iGroupie- Something About Singers (continued)

When I awoke the next time I felt like I'd been hit by a truck. My vision was blurry, sounds were muffled, and I was sure that I was going to die. The feeling I had in my stomach was sickening and my muscles all ached. I turned to my right to see Smoothe staring in my face.
"brianne, are you ok? you had me worried sick..."
"huh? why?! how much did i drink? where's veronica?" i was full of questions.

Smoothe sat and and looked at me with a very serious face. I was really confused.
"U dont remember anything?" he asked retorically.
He began to give me the details of the night before. He said that about 4 shots in I began to act very disrespectfully towards my friends. He told me that they were all ready to leave, but i refused to go with them and that caused a major altercation. He said that they began to talk about curfews, school and parents but I wasnt hearing them. No suprise there. I knew I was going home with Smoothe before we ever made it to the club. What he said after that did suprise me.

He said I fought my friends in the club... that would explain the muscle pain. I was quite sore and knew that wasnt from his sub-par lovemaking. He told me that it wasn't anything serious. He said I just began yelling and pushing them out of frustration. He said we scuffled a little and the left. Apparently Veronica decided to pull a hater move and blast my personal info. She told him I was a liar, and that I was only fuckin with him for money and fame. She also told him that he wasn't the first celeb to fall for my shit, and wouldnt be the last. Hearing this hurt me more than the banging headache I was listening through. I was naseuous. Not because of my hangover but because of my friendship with V. I couldnt care any less about Smoothe, and needed to fix things with her. Afterall I was wrong...

I asked Smoothe what was going to fix my hangover and he said I "needed to chase the dog that bit me", he ordered some breakfast and a bloody mary. It was like a quick-fix-elixir-mix. I instantly made i mental note...... when fucked up, drink bloody mary. After a good breakfast and a long hot bubble bath, things started to turn around. I hadn't really said much to Smoothe. I was feeling awfully dirty. He looked much older this morning, and the fact that he knew I was a minor and still fucked me was grossing me out. This guy was a child molester... He was doting over my youth. Commenting on how young and firm i was, how whack women his age were. and how he wanted to keep seeing me. At first I was totally sickened but I decided to continue our relationship. I wanted fame and I thought I'd get that through him. I was young and very naive. Smoothe lived in Chicago and told me he wanted to fly me out. He'd come up with a way to convince my parents that it was ok. He told my mother that he was interested in recording a song with me, and that i'd be able to come to chicago all expenses paid. I guess while I was sleeping he was plotting. He told me that a driver would take me home and to tell my parents that i was in a studio session all night. He said to get my mom so excited about the possibility of me making it big that she'd forget how upset she was. He didnt know my mom...

I decided since a was already gone all night, I should probably stay away for awhile. I called my mom and told her I'd return that evening. SHe sounded defeated. Almost like she'd given up on trying to set rules and boundaries. I was wild and she knew that wouldnt change.