He's Back

Chapter 4

It was Sunday today, which means no work, and a pamper day for me.

I welcome the day with a big smile on my lips, and sing along Taylor Swift the whole time in the bathroom doing daily stuff. It was just about 11am, so I decided to stay in my night suit.

My stomach growled like a hungry beast, forcing me to put something in it, considering I slept without eating dinner the last night. But before going downstairs, I put on my charcoal mask.

Instead of walking like a normal human, I hop on my way to the kitchen, while singing one of my most favourite songs.

"It's become so hard for me to be surprised, but you're bringing back the real me no judgment in your eyes!!!! When I dance with YOU, that's how I speak the truth. . ." I kept on singing loudly throughout the making of some pancakes.

And when I turn around with the plate in my hands, I let out a startled scream.

Danial is leaning against the wall, for God knows how long. Oh my god! Did he witness my whole singing! Aaaa that's so embarrassing! I has totally forgotten he was at our house!

His smirk is wider than ever. "Drew Seeley, really?" he teases, pushing off the wall and marching across the room to me. Thank God I have my mask on so he cannot see my cheeks that are burning the brightest shade of red right now.

He snatches my plate, and begins walking out, saying, "Thanks for the breakfast."

One would find it hard to believe he just woke up. Except for his hair, everything looks pretty perfect. There's no hint of 'bad breath', no morning raspy voice-which isn't a bad thing though-and his shirt isn't even creased.

Wait. . . Where's my food?

"Danial! Go get your own food!" I shout, running after him into the lounge. He laughs out loud and runs on the opposite direction from me.

"Oh, by the way I used your toothbrush!"

Okay. Now he's just messing around. I hope. . .

He smirks playfully, stuffing his mouth with my pancakes. "Sorry, I didn't tell you. But you were sleeping and I didn't want to disturb you."

I feel like vomiting. I-I feel nauseous.

His laughter rises to a whole new level as I run in the kitchen and begin rinsing my mouth with the water. Maybe I should put Vinegar or dish soap.

"Geez, I'm kidding! Relax, God!" He's still laughing uncontrollably.

I press my lips in a straight line, spin around and glare at him in the most deadliest way possible. If looks could kill, he wouldn't be breathing. "You almost gave me a heart attack!" I yell in his face. He puts on a guilty expression with his eyes lowered like he's ashamed. Good, he should be. 1 2 3 4

Literally after 4 seconds, he bursts out laughing, this time with tears in his eyes and his body on the floor.

With an eye roll, I walk back upstairs in my room to wash my face mask. With a quick work of my makeup, I throw on my spaghetti straps dark blue shirt, and denim jeans.

After about fifteen minutes when I go back downstairs to make some cereals for myself, Danial is nowhere to be seen. I check up on Drew who's still sleeping, then I watch Netflix for some hours.

• • •

Good things happen to good people, but sometimes they also happen to people who are both good and bad.

Like me.

Getting an invitation to Marla Sterling's birthday party was like being invited to a Royal ball. She is my classmate, extremely rich, and the nicest person ever. According to Sam, she only invites the 'good people' as in innocents, but this year she broke her own rules when the whole school was invited.

We were given a holding on Monday, because there was some sort of issue consulting with electricity. They were gonna fix it, so our good girl Marla texted us all her address along with a brief note that read "Hello, you are invited to my seventeenth birthday party! I'll be looking forward to your arrival."

My whole squad was ready to join the party except for me.

"MYRA, just wear that black dress, it's amazing!" Grace shrieks in a high pitched voice and Sam dramatically cover their ears.

I give that glittery long dress another look and pout to myself. "I don't know. . . It's too girly."

I hear muffled laughter from behind me. Sam says, "Then why did you buy it, Myr?"

I glare at him while he grins. "It was a gift from Mom. You all know I don't wear this stuff."

Only Grace is paying any attention to me along with my whining. Hope and Selena are busy fussing over their hair, the boys except for Sam are downstairs playing X-box with Drew.

Grace blows out a tired breath and walks to me in her black high heels. She looks gorgeous and classy as always. Her eyes are smoked around the corners with a black eyeshadow, the nude on her lips matches her dress, and her red hair fall over her front in tight curls.

She grabs the dress from me, frees it from the hanger, and throws it in my way. "Utter one more word, and I won't think twice before cutting you in half. And you know I'm a woman of my word."

Nothing made sense to me, honestly.

I scowl at her but hers is more frightening than mine. And because I wish to live, I'm walking in the bathroom with this ugly dress. Glitter, seriously?

~

The huge mansion was already blasting with music, and the road was packed with expensive cars when we arrived.

We enter the house through the front door that was opened by a man in a uniform around in his thirties. I give him a small smile and follow my friends inside.

"I can't breathe here!" I yell in Hope's ear so she can take me somewhere where girls and boys aren't dancing while the atmosphere doesn't feel so thick and suffocating.

She nods and leads me in a huge kitchen while the rest join the crazy dancing crowd. How do people manage to breathe?

"Please, let me go!" I hear a girl shout just as we enter the kitchen. Hope and I exchange a confused expression and look over to the girl.

There were three guys surrounding her, one had a firm grip on the girls wrist while the others laughed at her cries.

Anger and fear claws at my skin. "We need to help her," I say.

Grace nods, and whispers, "I'll get the boys, just stay here, okay?" No. She narrows her eyes, saying a bit harshly now, "Don't do anything stupid, Myra." I manage to nod with my eyes still on the scared girl and the filthy men.

Men are so filthy. They don't care about anyone and just get what they want. I hate them with all my hatred!

"Help! Help! Help!" she screams, trying to get free from his hold.

They all laugh. "Come on, sweety, quit shouting!"

And I'm no longer Myra Kerrington, no longer the girl with soft skin, and a warm heart. I'm shaking from anger like a man does when his ego gets hurt. And suddenly I feel like I have a black belt in karate.

"Get off her, you piece of trash!" I shout, yanking the man back. He stumbles backwards and falls on his back.

"You little-" he shouts, managing to hoist up on shaky legs. He makes a move to hit me, and my eyes automatically snap shut.

Umm. . . Okay. I am not that brave like I thought I was. I'm just a girl without a black belt names Myra Kerrington. Please God, forgive me for my stupid move!

I wait for his hand to collide with my face but nothing happens. Phew! I almost had a heart attack. I slowly peel open one eye, and then the other. Surprisingly the disgusting man is no longer standing, rather he's lying on the floor with a boy punching him nonstop.

My mouth drops open in shock when Danial looks up and passes me a scowl.

Of all the people, Danial had to be my saviour?