Scarlet's Daughter

Chapter 14: Friendenemy

Zora takes long strides towards her room, her curls bouncing with every step shouting "Girls we are going to crash a party!". Stacy takes my empty can from me and walks towards the kitchen. "Annie, why don't you change into something more lively? Want me to help you pick?!" Stacy ask excitedly, returning from the kitchen without the cans. "Sure!" I said just as excited showing Stacy to my room, "I've never been to a party before! Well I mean I've attended birthday parties...but I assume that doesn't count." I opened my closet revealing the inventory. "Oh my." Stacy says breathlessly, and begins examining the possible outfits. "Annie, why don't you pick out a pair of shoes you'd like to wear. That'll narrow down my choices for you." Stacy says scanning me from head to toe, "actually I like the shoes I'm wearing now." I tell her staring at my black all star high tops. "Perfect." Stacy says as she pulls out a pair of skinny blue jeans, black tank top, and a flannel that is yellow and black. "Yellow it pretty loud don't you think?" I said taking my new out from her, while trying to find a spot to put everything down so I could change in the closet. "You're going to a party, be loud and proud.You are starting a new chapter of your life chicka, live in the moment." Stacy says giving me a huge smile and a quick hug. "Thanks for your words of wisdom oh wise one." I say playfully teasing her and finding a small chair with a mirror behind it, I set my outfit on. Stacy chuckled using a sophisticated tone says "why thank you, young pup." She then dramatically bows and closes the closets doors for privacy. 

    How odd I feel at home in all this craziness. I quickly changed my jumper into the original dress my mother had given me and hung it up. I put on the proper undergarments and the outfit prepared for me and moved the chair from in front of the mirror. Oddly enough my eyes weren't bloodshot or puffy. Although, my make-up did need fixing. Further, examining my new look I decided yellow was a better look on the high tops; despite standing out like a sore thumb. So going along with the fun atmosphere I dramatically opened the closet doors posing, noticing Stacy and Zora are waiting from me sitting on my bed. They bursted out laughing at my ridiculous poses and pretended to be poperatzies taking millions of photos of me from all angles, telling me to pose one way, and changing my facial expressions. "Alright, lets get some mascara on and we are good to go!" Zora says enthusiastically skipping to my bathroom door that had a full length mirror hanging on the door. "Annie, I have no idea if you have any make-up. So you can borrow mine till we go shopping!" Zora says excitedly while pulling mascara out of her pocket, putting it on, and throws it at me for me to put on. 

   Once I was finally done, Zora led us out of her apartment to the elevators. "Is the party in the clouds?" Stacy asks while entering the elevator after me. "Cloud 9." Zora says sighing annoyed pressing the button. "Cloud 9 good or bad?" I ask, but before anyone could reply the elevator doors opened. Loud music assaulted my ears and my whole body began to vibrate to the beat of the music. As we stepped out of the elevator, I took in the utter chaos. People of all ages were attending, from 18-65 it looked. One thing for sure though, was that no one was acting their age. My eyes had a rough time adjusting because of the multicolored dancing spotlights. Zora and Stacy looked unfazed, scoffing at couples in heated makeout sessions against the walls of the hallway. It was hard for me to focus on where I was going cause it seemed like the farther we walked down the hallway the more the lights kept getting in my eyes, and the ground was slowly building up thick smoke. The further we walk, I tried seeing the difference of this floor verses the one below us. One thing I noticed was that the hall definitely seemed longer and had no doors. Maybe it's a club floor?? It's amazing how I couldn't hear any of this on the eighth floor!! Lost in my own thoughts I nearly walked into Zora, who had suddenly stopped. I was about to shout at her to ask why she stopped, when I peaked over her shoulder and saw we've come to the end of the hallway. There was a DJ, a lit up dance floor that was mostly bright white lights that would at random change colors to the beat of the song playing. Surrounding the dance floor were sofa's where people were having makeout sessions, drinking, dealing, and doing drugs. Along the right side of the hallway contain a little room for a bar, few tables, and more sofas. 

    Following Zora's disapproving look I spotted a girl, with charcoal straight gray hair, and tan skin. She was leaning over a table, plugging the one side of her nose moving her head across the table. Coke? What kind of club is this?!?! Before I turned to look away from the girl, she comes up and seems to gasp for air. Only to turn to the person closest to her and began making out with them. "OH MY...WHAT THE ACTUAL...OH THAT'S SUPER NASTY!!!" I yell to myself. I turned to Zora and Stacy, only to find them angrily walking to this girl. This must be Harper Lovings. Oh joy. 

    I trailed behind Zora and Stacy, not really wanting to get  involved which frankly wasn't hard. Since the music was so loud I couldn't hear a word they were saying. Although, given that the veins on both Stacy and Zora's necks were popping out. I'd assume they were yelling at her especially when Harper went from vein popping to sobbing. Stacy turned towards me yelling "I'm taking her home. She'll pay for the rumor, and she also says she's sorry. If that apology is worth anything to you." Turning back to Harper, she takes one arm and wraps it around her shoulder to get Harper to her feet for support and slowly begin making their way to the elevators. Zora bumps my shoulder bring me to focus on her, "wanna dance while we are here?" she yells to me. I nodded yes, and she took my hand. The dance floor was packed, the overwhelming smell of sweat, alcohol, and perfume was enough to make me sick. After a few hours dancing we made our way to the elevator. Although, I noticed a dark corner just beyond the elevator was someone with no mistakenly long flowing white hair. Isabella? why is she huddle in a dark corner alone? But she wasn't alone. whoever she is with swapped positions with her, she's now against the wall. This man was not Barin. This man was older, dark peppered hair with scars covering his arms. What repulsed me the most was they were so deep into the heated makeout that hardly noticed that he tore her dress revealing her lacy bra that did little to nothing to cover her n*****s. Zora scoffed at them, took a picture and pulled me into the elevator with her. Instead of pushing the eighth floor button, she pushed the first floor. I looked at her with confusion, but all she did was give me a smirk.