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I used to have a perfect boyfriend and a perfect life.
But that changed after a night.
The ideal boy turned into a cruel demon.
He beat me, took away my pure.
He left me with endless nightmares.
After years, when the demon found me again, a charming stranger, my mate, stopped him.
Chapter1
My life changed the night before my sister's wedding. It was a typical Friday night; I was in my room working on my homework. I sat on my bed wearing sweats and a tank top, surrounded by books and notebook paper. My reddish-brown hair was pulled up on the side of my head in a messy bun, my face clear of any makeup, my dorky blocky glasses on my face.
This was my Friday night. Boring I know, but it was safe. The only time I would leave my room on a Friday night is when my friends had to literally drag me out of it. Most of the time they would drag me to the movies, the mall or even the bowling alley. But lately they've been going to clubs, and as much as I love them I wasn't willingly going with them.
Going to clubs is what I avoided most. I don't want some guy buying me drinks and hoping to get lucky. I don't want guys grinding on me on the dance floor and trying to sneak a peek or get his feel. I don't want them touching me, it brought back bad memories, memories that I safety locked away and buried them deep.
The doorbell rang throughout the house, announcing we had visitors.
"I got it." I yelled jumping out of my bed and running towards the front door, tripping over my feet to get to it.
"Slow down kid, there's no need for you to break your neck." My brother yelled from the living room.
I just laughed his comment off and pulled the door open. Scott and Sasha stood on the other side of the door with their twin smiles flashing my way. My laughter faded as I looked away from their smiles and to their clothes.
Scott was wearing ripped jeans that hung low around his hips and a black fitted shirt that highlighted his perfectly toned physique. His brown hair was an alluring mess, his blue eyes showing amusement and his lips pulled up into his famous smirk.
Sasha on the other hand was in a short red dress that showed off her curves perfectly. The dress seemed to cling to her as if it was painted onto her skin. Her brown hair fell over her shoulders in elegant waves. Unlike her twin brother, her eyes were green and lit up with mischief. Her hands were placed behind her back, obscuring from my view.
"Hey guys." I muttered feeling self-conscious in my sweats and a tank.
"You're not ready at all!" Sasha complained her full lips pulling into a pout.
"I was informed we were staying in tonight and watching a movie. Blame your foolish twin brother." I grumbled, folding my arms over my body.
She just sighed and walked around me into the house, not even bothering giving me a hug. Scott chuckled at the face I was making and pulled me up into a hug.
I didn't pull away like I normally would have if a guy touched me. I didn't fear Scott, I trusted him, he would never hurt me. He was my protector; he would always be there for me. He was the only one I allowed to touch me, well him and my brother.
"Come on!" Sasha complained, already halfway to my room. I sighed and gave Scott a parting smile and followed Sasha to my room.
"Sasha, do I have to?" I complained as I shut the door. "I can't go out tonight."
"Oh stop fussing, we are going out tonight and that's final. You will enjoy yourself tonight." She said hands on her hips and glared at me. When I made no attempt to complain further she dumped a bag full of clothes on top of my homework.
"The new teen club opens tonight and we are going. No if's, and's or but's." She said, "And since you got rid of all your cute clothes and downgraded to the emo, homeless look I graciously decided to let you borrow some of mine."
I looked down at the pile of clothes that lie on my bed and felt my stomach drop. Didn't I just say I hate going clubbing?
"I can't." I said shaking my head.
"Why not?" she demanded looking annoyed with my protests.
"My sister is getting married tomorrow! I can't show up with a hangover, I'm the maid of honor. They left me home tonight because they want someone with a clear head in the morning to get things moving along. I can't go out tonight, there is a reason why I stayed home and not go to the bachelorette party." I said, throwing my arms in the air.
This was true. Scott, Sasha and I all agreed to stay home and watch a movie because of the wedding tomorrow. I can't go to the wedding hung-over.
Chapter2
Sasha rolled her eyes at this and held up one finger. "One, it's a teen club so there won't be any alcohol." She said, holding up another finger and pointing at it. "Two if you got totally wasted, you wouldn't be the only one with a hangover tomorrow," She held up one more finger. "And three, live a little!" She pleaded with me, drawing her lips into a pout, her eyes going wide and glistening. Ugh I hated when she did the puppy eyes, it gets me every time.
"Fine." I muttered not able to say no.
She squealed like a five year old and clapped her hands together before grabbing at the clothes and figuring out what I should wear. The urge to run for my life increased as I saw her bring out the heavy artillery, make-up.
"Here, put this on. You're legs are going to be the high light of the night." She said throwing something black at me.
I caught it out of reflex but when I held it up in front of me I gasped. My mouth opened wide, my eyes showing horror. She has got to be kidding me.
I held it up in front of me as if the small dress had a disease. My stomach formed into knots when I saw how revealing it was. It was a small black dress that screamed danger, it was strapless and black, but had some gold sparkles every now and then.
"No." I shook my head and tossed it right back at her.
"Why not? What's wrong with it?" Sasha asked, confused.
I snorted at this. "Everything is wrong with that dress." I insisted.
"Oh please." She rolled her eyes and laughed at me. "Just put it on." She tossed it right back at me and glared when I was about to protest.
I knew it was useless fighting her so I finally gave in. I took my tank off and sweats and changed into the dress. I cursed under my breath and took it back off when I realized I wasn't wearing a strapless bra. Going through my dresser I found what I was looking for and turned my back on Sasha as I changed bras. When that was finally all taken care of I put the dress back on and turned to Sasha.
"Darn it, you have to wear that." Sasha said eyeing me up and down, whistling under her breath.
Rolling my eyes I turned to my full length mirror and almost chocked on my own spit. I couldn't take my eyes off my body. I looked the way I did before the accident, before the night that ruined my life. The dress seemed to cling to my body, revealing the curves that I safety kept hidden. The bust was a little smaller, showing some cleavage and showed off my perfectly toned, tan legs.
"Absolutely not!" I said after my shock wore off. I couldn't leave the house looking like this. This wasn't me anymore; I didn't wear things like this anymore. I went to go take it off but she stopped me.
"It's either this dress or an even more provocative one." She threatened. I looked at the clothes she laid aside for me to choose from and I noticed how everything was a size smaller and tighter than this dress.
After a few minutes of debate I finally gave in. There was nothing in that pile of clothes even halfway decent. I would take this dress over the other, more reveling dresses any day.
"Fine." I muttered and she clapped her hands together.
"Now for the hair, we must fix that rat's nest on top of your head that you call hair." She said dragging me to the bathroom from across the hallway and sat me down on the toilet. I closed my eyes and pretended I was still in my sweats and tank top doing my homework that didn't need to be done until Tuesday. I don't know how long I sat there, but there was a lot of tugging and brushing and I swear I almost had my scalp singed. But when all was said and done my hair was finally ready.
Only I didn't get to see it just yet. Sasha insisted she do my makeup before I could see the finished product. Knowing she wouldn't be happy if she didn't get her way I allowed her to do my makeup, I warned her not to do too much because of the wedding tomorrow.
She just laughed my threat away. She took my glasses off and instructed me to close my eyes. I did as told and waited for her to finish. The brush was light against my skin, the eyeliner stung since she almost poked my eye out, and the mascara felt heavy on my lids. With one final brush over my lips she stepped back, but I couldn't see a thing.
Chapter3
"Hand me my glasses?" I asked as I stood up from the toilet but she shook her head, or I think that's what she did.
"Put your contacts in, you are not wearing your dorky nerd glasses." She said handing me my contact case. I just did as I was told. It's just for tonight, and then you have to tell her no more for a very, very long time.
I popped them in and gasped when I could finally see my reflection. I looked like the old Dee. My reddish-brown hair was curled into gentle waves that framed my oval-shaped face and went down to my lower back. I looked at my face in shock. She used black and grey eye shadow to make that smoky eye look and my grey eyes looked wild and mysterious. She used so much eye liner it just added to the mysterious look. My lashes looked longer and fluttered every now and then. She painted my lips a blood red that had a bit of shine to it. I think she did a fantastic job, but seeing the old me brought back too many bad memories. I can't go out looking like this.
"Well?" She asked looking like a kid on Christmas. I sighed, I couldn't tell her I hated it, I couldn't tell her I didn't want to go out tonight. One night, I will give her one night.
"Sasha, you have to promise me that this will be the last time. After tonight no more clubbing for a while ok?" I asked. Hating that I like the dress and the makeup. I loved the fact that I looked like the old me, but hated it also. If only I was still that girl who flirted and wore tight clothes and makeup and attention. But I wasn't her anymore, I buried her deep. I didn't want her to be unburied.
She bit her lip before finally nodding. "Fine no more after tonight. I'll give you some space after tonight, I promise." She said holding her pinky out. I hooked my pinky around her's and we both bent and kissed our hands and let go.
"Thank you so much, you're the bestest friend a girl could ever have." I said pulling her into a hug and squeezing her tight. She laughed and hugged me back.
"I know." She said pulling back and giving me a wink. "Well Cinderella, the ball is about to begin. Let's grab those glass slippers and get to the pumpkin before the clock strikes midnight." Sasha teased pulling four pairs of shoes out of the bag. She grabbed a pair of black high heels and handed them to me. I pulled them on and grabbed the small black clutch that she gave me.
Putting a fake smile on my face I left my room and followed her down the hall to the living room. When we walked in the boys hadn't noticed us. They were wrapped up in an Xbox game Brayden just got the night before.
Sasha annoyed that the boys didn't notice our grand entrance huffed and walked in front of the t.v. and pulled the plug. She earned a few choice words from both boys but she just shrugged it off. She smiled down at the pair and flipped her hair.
"Time to go." She said in a sing-song voice and pulled Scott to his feet.
When he turned and saw me he froze, his mouth popping open. I gave a nervous laugh and crossed my arms over my torso. Sasha laughed at her brother's face and tapped his jaw closed.
"What on earth are you wearing?" Brayden shouted causing me to flinch and take a few steps back.
"A dress." Sasha snapped, looking annoyed and a little hurt that he hadn't noticed her yet.
"I don't think so, you go to your room and you change. You are not going out tonight." He yelled taking a step towards. I've only seen my brother act like this one time, and that was after the accident. I hated seeing him like this. He was too young and too attractive to go through all this stress.
"Dude, chill. She isn't changing and yes we are going out tonight." Sasha growled glaring at my brother.
"She certainly is." Brayden bit back, he returned Sasha's glare.
A throat clearing turned our attention to Scott who has yet to say a word, until now that is.
"Can I talk to you for a moment?" He pointed the question directly at Brayden. Brayden stiffly nodded before leaving the room.
"What is his problem?" Sasha growled glaring at the doorway the two boys left through. I laughed and nudged her.
"He's just over protective, you know that." I told her, which was true. Ever since the accident he is stepping up his role as older brother.
Chapter4
I knew he was going to act like this too when he saw me. He encouraged my change after the accident. I grew depressed and then one day I just snapped. Sasha had come to complain about me being boring and not going clubbing with her. I just snapped, I yelled at her and ranted. I went to my closet and got rid of all my cute, revealing, tight clothes. I remember throwing them out my window along with the high heels and accessories and makeup. After I was through Brayden calmly asked Sasha to leave. That was the only time they seemed to get along, during my depression. He took me and bought me new clothes. I wore baggier clothing, sweat and hoodies mostly. I got rid of my contacts and took out my dorky glasses I had in the seventh grade and sworn good looking clothes, men and makeup off. I changed and I liked the change, and apparently so did my brother.
Scott and Brayden came back a few minutes later. Brayden of course looked like he was ready to kill someone while Scott had his easy going smile on his face.
"Can we go now?" Sasha asked, throwing her arms in the air.
"Yeah, go start the car." Scott said tossing her the keys. She smiled and left without a backwards glance.
When she was gone I turned to Brayden and opened my mouth to explain to him not to be mad. But he pulled me into a bone crushing hug. I was a little surprised by this. We were always so close so I wasn't shocked by his show of affection but I was shocked that he was letting me go.
"Uhm... ok?" I said, patting his back awkwardly. He just chuckled and squeezed me tighter
"Be careful and stay safe. That dress is dangerous." He whispered in my ear than pulled away giving me a sad smile. I saw the panic in his eyes, every time I left the house he insisted on going, to be my protector. I felt a little bad and almost insisted he come with us but he talked before I could get a word out. "Since it turns out I don't have to supervise the misfits tonight, I'm going over to Kelly's." He said and I made a face at this, he chuckled at this.
"Break up with her! You could do so much better." I said in disgust. Kelly was my brother's girlfriend. She was rude to me whenever she came over. I should tell him what she does to me that will make him break up with her. I thought that through... that might just work.
"Don't be like that." Brayden said rolling his eyes. We argued about this all the time. But we would run in circles, he wouldn't listen and I wouldn't give up.
"No. You don't be like that. Wake up and see who she really is. A promiscuous person who sleeps around behind your back. I really don't know what you see in her." I huffed.
"Uh I'm a guy, do I really need to tell you what I see in her?" He said laughing at my expression.
"Oh that's nice, you're using her for your needs, is that it? Do you love her or something?" I asked.
He just laughed and shook his head. "She's not that bad, you liked her in high school." He pointed out.
This was true, I had liked her. LIKED, past tense. She moved in her junior year, and was a shy, quiet bookworm. I liked how quiet she was, she was a good listener and with some makeup she looked really pretty. And well she met Brayden... and Brayden was in the popular crowed, he was captain of the football team, baseball team and basketball. And when they met he fell in love and she grew more confident. Needless to say the popularity went to her head and she changed into a completely different person. She wore miniskirts, dyed her hair blonde, wore lots of makeup and turned into Queen Bi-ch. And yet, my brother stayed with her. He claims the girl he knew was still there, and he didn't mind the change but she was still herself. He was a blind fool.
"Liked, past tense. I don't have time for this argument. I'll argue with you later." I said just as Sasha honked the horn. "Let's go." I said grabbing Scott's hand and dragging him out the door. I let Scott have the front passenger seat as we got in the car, not wanting to deal with Sasha's chatter. I sat in the back tense, my mind going crazy. I had just thought of 50 ways this night was going to go. And none of them had a happy ending.
Chapter5
We stood outside the club in a line, luckily we got here early enough that we were close to the front. As we waited we talked and huddled close, the cold November air nipping at our exposed skin. Well at least it was on mine.
"I.D." the bouncer barked holding his fat hand out.
I gave him my I.D. He looked at it for a long moment before looking up at me before looking back at the little picture with information around it. Ok seriously this guy was taking his job a little too seriously. I mean it's a teen club.
Without saying a word he handed my I.D. back to me and stepped aside, allowing us to go inside. Sasha grabbed my hand and I grabbed Scott's as she pulled us into the club. I watched my step as she dragged us deeper and deeper into the club and into the dancing crowed. I looked up and saw she was navigating our way to an empty booth in a corner.
"This is crazy." She shouted as she sat down. I nodded and looked around.
It really was crazy; there were platforms that lined on the walls, where girls or couples could dance if they wanted to. There were strobe lights going off and different lights blinking every now and then. The 'Bar' was on the back wall, booths and cushions lined the other walls, leaving the middle as the dance floor. The DJ was on its own little separate platform by the door. Low light hung from the ceiling giving off some lights, but not a whole lot. I felt so out of my element, I wanted to go home.
Turning to shout something at Sasha no words came out when I saw a guy bending over her and whispering something in her ear. She nodded and sent a wink my way; she grabbed his hand and pulled him into the dance floor. I sighed. I knew she was going to ditch me. Figures.
Scott stood up and my spirits sank. Great, he was ditching me too. But he turned to me and held out his hand. Smiling up at him with relief I smiled back and let him pull me to the dance floor. I felt a little nervous about this; I haven't danced with another guy since my accident. I reminded myself that this was Scott. And that he would protect me, not hurt me. With that in mind I let him put his arms around my waist. The dance floor was pretty jammed so I scooted closer to him and put my arms around his neck and placed my hips flush against his.
He seemed a little surprised when I started moving to the beat and I couldn't help but laugh. I moved up so I could talk to him.
"Don't be so surprised, I trust you, and Sasha's right, I need to live a little. For one night, I will forget everything that happened. But just for tonight." I told him, pulling back I saw him grinning from ear to ear. He nodded and started moving his hips with mine. I knew he was happy that I finally agreed to be happy, but it was only for one night.
We moved our hips together as we swayed to the beat. For the first time since the accident I let myself smile and laugh. I felt like the old me, and it was a little refreshing to know that I haven't lost her. Laughing at the feeling I got more and more as the song went on, I let my hands trail down Scott's torso and bent a little so I was grinding down his body. I looked up and saw his shocked face, it just made me feel even giddier. We never danced like this, even before the accident. I was always a flirt, even with Scott. But I never grinded on a guy like this, ever.
As I moved back up his hands moved from my hips down so they rested just above my butt. I cut him a look but he just shrugged it away and smiled down at me. We continued to bump and grind on each other as time passed. Song after Song we danced, my feet were killing me and my throat was dry. I need a break.
As if reading my mind Scott grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the dance floor.
"Want a drink?" He shouted as we made our way towards the 'bar' I nodded and let him pull me the rest of the way.
"Hey, kitty's," The man behind the 'bar' said grinning as if he knew something we didn't. "What will it be? Kool-Aid, milk, water?" He said sarcastically.
"Water," Scott shouted and pulled money out of his wallet. He handed over the money just as the man handed him the water. Scott saluted the dude then grabbed my hand.
Scott expertly navigated our way to an empty booth in the corner. I uncapped the bottled water and took a large gulp from it.
"Are you having fun?" Scott asked, not having to shout over the music anymore. Our booth was out of the way.
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