Even though … I don’t tell you all the time
You had my heart a long, long time ago
Yeah, you had my heart a long, long time ago
Mm … in case you didn’t know
No, no … in case you didn’t know
Chloe is jumping up and down, clapping her hands, and waving, between her pulling faces and giving me evil glares. She definitely thinks the song is for her. Ren is giving me the stink-eye.
The song ends, and for a few seconds, I can only stare at the man on the stage; even from this distance, his eyes are as green as green can be, and I gulp down half the blue drink in one shot.
“That song was pretty perfect,” Kiara gushes, “It got me all gooey and mushy. And I just turned sides. I’m all team Damena now.”
She’s talking so loud that the people at the other tables look over in our direction.
“Did you listen to the words of the song? It describes your relationship perfectly,” she leans forward and lowers her voice this time. I nod, also leaning over the table now, not wanting our conversation to be overheard by the wrong ears.
“What relationship?”
“Seriously?” Her eyes are daring me to say anything against her, so I do.
“For now we only have a pact. Or it might be a dare, I’m not sure.” That’s the truth. And as far as I know, Damion Grimm doesn’t do relationships.
“How do I know he’s not just playing with my feelings again?”
“You don’t. Let’s say that love is a roller-coaster, you get in and put the safety belt on. You don’t know if it’s actually going to keep you safe, but you trust it will. Then you keep your eyes open and hang on like hell through all the ups and downs, and when you reach the end, you’ll look back at an epic ride worth the risk. But if you don’t take the risk and never get in, there’s no ride, no epic-ness and you’ll always wonder about what you’ve missed out on.” These words are so anti-Kiara … she doesn’t believe in love and romance. But I know she’s saying this because she knows I’m a true romantic at heart.
“Okay, let me see if I get this … the roller-coaster is a metaphor, right? So what happens when the safety belt breaks?”
“You fall and go out on a high,” she says, “Which is much better than growing old a prude virgin with twenty cats.”
“Ten. It’s ten cats.”
I try my best to sound serious, but then we both burst out laughing, earning us some stern looks from Chloe and Ren.
“Ug, why did God create Adam? Just think, if it were Anna and Eve how easy life would have been.”
“BORING!” Kiara scolds my proposal rolling her eyes. “All the Adams were created to give us something to laugh at. And some wonderful wonderful orgasms.”
“True.” And I would definitely not feel all tingly down south for any Anna, that’s for sure.
I notice Damion ducking as a bra comes flying from the crowd and then another lacy black lingerie piece hits Mike full in the face. I start to belly laugh and snort when someone shouts “Damion marry me please!”
Damion disappears as Mike announces the next song – Perfect. It’s for some or other girl from some or other guy.
I’m starting to feel a little sluggish, maybe tipsy. I take another small sip, waiting in anticipation for the song to start. I pick up the glass and eye the content with one eye, making Kiara giggle.
“This is one strong frickin drink,” she chuckles some more. The cocktail has more kick than I thought. I put the glass against my lips and down the last bit of the contents.
I found a love, for me
Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead
“I love this song from Ed Sheeran.”
“Sheeran … she ran …” Kiara boffs, almost folding double, and I join in. Frick. We have the giggles. Everything seems a little hazy. I blink a few times to regain focus.
“I need to pee,” I crow while Kiara dunks her head onto her arms on the table while giving me a small wave. I reach the bathrooms but stare at the door, swinging on my feet, trying to figure out if the little person picture on the door is the same sex as me.
I conclude that the one wearing a skirt must be it, so I walk through the door, holding myself up by falling from wall to wall. Wow, that drink was really really potent … what was Logan thinking giving me that?
I make it to the basin and splash some water on my face, looking in the mirror. A worm crawls from the drain pipe … a big fat green worm. I squirm and try to squash it with my finger.
A dude enters the bathroom and I’m just about to tell him that he chose the wrong door, when I see the reflection in the mirror – from under a black hoodie a clown is staring right at me. The bastard grabs me from behind, holding a knife against my throat.
Even if I wanted to I’m not capable of fighting, I’m not even sure I’m capable of moving.
“I need you to deliver a little message to your uncle.” The voice sounds familiar.
“Harry?” I gasp, but he shakes his head and grunts.
A knife traces along the contours of my body, between my breasts, and then down my arm. I still can’t move and I’m way past intoxicated now. Hell, I’m not even sure the guy is real at this moment. But then he speaks again.
“Tell your uncle to be at this meeting!” Now his voice has a deep baritone key. He stuffs a piece of paper in my hand and I cling to it as if it’s going to make everything better.
“Is it like a date? Are you asking my uncle out?” It feels as if I just woke up from anesthesia and my brain has a mind of its own. I’m drunk, but also so much worse. My knees buckle, but the clown holds me up. He kisses my neck and then moves the knife under my ruffled jabot, cutting it open to reveal my breasts covered in a lacy black bra. He pulls in his breath and grunts.
“Oh, I’m going to like fucking you, baby.”
“Are you a bad man? Or a good man? Is it you Harry?” I know it’s me speaking but my voice sounds like a Disney character. I look at myself in the mirror and worms start to crawl all over the walls and spread to the ceiling.
“No, it’s D,” he says and puts the knife against the left side of my throat, I manage to scream but his hand covers my mouth preventing any sound from escaping. The mask on his face is smiling at me through the mirror, thick red lips and scary dark eyes, paralyzing me with fear. I swear I can’t breathe.
“Please,” I plead sounding like Donald Duck.
He starts laughing with that red smile and all the fat green worms are laughing with him. He’s going to fucking eat me! Terrified I start to panic and struggle.