Taste me, Daddy

Chapter 1 Prologue

I blink aching eyes, my head pounding and my mouth dry. My tongue seems to weigh a ton as it sits in my mouth, but it doesn't taste sour like my usual hangover mouths do. I moan as I slowly push up to a sitting position; I moan, again, when my head spins wildly for a moment. I hold my head as if that will stop the whirling world, close my eyes when that doesn't work, and then lick my lips as nausea churns in my stomach.

"Lord, how much did I drink last night?" I ask aloud only to be met with silence. I risk opening my eyes back up and frown when not even the sound of snoring echoes back to me; I glance over my left shoulder to find the other pillow on the bed hasn't even been slept on and finally wonder where my best friend Priscilla is. I vaguely remember waking up to her in the shower, the running water making me have to pee in the worst way; I know that I used the bathroom, took some pain pills, and brushed my teeth using her toothbrush. "Where the fuck are you?" I grumble as I rub at my aching temples, but I push to my feet.

I glance down at my body and realize that I've slept in my party clothes, something else that Priscilla never usually lets me do. I frown as I pull my too-tight shirt away from my body, then I look around for my shoes; I find them tossed by the door, so I know that Priscilla removed those. "But where the fuck are you?" I repeat as I reach down to scoop up my shoes and slide them on. I walk on silent feet, the carpeting masking the click-clack of my high heels until I reach the smooth marble flooring of the bathroom; the sounds my shoes make might as well be gunshots to my poor pounding head. I walk slower, tiptoeing so that the heels don't click. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

I lost count of the drinks that I had last night, something that I don't normally do. I had made plans with my boyfriend to celebrate Priscilla's birthday last night and then had promised to sneak off with him right after the cake was served to finally give him my virginity. My best friend had been really wonderful about offering us her bedroom to use, but my boyfriend never arrived and he ignored my calls. I had left a few voicemails only for the call to go straight to voicemail around ten last night; I

had been so upset that he had turned his phone off on me that I had hit the vodka until the bottle was gone and then I had switched to something stronger.

I don't remember how much of the second bottle I had drunk, though...

I wash my face, pop two more pain relievers, drink my weight in water, then dry off with a towel discarded nearby. I hang the towel back on the rack, then tiptoe out of the bathroom until I'm back on the silencing carpet. "Priscilla?" I call loudly, then give a listen as I expect to hear her call back up to me from the kitchen or living room; I know that she wouldn't leave the house without me...I think... "Priscilla?" I try, again, and walk toward the stairs.

I hear fumbling behind me, from the other end of the hallway, a second before I hear a lock click. I frown as light emerges from the doorway down the hall and I slowly make my way toward that room; I hear hushed voices hissing, but can't make out the words. "Priscilla?" I call as I reach the doorway only to gasp and jump backward when Priscilla leaps in front of me; I watch her pull the bedroom door closed, then stare at her flushed face through narrowed eyes.