::Prologue::

It started five years ago. I met him. I fucked him.It was simple right? Of course it was. I was a groupie...he was the star. We did both our jobs...he entertained me on stage...I entertained him off. Well....it didn't end there. For two years every time he came to my area he gave me a call...and I was happy to oblidge...blow, suck, fuck..whatever. It didn't matter. I was sixteen....he thought I was twenty..and who was I to correct him? Then one day the calls stopped coming. I was eighteen by then...and starting college. The final call had said that he was getting married. He needed to stop doing this...cause he had fallen in love. He was twenty-four...I was 'twenty-two'...we were both ready to move on...right? Right..I agreed with him. What was I going to do, beg and plead? Hell no. Groupies don't do that...we move on. We find a new boy-toy. Cause thats what they were....they were OUR toys...not the other way around. Of course I never did find another toy. Maybe because somewhere during those two years....I too fell in love. Only I fell in the most forbidden of loves..I fell for the person who was just supposed to be a fun time. A walk in the world of fame. I fell hard and I fell fast....head first and heart completely gone.......I thought that he was gone...I never expected that he would leave something behind......