he isn’t Aston.

“Let me fuck you, Annie,” he whispers into my mouth.

I gasp at his forwardness, but suddenly my libido is in overdrive and that’s exactly what I want him to do right now.

“Fuck me, Trent.”

He leans down grabbing my leather pants and pulls them down to my ankles. He undoes my combat boots and then pushes me backwards. I giggle as I sit down on the bed and he pulls off my shoes and leather pants. I’m sitting on his bed wearing only my panties.

He steps closer to me and I reach out and unbuckle his ridiculously big belt buckle and pull down his zip. His jeans fall to the floor and he’s naked underneath. His average size cock springs free right in my face and I smirk as I compare it to Aston’s. What am I thinking? There is no comparison. This guy’s dick is bordering on tiny. Oh well, as long as he can get me off that’s all I care about.

I move back on the bed and away from his cock in my face. Even though I’m completely drunk and my head is starting to spin a little, I’m not bad enough to suck this douche off. I do have some decorum. As I move on the bed, he leans down on all fours and climbs over me.

“You are so beautiful,” he says and bends down taking my nipple in his mouth.

His touch is like a wave of ecstasy. I don’t know why it feels like this, it never has with Aston. It’s like I’m floating and rainbows and unicorns are moving all around the room which is making me strangely excited and massively happy. I start to giggle as I run my hands up Trent’s back and he feels like silk like I’m washing my hands in liquid silk. It’s amazing and I can’t stop touching him. He moves down my body and he pulls off my panties, leaving me naked in front of him. He smiles and leans back down rubbing his body against mine. More silk. I rest my head back into the soft pillow and I feel like I’m floating through the air on a cushion of fluffy white clouds. I close my eyes and the music notes are flying through the sky so much brighter than before. They flow around and around in bright magical colours and I reach out my hand to touch them and they pop like bubbles each time I touch one.

I hear Trent laughing. I’m pretty sure he’s still sucking on my nipple, as the pulsating feeling coming from it is making me feel high.

High? Is that what I am?

I open my eyes and see Trent is indeed sucking on my nipple and his hand moves down my stomach and in between my legs. His finger presses on my clit and I arch my back at the overwhelming sensation of ecstasy flowing out through every pore. I can hear my breathing and it sounds like angels singing. I love this feeling right now.

Trent inserts his fingers inside me and I moan from the experience. No one has done this besides Aston and right now it feels fantastic. He really is made of silk and having silk rub you up is one of the best feelings I have ever had. He moves his mouth up kissing me strongly. The taste of tobacco and alcohol is there again slightly tainting my colourful world. There’s a shadow in the background and it is unnerving, but the way Trent’s fingers are working me up it’s making me shake. Just as I feel like I might be moving toward a climax, he takes his fingers from me and leans over to his bedside table pulling out a condom and ripping open the packet. I freeze for a moment as he sits in between my legs.

Is this what you really want?

I swallow hard and before I have time to second guess myself Trent is leaning on top of me and thrusting inside me. I gasp from the intrusion, but I don’t mind. This is what I wanted so I can’t stop now. I bring my legs up as he starts to pound quickly inside me. This is nothing like how Aston was with me. It’s rough and I feel kind of dirty. It certainly doesn’t feel good. To be honest, I can’t really feel anything other than him sweating all over me. I close my eyes to get back to my magical world and the music notes are in a flurry. They're flying around erratically and now the bubbles are popping on their own like they’re trying to hide. The shadow in the background is getting bigger and the birds and rainbows are all turning black. The sky falls to night and is no longer bright and happy, nothing in this world is happy as blood starts to ooze from the sky. I shake my head and open my eyes to try and rid the image, but when I open my eyes the darkness is oozing in down the walls of Trent’s room. I close my eyes again and this time everything is black and dizziness surrounds me. I feel sick and I just need to get out of here. I open my eyes back up to see Trent still pounding into me forcefully, and he’s spinning and has two heads. I scream and he stops as I push into his chest to get him off me.

“What’s your issue?” he says and I jump up from the bed and race to find my panties. But the room is spinning so fast and I keep falling over.

“Are you tripping?” he says and laughs as he strokes his cock.

I ignore him and find my panties and put them on the best I can. I find my pants and pull them up and grab my shoes, bra and top and head out toward the living room to call Caleb.

“Wait, where are you going? I’m not done with you yet,” he says and I rush out of the room as the walls leak with black slime and everything is spinning. It’s spinning so much I can’t see. I bump into something and fall flat onto the lounge suite. I roll over onto my back and breathe heavy. I can’t feel my legs and the whole room is spinning. I only have the bottom half of my clothes on and I can’t seem to focus on anything as Trent comes into my view and he’s rubbing the back of his neck.

“Shit what am I meant to do with you now?” he says and I feel like I’m drowning. All the happiness I felt is now filling with dread as my body abandons me, and I’m just a shell laying topless on his lounge suite. And the last thing I see is an image of Aston smiling at me as everything turns to black.