You're the one mistake I enjoy making.

I hear the door close and I release my breath.

What the hell possessed me to have sex with her last night? To have sex with a freaking girl? I didn't even like girls! It must have been my hormones. I hadn't seen Ryder in a while and the whole new to sex thing was making me sex crazed. I blew out another breath and threw myself onto the bed before covering my eyes with my hand.

"Janie?"

"Mm?"

I peek out from my elbow to see Carrie making her way over to my bed. She takes a seat and crosses her legs and I know shits about to get deep.

"We need to talk."

"O-kay..."

"Are you gay?"

She was so freaking blunt sometimes and I hated it. "No! Of course not. Ew."

"Jane-"

"I'm not a freaking lesbian Carrie. I get that you like vagina but I like mah dicks. Can we drop it with the whole gay, non gay thing. It's really getting old."

"I'm just trying to look out for you. I don't want you to end up like I did."

"Carr-"

"Unlike me, you actually have a choice. If I could have chosen to like boys or girls, I would have chosen guys... Would have made my life a whole lot easier. But I can't because I'd only be punishing myself."

"Carr-"

"Don't throw away what you have. Yes, it's great to be with Roni and to love her and to have her love me but the little shred of happiness we have, has long been overshadowed by the amount of scorn, hate and disgust from other people that promised to love us."

"Carrie."

"Just promise me... Promise me, you'll always choose him... And not her."

I nodded as I became lost for words. Carrie fakes a smile and squeezes my hands before heading out and all I wanted to do was scream and throw a fit because just a few short months ago, my life was normal and all I had to worry about was losing my virginity to the bad boy.

Now, I was having sex with a girl, going to weird bondage clubs, having a fight with my anti gay family, being hated for no apparent reason, having to defend my straightness; which by the way, I'm not sure of anymore and having to deal with my dad who just got out of prison.

I groaned loudly as my head felt like it was about to explode.

Grabbing my phone, I dialed my boyfriend's number but just like before, it goes to voicemail. I contemplated leaving him a message but decided against it and left my phone to charge. It was weird that I didn't feel guilty for cheating on him; because that was what I'd done, but is it cheating if you did it with someone of the same sex?

I pushed all my thoughts aside and slipped out of my clothes before heading to the shower. My body was in dire need of some therapy and my mind needed clearing. Turning my red beats to the fullest, I allowed the soothing music of John Legend to fill the room as I turned the tap on and felt the temperature of the room gradually increase.

As soon as I stepped underneath it's heavenly spray, the longest, most satisfying moan escaped me and my body reverberated with many tiny shivers. The water, although hot, was enough to ease my stress away and I ended up showering for longer than expected.

When I was completely satisfied and tension free, I grabbed a pair of slacks and my infamous sweater before heading to the kitchen for some late breakfast. Carrie had already left for work, giving me the house for the day but instead of doing anything productive I decided to watch a marathon of The Originals on Netflix and eat pizza.

The ringing of the door bell was the only thing that pulled me back to reality and I reluctantly paused the series as I went to answer the door. Pulling it open, I was completely unprepared for what happened next.

"Dad!"

"Pumpkin."

My mind went blank as I saw my dad for the first time in ten years. He held a bunch of my favorite flowers but all I could stare at was the man that managed to scare both me and my mom. He was dressed in clothing too big for him and dirty shoes, and his hair was longer than I remembered. The smile on his face was all too familiar and I stood frozen as all functions gave up.

"May I come in?"

"How did you find me?" I whisper out, afraid.

"Your mother told me where you were."

"Stay. Away. From me." I gritted out before slamming the door in his face.

I half expected him to break the door down and punish me but after a few minutes had passed, I finally felt comfortable enough to release my carbon dioxide.

My body was still quavering with the after effects of seeing him and I immediately grabbed my phone and called Ryder. His phone was now turned off and instead of venting about clearly being ignored I called Carrie. After just two rings her phone went to voicemail and I withheld my scream as I felt my anxiety slowly starting to creep. Without thinking straight, I made one last call and prayed that it wouldn't go unanswered.

"Hello?"

"I need you."

Was all I managed to say before I felt myself break down.

~

Darcy's POV

My heart started racing as I grabbed my hoodie and ran through the door. Jane sounded so distraught that my previous conversation to myself became futile. I knew she would eventually break my heart but hearing her voice and how pained she sounded just made me forget all and race to her side.

I was in my car, speeding down the road, and pulling onto her driveway moments later and before I could knock on her door she was already pulling it open. My heart started to slow its erratic beating at the sight of her; it was obvious that she was crying and the little makeup she had on had become smudged. Before I could utter a would she was in my arms and I felt a little part of me break as my heart fell in love.

"Please don't leave me alone." She sobbed.

"I won't, I promise." I responded as my arms tightened around her.

I could feel the tremors that ran through her body and even though I wanted to know what could have her this vulnerable, I couldn't chance upsetting her more.

"Let's go inside."

I started leading her inside but she shook her head. "I don't want to be here. Can you take me somewhere?"

"Take you somewhere?"

Her Amber eyes were piercing into mine and even though sorrowful, they held determination within them. She nodded and I took her hand as we walked towards my car. I had no idea where she wanted to go but decided to take her to my place; all I needed to do was call into work.

We both settled in and I pulled my phone out. "I'm just gonna make a quick call to work, okay?"

"Work?... Oh, I forgot."

"It's okay, I can call them and then we can chill at my place."

"No, don't cancel work for me. I... Maybe, I can come there?"

"Am... I'm not sure... But I can talk to Ms. T."

"Okay."

She goes silent and rests her head near the window as she distracts herself with the passing scenery. All too soon I'm back at work and I park the car before we both headed into Black Panthers. It was just after 2 and the downstairs club was empty. I 'suped' Drew on my way to the elevator and I hid my smile as the confused expression appeared on Jane's face.

"I wanna avoid as much people as possible and I also need some stuff from my room."

"I didn't know you guys have an elevator."

"Yeah but it's for employees and very important guests."

"Oh."

I noticed that she still had her hands wrapped around her but I was happy she had stopped crying. When we arrived to my floor, I led the way to my room and closed the door behind me as we both walked in. It wasn't all that fancy; there was a bed, a chest of drawers, a small fridge and a bathroom. I used to live here when my mom kicked me out but now that I got my own place I'm hardly ever here.

I snapped out of my thoughts when I noticed Jane still had her arms around her and she stood off at the corner near my dresser.

"Am, if you want, you can stay here till my shift is over."

"I don't wanna be left-"

"Lady Faye?"

We both jumped as my door flew open and in walked my boss. She held a red flogger in her hand and her only attire was a tight black leather dress that was held together by buckles, exposing her entire body down the back and middle.

"Hey... Am-"

"You know guests aren't supposed to be in your private rooms." She says in her thick accent.

"She's not a guest."

"Wait, did you finally get a slave girl?"

"No, no. She's my friend... She wanted to see how I worked?"

"Oh, this is the girl from a few days ago?"

I nodded and she smirked. "Well this should be fun."

She walks out and I let go a sigh.

"So, are you gonna show me around?"

My eyes snap to Jane and she's smirking; the only sign of her old self since I picked her up.

"Most definitely."