Jackson Miller drove his shiny red mustang like he was above the law. That damn kid had a death wish. I white-knuckled, grabbing the 'oh shit' handle the whole ride to the little bar we were headed to. There was a band playing there tonight and it sounded mildly entertaining. They were getting a little buzz on the scene and I thought it wouldn't hurt to check them out. Besides, it was about the only thing of interest going on in Ohio on a Tuesday night. Neither one of us were drinking so we could have gone anywhere we wanted, but I felt like this was the place I was supposed to be. Jax wasn't technically old enough to cut loose and I had done too well to slip up now.

It was going to be a boring old chill out with a Coke and maybe some greasy bar food kind of night. Simple, innocent, and easy.

I would never admit it, but I secretly missed Ohio more than I thought I would. It was so much more relaxed than LA. I definitely liked the food better; none of that health-conscious crap I suffered with living under the same roof as Stells. I liked my artery-clogging foods too much to ever acclimate to the food out there. Everything here was served with a heaping pile of spaghetti or a sausage on the side. Add in a little cinnamon and chocolate and it tasted like home.

Jax and I strolled into the dimly lit bar a few minutes later. The bouncer stopped and carded me at the door but didn't even take a second look at the butt munch walking behind me. He strolled in with a smirk plastered on his face as he gloated over his extreme awesomeness. So much for my little bit of fame. It was odd not being recognized at the door and treated differently. It was actually somewhat nice in a weird way.

We commandeered a booth near the back and asked the waitress for a menu. I told Jax he could order whatever he wanted, except alcohol. I didn't feel like having to carry him home just to explain to my mom and dad that I let him get drunk on my watch. He frowned at me as he called me all sorts of rude names. Jax then took matters into his own hands and ordered every appetizer on the menu to get back at me.

The waitress gave him a fake, annoyed smile as he rattled off every item he could find. It took her three attempts to repeat the order back to him. I could see the glee in his eyes as he stopped her to correct the order multiple times. She was going to spit in his food if he kept it up and I wouldn't have blamed her one bit for it. I hid my face to keep from laughing. I would have to make sure I tipped her really well for putting up with this little brat.

"Are you really planning on eating all of that?" I asked once the waitress finally gave up and left.

"I've been eating Ramen noodles for the last month. I need to refill the tank." He smiled. I thought he was looking a bit green. That would explain it.

Jax had the Miller hollow leg like the rest of us and fessed up that he was low on funds. He had exhausted the dining plan my parents bought him well over a month ago and didn't want to say anything to them because he didn't want to look irresponsible. I pulled out my phone and transferred a couple of hundred dollars to him to reload his card tomorrow to get him by. I had gone hungry before and I sympathized with my pathetic little brother. He was a growing boy and needed food. He was a shithead, but it didn't mean I liked to watch him struggle.

The band was still setting up on the stage when our food arrived at the table. Jax dove in without hesitating and swallowed the food whole without chewing. It was the most disgusting thing I had ever seen. I was prepared to jump up to give him the Heimlich Maneuver if he choked on it.

I took a few bites myself and let out a satisfied sigh. The food was delicious and it helped fill the longing for home I had been suffering with for the last few months. It was a huge comfort tonight being here with my little brother and enjoying everything I had missed out on while I was away.

Jax rambled on about how his life was in college and told me how the professors were so different from the teachers he had back in high school. His eyes were extremely light with his excitement as he told me story after crazy story about his wild experiences.

I was really happy for the big little dude. Besides money for food, he seemed to really have it all right now. I wasn't the least bit jealous of him. Well, I was, but I would never admit it to him. Everything was always just so easy for Jax and I was proud of him for sticking with his dream. If anyone deserved to have a great life, it was my baby brother.

The band started playing a few minutes later and turned out to be pretty lame. I was hoping for some homegrown talent to bob my head to. Instead, they sounded like two pieces of sheet metal rubbing together mixed with a yowl of a cat in heat. They were trying way too hard to be different instead of letting the music speak for itself. They were trying to create their own musical footprint and it fell flat. Maybe we should have gone bowling instead.

At least I was able to enjoy myself a little as I watched Jax almost throw up twice because he ate too fast and forgot to chew. I laughed so hard as he fought it back that I thought I was going to pee my pants.

It was time to excuse myself for a few minutes to make sure I didn't embarrass myself.

"Hey, I am going to use the bathroom," I announced like he would actually care. Jax nodded and turned his head to watch a group of girls walk by our table. One of the girls shamelessly turned her head to stare at him as she walked by. She swished her hips back and forth when she knew she had his attention.

I was about to lose Jax for the evening.

"Ok, enjoy. I'm going that way." He said, pointing to her and got up to follow.

I rolled my eyes and laughed as he tailed her. She spun around with a huge smile on her face and started placing her hand on his stomach. He had already sealed the deal and he hadn't even opened his mouth yet. For his sake, I hoped he wouldn't ruin it when he did.

I stood up and dashed to the bathroom like a madwoman when I was convinced he was safe. The three glasses of soda I drank went straight through me. Even when I drank caffeinated sugar water, I could never do it in moderation. My bladder was going to burst.

Inside the dimly lit bathroom, there were three stalls, one of which was occupied by a couple having a bit of fun. It happened all the time at the clubs in LA, so I wasn't the least bit shocked to hear them going to town in there. There was no shame in my pee game; I had to go. If they chose to do the deed in the bathroom, they would have to suffer listening to my tinkles hit the toilet.

When I came out, I could see the male's fingers hanging over the door, gripping it hard. I could tell he was thrusting violently as the door shook on its hinges in his hands. The girl was on her knees in front of the guy. Her feet were sticking out under the bottom of the stall door. It didn't take much imagination to figure out exactly what was going on in there. The girl was gagging and gasping for breath as he pounded into her throat.

It sounded violent and extremely hot.

I giggled when I heard the guy utter a low guttural moan. It had been a long time since I heard someone sound like that. It hit me a little funny and I squirmed from the noise involuntarily. There was something about the sound that had me a little flushed. I felt like a creep getting all hot and bothered listening to the man's pleasure rip through his body.

My odd reaction to the noises coming from the stall had to be because LA was full of actors and actresses. Sexcapades there were mostly an epic display of who could draw the most attention. Most interactions were who could yell more like a porn star the loudest. There was nothing more disingenuous than two people having fake loud orgasms in front of a bunch of people waiting in line to change their tampons.

I shook my head and continued washing my hands in the sink when the door opened. A pretty brunette with a sky-high ponytail walked out of the stall, wiping her mouth with a huge smile on her face. Her lips were swollen and red. She held all the tell-tale signs of a solid face-fucking. I hoped she at least got what she wanted before I walked in. From what I had just witnessed, it seemed like a very one-sided event.

"Girl, you should have held out for more." Good Jessa scolded her, which made me snicker a bit to myself.

I continued to run my hands under the warm water to finish up. I probably should get out of here so the couple could do whatever they needed to do to clean up in privacy.

I turned to walk to the other side of the bathroom to grab a paper towel from the dispenser on the wall when I saw the large frame of the guy clumsily fumbling with the zipper on his jeans. He was struggling to tuck himself back inside without catching his skin in his pants.

My body started shaking and I let out a small mournful whimper.

He looked up when he heard the noise. The gray eyes I used to want to spend every waking second staring into were narrowed in confusion as they locked onto mine. His mouth hung wide open, inviting the flies in.

I ran towards the bathroom door as fast as I could go. I pushed past the brunette girl who was looking at me like I had lost my mind. I had to get out of there. I had to get away from him.

My whole body was about to implode. I was burning alive in my own personal hell.