Dareeanās entire life sheād been nothing more to people then disposable. To her parents, to her foster families, and to men. It used to make her really insecure, until she realized that she could get far by using her body as a bargaining chip and as sick and twisted as it was, it was better than being homeless. Eventually sheād accepted it and numbed the emptiness with alcohol. Sheād learned to control guys, with a simple bat of her long eye lashes. Her and Panda had always been able to turn heads with their looks, that seemed to be the only thing they were ever blessed with.
Sheād spent her Friday night and the entirety of Saturday morning and afternoon accompanying Mr. Hearst who was easily three times her age. Heād become one of her regulars, she just hoped he wouldnāt request for her to stay with him Saturday evening as well, because she had plans to go out with her sister, to celebrate her seventeenth birthdays. Her birthday had been nearly two months ago and sheād had to break her plans with Panda several times now. However to her relief, Mr. Hearst let her go. She slipped on her tight skinny jeans and her cropped Guns and Roses T-shirt, that showed of a good amount of her tanned mid drift including her belly button ring.
Alan handed her a roll of money and a diamond necklace and she shot him a perfectly believable false smile. He was married and had a son her age, which made her feel extremely guilty, but the money was too good to pass up. She thanked him with a kiss on the cheek before slipping out of bedroom and making her way down the halls that sheād familiarized herself with. She started down the stairs before she felt someone grabbed her upper arm rough enough she knew Iād leave a bruise and she fought back a wince as she glanced already knowing who it was.
She held his dark eyes, her deep blue eyes remaining passive. Ezra Hearst scared the shit out of her but sheād never let him know that. She raised a brow as he looked over her disgusted and a wickedly taunting smirk crept across her lips as she ripped her arm away from his grip.
āDonāt be jealous that your daddyās got more appeal then you Ezy.ā She spat holding his eyes. She was well aware that Ezra hated her, he had every right to. She was his father mistress for Christās sake, but she refused to let him make her feel guilty.
āHowād you know, Iām sooo, damn jealous of my father for sleeping with a whore.ā He spat back bitterly and she had to admit his words were worse than if heād simply slapped her in the face.
She rolled her eyes and continued down the stairs and outside, sliding into the black SUV that was waiting to drop her off down the street from her house. Sheād been Mr. Hearstās call girl for a little over six months. Which was just enough time have a few run ins with his son and his nephew who seemed be more like a son to him then a nephew. On the way home sheād stopped and pawned off the diamond neckless Alan Hearst had given her and used the money to buy a her and Panda a dress to go clubbing in. Finally the car dropped her off a block away from her house. When she finally got to their crappy apartment complex she sighed pushing the door open and heading up the flight of stairs to the fourth level. Like always the couple next door were screaming and as she pushed the key into the lock their next door neighbor Alisha came barreling out of their apartment while Dylan screamed after her to come back. She sighed pushing the door open and slipping inside.
āPanda, Iām home.ā She called out to her sister āSorry about last night, I had to pull a double at the dinner.ā She lied flawlessly, hell she should have been an actress, sheād become so good at lying and showing the proper emotion when it was needed. She hoped her sister was home. āYou ready for our girls night?ā she continued as she laid the dresses out on the couch and set her purse on the counter digging through it for her cigaretteās because she desperately needed one.
Ezra had spent his Friday night away from his father and his fatherās prostitute. Sure Ezra liked the company of girls, but not ones he had to pay for or ones who were married. He was an ass hole, but he had enough respect for a girl not to pay for her. It was frustrating, because the damn girl was his age not to mention his mother and father were still very married. So heād stayed gone all night, heād gone to Bite, his fatherās underground night club meant for only feeder and vampires. It was one of the hottest clubs in New. It was two stories of blood, extrinsic music, beautiful women, and drugs. Heād gone with his cousin to forget about his fatherās fucked up habit.
Heād gotten there with the intent of drinking a few beers and going home with some drunk girl. Only heād done a few lines of coke, bleed two girls completely dry killing them, and then drank until he passed out. The kind of lifestyle he lived was deadly for any human being, for him it was nothing, because just short of getting a wooden stake to the chest or being burned alive nothing could kill him. He woke up the next morning alone, to an empty club. Then when heād gone home heād ran into Dareean, his fatherās lovely mistress. She had the audacity to smart off to him and it pissed him off. Heād been so tempted to follow her home more than once and kill her. Only there was something about the smell of her blood that was familiar to him, something about her that made it difficult to hurt her.
After sheād slipped his grip and left the house heād knocked on his fatherās door and pushed the door open. His father was on the phone, gesturing for him to sit on the bed so that he could talk to him. Ezra rolled his eyes and had to fight the urge to walk out, but like always he listened and sat down. Finally his father hung up the phone and turned his eyes on him and he knew he was in trouble, simply by the look in his fatherās eyes.
āThose girls carelessly drained last night,ā His father spat and Ez raised a brow. āThey werenāt feeders, they were actually quite important Ezra.ā He said irritated and Ezra scoffed. āThis is the fourth time this week Iāve had to clean up your fucking mess son.ā He hissed and Ezra just rolled his eyes. Ezra stood up heading towards the door, not wanting to listen to anything else. āWhere the hell are you going.ā His father called after him.
āWell, Iām done listening to you.ā Ezra smirked. āJust do your job and clean up my mess dad, cause thatās what your good at.ā He said before slipping out of the room. He had every intent to go back to the club again in a few hours when it opened and purposely cause more trouble for his father.
If there was one thing Ezra didnāt like it was being talked down to like he was kid. His father was always talking down to him and as of late, it seemed Ezra couldnāt do anything right. He headed to his room pulling out his cellphone and sending a quick text to Liam.
What the hell man? You just left me at the club? Meet me there at nineā¦unless you canāt handle it. he sent the message with a smirk before hopping into the shower to get ready for another night of partying.