Chapter 4

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"Wake up, whore," Dayna said as she slapped my face with a pillow, making me groan and turn around in bed.

"Happy Birthday, Michelle! I love you!" Tiffany yelled in my ear right before she jumped onto my bed and crushed me with her weight. I hissed in pain from where I laid on the bed, trying to bite back the pain in my back.

"Happy eighteenth, sis," Zach said politely with a chuckle, making me turn and look at him- or, more like squint to the point where they were basically shut- with a smile.

"Thanks. Love you, bro," I replied as I turned around again on the bed and gave Tiffany a hug, making her giggle. "You too, Tiff."

"What about me?" Dayna asked harshly, making me smile at her sarcastically.

"Thank you, Dayna, for starting off the day of my birthday by calling me a whore," I said in a sickly sweet voice, making her smile at me in the same, sarcastic way.

"No problem. Love you, bitch," she responded, making me glare at her.

"Get out," I growled, her eyes rolling as a reply before casually walking out of the room.

"B-But, Dayna was gonna do your face," Tiffany said in a horrified and rushed way, making me choke on air and Zach snort.

"She was going to what?" I asked as I slowly stopped choking, my mind clearing out of the fog.

"Momma told her to. She said for Dayna to make you look pretty," she answered, making me stop laughing.

What did that woman have up her sleeve?

"What else did mommy say?" I asked, trying to not sound suspicious, as I sat up and looked down at her with a smile.

"Uh, uh, uh! I'm not telling!" Tiffany said sternly as she jumped out of the bed and ran out of the room.

"Where are you going?" I asked just as she was about to exist the room. She stopped dead in her tracks and looked at me with a look that said are-you-seriously-that-stupid.

"To go get Dayna, dumby!" she rushed out before continuing to run. "Dayna!" I faintly heard her yell as loud footsteps echoed from the vacant, empty-of-design hallway into my room.

"So..." Zach said awkwardly as he scratched the back of his head. "It's November... You're moving out as soon as college starts... And I won't be able to see my big sister anymore..." he trailed off, actually sounding really sad about it. My eyes widened in shock at the fact that me leaving home even went through his mind at all, but I decided not to comment about that at this point.

"That's not for, like, nine months, Zach," I decided to say instead, a half hearted smile on my face as I said it. "I've still got time to be with you guys."

"Yeah, but time goes by fast," he countered grumpily, "and and University of Oxford isn't necessarily close by to us."

"I'll come and visit during the holidays, I promise," I whispered as I looked down, the thought of leaving them making me want to cry.

I was a really emotional person when it came to my family, and family in general. But I didn't like showing my emotions, and I didn't like feeling weak. Crying, in my opinion, makes everyone look weak- no matter how big your muscles are.

"How? We're not drowning in money, here. Getting plane tickets to come to the U.S. for just three days isn't worth the money you'll be making in Europe," he muttered, making me shake my head. I loved my family, even if we did want to strangle each other more then half of the time. We were each other's rocks, and we had each other's backs no matter what. Now that I think about leaving, the thought of being away from my family makes me feel like layers of the walls I made around me are slowly being broken down, making me feel more vulnerable to crying by the minute.

"Let's not think about this right now," I whispered with a croaky voice, slowly looking up to face him. I saw him in the same state I was. Gulping harshly so we wouldn't sound like we were about to cry, tears building up but not dropping, and a slightly fierce look in our eyes that showed we were pep talking ourselves not to cry.

"Okay," he answered in a short, cut voice. The reason Zach and I were the closest was because we were basically the same person mentally and emotionally. We both liked to act like we were really tough, but if we saw a little kid on the street with teared clothes and dirt on their face we would automatically run over to them like our butts were on fire and find a way to help them. We had a weird bond, where we knew- no valid explanation of why yet- when the other was lying, hurt, happy, nervous, etc. without even looking at them.

"How about I get dressed into something and you go eat or something? I'll meet you downstairs," I said with a little smile, making his eyebrows raise.

"Are you sure you want to be alone? I could get mom or Tiffany to be with you," Zach blurted out casually, making my eyebrows narrow.

"What are you hiding?" I asked him with a demanding voice as I stood up, only an inch shorter than him.

"What are you talking about?" he asked in a confused voice, making me glare at him.

"I'll castrate you," I threatened, making his eyes widen and his hand make a beeline for his balls.

"Nothing, I swear!" Zach blurted out before jogging out of my room, making a quiet growl slip from my throat.

I wasted no time, I grabbed some clean clothes and threw them on me as fast as I could. After I finished brushing my teeth and running a brush through my hair hastily I ran as fast as I could down the stairs, ready to interrogate everyone in the house.

And let me tell you, when I got down the stairs I saw a lot more people that I had to interrogate than I would've thought.

"SURPRISE!" I automatically heard people scream as soon as I came into their view. I stopped dead in my tracks at what I saw, my mouth dropping from shock.

All of my aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents- of them coming here from Europe-, and friends were here holding up a big, colorful, homemade sign that said "HAPPY BIRTHDAY MICHELLE!"

There weren't a lot of fancy decorations- just the sign and a couple little decorations hanging from the ceiling-, but I didn't care about the decorations. The only thing that I was focused on was that all of the closest people to me were finally all together in one place, after 18 years of being separate.

A tear fell down my cheek as I stood there, a small smile on my face.

This was the birthday I've been wishing for since I was six, and I finally got it.

"Thank you," I croaked out quietly as I slowly continued to walk down the stairs, still in shock. My mom and dad ran over to me with nervous grins. I could tell they weren't completely sure about this idea to bring everyone here, but I'm thankful they did.

"Well..." My mom trailed off, searching my eyes for her unspoken question.

"Do you like it?" my dad asked, making me sniff and shake my head.

"No, dad, I don't like it," I said as looked both of them in their eyes. Their smiles dropped slightly, but before they could turn into frowns I finished my comment by saying, "I absolutely love it."

"Yay! Bobo loves it!" Sammy, my four years old cousin, screamed out cheerfully, making everyone laugh and the party start.

Immediately my mom and her two sisters ran into the kitchen while my dad and his brother walked to the back where the entrance to the garage and backyard was. My little cousins all screamed, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" at the same time, before running off to the front door, judging by the giggles most likely going to play a game.

"Don't hurt yourselves!" I yelled back to them just before the front door slammed shut. my older cousins-ages varying from fifteen to nineteen- were all in the corner of the living room now, making conversation while drinking different types of drinks.

I was about to walk over to them, but was stopped when someone wrapped their arms around me and another person covered my eyes. "Guess who?" I voice that I noticed sounded really low and unfamiliar said, making me snort.

"Katie's holding me, Breanna's covering my eyes, and Brooke is talking," I stated in a sure voice, making everyone behind me snort before laughing their butts off, the arms falling off of me.

"You were supposed to say, 'My imaginary boyfriend?'," Audree corrected, using a higher voice when she was talking for me.

"Oops, sorry," I said sarcastically with a smile, turning around to look at them.

"Happy birthday!" all of them sang out with their arms thrown in the air, making me chuckle.

"Thanks!" I replied cheerfully, realizing I've never been this happy my whole life.

"What should we do?" Stella said quickly, a grin on her face. I shrugged my shoulders, not really knowing myself.

"I know," Katie stated with a smirk. "We'll wait until the sun falls and the party dies, but after this we're going to party hard."

I got the meaning behind that almost immediately. "No," I said automatically. "No alcohol, or strippers, or anything like that."

Everyone laughed, except for Katie who looked like I just ripped out the feeling of cheerfulness from her body. "You seriously need to get out of this house. You never go to the mall, or sleepovers, or parks, or parties, or... ANYTHING!" Katie scolded, making me roll my eyes.

"Well, my parents don't necessarily think doing some of that stuff is ok, and I don't necessarily want to do some of those things anyway," I lied partially. My parents didn't like sleepovers for some reason, the mall bores me, parks irritate me because of all the bugs that are in the air, but parties... We just don't have the money to buy anything.

"Well you are officially an adult, so you don't need your parents' approval. Plus, if you don't go to this party I'm never going to forgive you," Alivia scolded, making me roll my eyes.

"I don't have any money f-"

"I'll pay!" Stella blurted out instantly, making me hold in a glare. Really? I can't get away with anything?

"I don't have anything to wea-"

"I got your clothes covered," Breanna answered with a smirk, my response to that being a very dramatic and stressed sigh.

"Alright, whatever," I replied grumpily as I stared at the victorious looks on their faces. "I'll go."

"Great!" They all yelled before grabbing parts of my arms and dragging me into the kitchen.

"Let's just hope this goes by quickly," Brooke said to herself quietly, making me snort.

"Funny. I'm thinking the exact opposite," I stated as I turned my head towards her, making her look at me and shake her head.

"Quit being a party pooper," she deadpanned before putting on a grin and running towards the table where the cake was being lit.

It took around ten minutes to get the whole group into the kitchen, and then another fiver to actually get seats. By the time we finished my friends were getting antsy and I was grinning like a lunatic. Maybe I won't be going to that stupid party after all.

"Alright, Michelle, sit down," my mom beamed as she grabbed my shoulders and started moving me towards the very front of the rectangular table- the size lengthened by getting the table and chairs from the living room next to us over to this one.

As I sat down I looked around at the group. They all said smiles and grins on their faces, even my siblings. Everyone looked so peaceful and happy, genuinely enjoying the people around them's company. My heart melted at the sight and I tried with all my might to make a mental picture of this, knowing it would be the last time I would ever see everyone together.

"Let's sing! Let's sing!" Emily, one of my other cousins, chirped as she clapped her hands excitedly, making the other little kids laugh and nod their heads rapidly in agreement.

I just stood there with an uncomfortable face. I never knew what to do when it came to this point in time.

The "Birthday Song".

I've always hated it.

Every single year I never know where to look. You can't stare at a person because it will make them uncomfortable. You can't stare at a wall or the ceiling because it makes it look like you aren't even paying attention. Looking at the floor makes you look shy and stupid. Looking at the cake/presents makes people think you don't care about them and just want that. It's all way too complicating.

"1. 2. 3!" Joey yelled from in between aunt Jenna and uncle Rob, making everyone start to sing to me. While the sang I smiled nervously and started looking wherever my eyes wanted to go.

No, you stared at him for too long.

Really? The bathroom door?

What the hell is that? Is that a stain?

Oh my gosh, I never knew the floor was a little rug over wood. I thought it was carpet.

Why did I ever by that vase.

Ew, is she picking her nose?

This cake is really fricken big.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!" they finished, lengthening the 'you' dramatically.

'Finally,' I thought to myself as I held in a breath of relief.

"Let me cut the cake," aunt Natalie said quietly with a smile before gently getting up from her seat to my left and walking to the drawers to get a knife.

"Make a wish before she cuts it!" Jake said in a rush with wide eyes.

"But what if my wish doesn't come true?" I asked him with a sad smile. I never, even as a child, believed in wishes. It seemed like something foolish ever since the age of four, when I wished for my parents to get more money. I did it out of a good heart, no selfish motifs tied to it, but it still never happened. If anything, they just ended up making less money.

After that, magic and fairy god mothers were just a bunch of crap to me.

"It will. I promise," he said with a mischievous grin, making me raise an eyebrow.

"You promise?" I repeated, making him slowly nod.

"Guarantee it," the five year old said without a stutter, making my eyes want to widen. How did he know the meaning of that word.

"Um... Okay," I said cautiously as I looked down at the cake.

Something in the back of my brain- and I mean so far back that it was almost none existent- actually wanted to make a wish. The other parts of my brain-or should I say, the other 99.9999999999999999999%- told me not to do it. There was no point in wishing for something if you know you'll get nothing out of it. It only builds your hope up, just to have your hope be shattered again.

"Hurry!" Jake said in a rushed voice, making me want to roll my eyes.

"Okay, um...." I said, pretending to wish for something in my head. After a while, a second before aunt Natalie was right next to me, a nodded my head and blew out the candles, absolutely nothing going through my head the whole time.

"What did you wish for?" Every kid except for Jake started yelling out. Jake just stared at me with a blank expression, making me feel like he knew I didn't wish for anything.

That kid was starting to creep me out.

After the cake was served and everyone finished eating we all ushered each other to the fireplace where mom and dad threw the presents in. I saw Breanna holding two bags, one was a glittery pink and the other a shiny black. I remembered her saying she had the clothes portion for me covered with a little smirk on her face and instantly concluded that at least one of those bags would have some kind of skimpy clothing in it, making me shudder.

"Okay! Ours first!" my mom said, shoving a small box into my face. I carefully grabbed it and took it out of her hands with a raised eyebrow, my brain trying to think what could be in this box. At first I thought it would be a gift card, but with the look on my mom's face I knew it was more valuable then that.

"Open it!" Katie yelled from the back of the room impatiently, making the whole room laugh and me raise my arms up in mock surrender before opening it.

"It's..." I said as I lifted the lid of the box. "... Keys?" I trailed off in confusion as I stared at the weird key that was on top of a bunch of glitter. "Why did you give me a-" I said, but my eyes widened and I cut myself off before I finished my sentence, my mom and dad already running towards me with my dad's phone.

"I took a picture of it while your uncle Rob and I were in the garage," he said with a grin, thrusting the phone into my face quickly. I took it from his hands and looked it over, my heart thumping quickly.

Now, I didn't know much about cars, but I did know that this isn't the best car someone could ever buy and not the worst one someone could ever buy.

I also knew that my parents probably spent their last dollar on it based on how it looked, which made tears fall down my eyes.

"You don't like it?" my mom asked nervously, my dad looking at me with the same nervous look.

"Are you kidding me? How could I not like it?" I sobbed out happily before bringing them into a fierce hug, grateful that they would do this for me- people in the background making little 'aaaaaawwww' sounds.

"Enough with the drama, it's my turn," Zach said stubbornly as he pulled me away from my parents, making me want to laugh. "Here you go," he said with a wiggle of his eyebrows as he handed me a medium sized red bag. I chuckled and took the bag from him, wiping my eyes with my other hand.

"Thanks Zach," I said as I opened the bag and took out the little colored papers that were covering the present. Inside was a bright red bra and a dark red sling shot, a note in between the two objects. I immediately closed the bag and put the papers that were in my hands back in the bag, playfully glaring at Zach afterword.

"Well?"

"You're a horrible person," I replied to him, making him blow me a kiss and walk away. I rolled my eyes at him while the rest of the room laughed.

"My turn!" Tiffany screamed, pulling at my shirt. I looked over to her and saw she was holding a poorly wrapped rectangular object. I smiled at her small frame before quickly ripping it open and looking at it. Inside was a homemade picture of a big stick figure and a little stick figure- both girls, I'm guessing- with words at the top saying "I LovE You!" and a cute little frame protecting it.

"This is so awesome! I love it!" I said cheerfully making her laugh and blow me an air kiss like Zach before scurrying off with the group of kids that were waiting for her, all of them running to the backyard.

"My turn," Dayna said with a smirk, making me feel a little curious.

"You got me a present?" I asked in a shocked voice, making Dayna show an expression of fake offense.

"Yes, actually," she answered, "and it's custom made too."

"Oh, great," I said, already knowing whatever it was was going to insult me.

"Here!" she said, giving me a white pillow that was twice the size of my head. Seeing there were no words on the side she gave it to me I turned it around and looked it over.

"I hope you find someone who will love you for the lazy piece of shit you are," I read the cursive words out loud, some of my older cousins snickering in the background. "Gee, thank you.

"No problem," she said sweetly before wiping her hair in my face and walking off.

Presents after presents came and by the time I was done I had a lava lamp, around a thousand dollars, cute t-shirts, hoodies, perfume, makeup, and a gift card to a caffe. It's been half an hour after the presents and the party has officially ended. People were either leaving or in the backyard where there my dad was grilling up steaks.

Meanwhile, I was getting my hair pulling and legs viscously waxed by my friends.

"Ouch! You elbowed me when you ripped off the strip!"

"Then move!"

"Ouch! Did you rip out my hair?"

"Only a little chunk..."

"A LITTLE CH-"

"Get the clothes ready!"

"I'll go get the makeup!"

"There's split ends! Someone get me scissors!"

"Someone hold her down!"

"1... 2... 3!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Pulling, plucking, coughing, trimming, and a million other things were being done to me all at once; and by the time it was all over I felt seriously violated.

Judges by the proud looks on my friends' faces though, I'm guessing that it was all worth it.

"Okay! Don't touch anything on yourself. We're gonna go get changed now," Audree said as she grabbed some clothes from the black bag Breanna brought and ran out the door to the bathroom in the hallway.

The pink one was my "gift". There's is the black one.

"We'll make it really quick. We want you to look the best," Brooke said before slipping into my personal bathroom with her clothes.

"Why?" I asked, still feeling sore all over.

"Because it your special day, not ours," Stella giggled before slipping into my closet.

"Duh," Katie, Alivia and Breanna said, Katie and Alivia staying where they were while Breanna grabbed the bag and ran into the hallway.

"You're not changing?" I asked them, my nose itching from the powder. I haven't even seen myself in a mirror yet.

"Nah. I'm fine with this," she said, pointing to her light blue ripped jeans, black crop top, and beanie.

"I don't need to change," Alivia said passively as she looked down at her pink floor all blouse and blue jeans, no makeup on her.

"Okay," I said with a nervous smile, noticing the intense stare she was giving me. Like she was trying to piece something together.

"Why are y-"

"Done!" Brooke announced as she slipped out of the bathroom with minimal makeup and a cute cocktail dress.

"That's looks good on you," I complimented, not even bothering to mention the short amount of time it took her. Brooke's always been a person who gets shit done quickly.

"Sexy," Katie laughed, making Brooke glare at her.

"Shut up," she said to Katie, making me look at them with pointed looks. If they started fighting I would blow my top.

"Done!" Stella chirped as she existed the closet, a pink mini shirt and black corset on her with no makeup except mascara.

"Cute," I said with a smile, making her grin.

"Thanks!" she chirped again, just before Audree appeared.

"Finished," she said, slamming open the door. She jumped when it slammed into the wall and blushed when she realized what she did, making the rest of us laugh. "Oops..." she trailed off in an embarrassed voice, straightening up her huge sweater that was made of thin fabric, making her look smaller.

"It's okay, don't worry. I've done worse," I reassured her with a laugh as her cheeks dimmed down in color.

"I'm ready, bitches," Breanna said, coming into the room with a strapless dress that stopped a little bit above mid thigh. "Let's roll."

"Wait, but I didn't see myself," I complained, wanting to know what I looked like for the first- and most likely last- party.

"Mirror!" Audree said, making Alivia smile at me and grab a big mirror from out of her big purse.

My breath hitched when I saw myself.

"Holy shit," I managed to speak, no words coming out after that. My makeup made me look a lot prettier than I thought I could ever be, the hair looked like it was done by professionals, and the clothes they chose really fit my body shape.

A tight-looking leather jacket- that was actually really comfy- hugged my linebacker shoulders, making them look slightly smaller and more straighter. A blood red corset was on me, making my already big boobs look bigger. The black skinny jeans made me look like I had a really nice figure as well, making me wonder where they got all these clothes and makeup products. But before I could even let out a breath Breanna started nudging me out of the room.

"Go, go, go! we don't have all day!" She hissed, making my other friends chuckle as they slipped out of my room.

The drive in Audree's car was a lot shorter than I thought it would be, and the party....

A lot more intimidating than I thought it would be.

"A fraternity party!" I screamed in the car, making everyone jump and bump their heads on the top of the car.

"Yes, dumbass," Katie grumbled as she rubbed her head gently.

"As in college boys?" I growled, making Stella and Breanna grin.

"YES!" They squealed, making me roll my eyes.

"Hey, now I know that we aren't necessarily popular," Brooke said to me "but that doesn't mean we don't know how to party. Lets go!"

Everyone immediately dove out of the car, giddy and hyper.

Everyone, except for me.

"Nope, not happening," I said stubbornly. I've heard a lot of bad things about college parties. Spiked drinks, rape, Peres, etc. and I wasn't necessarily going to test out wether that was true or not.

"Come on! Live a little!" Alivia said as she grabbed my arm and pulled me out, careful not to hurt me.

"If I become pregnant or get some type of disease somehow," I started with a glare at all of them before looking over to the huge fraternity. "I'll kill all of you."

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"We're getting fucked up!" Katie laughed out hysterically after chugging down a whole bottle of beer. Her fifth one... In two minutes.

I don't understand how she's still standing to be honest.

Stella giggled from where she sat on the counter of the kitchen, a cute guy in between her legs, kissing her.

"I'm going to go drunk another get. Hello!" Alivia said happily in a slurred voice, grabbing a random guy's arm and bringing him with her.

"HAVE FUN, BABY GIRL!" Brooke cackled as she came back from the kitchen with a beer in hand.

"Here!" Breanna said from behind me, popping out of nowhere and giving me a beer. "Drink up!"

"I don't think I should," I said, looking around at my friends. "Someone's going to have to drive us h-"

"I am," Breanna said with a mischievous smile and a little- almost sickening- sparkle in her eye. "Just have fun. You're only eighteen once, Michelle."

"Okay," I sighed out after two minutes of just staring at the bottle with Breanna patiently waiting, caving in. I grabbed the bottle from her hand and took a whiff of it, noticing that it had an unusual smell.

'I didn't know that this smelled like chemicals,' I said to myself in my head as I went to take a sip.

"Word of advice," Breanna said quickly, making me stop just as I was about to drink it. "It tastes really bad at first. Chug down half or more of the bottle so you get used to it quicker."

"Okay," I said cautiously and suspiciously, thinking the advice was a little unusual, before breathing in and quickly chugging the bottle. As I drank I realized that I didn't mind the taste, it was just the slight burning in my throat that made me want to stop drinking. But I did what Breanna said and kept drinking, the burning dimming as I kept gulping it down.

By the time I chugged the whole bottle down I felt something in my body craving for more, wanting to feel the burning again. When I turned to ask Breanna for more I saw she was five feet away, caring five more bottles with a grin.

"How was it?" she asked carefully as she put the beers down and opened one up for me.

"Great!" I giggled, feeling a lot happier than I did a couple seconds ago. But also feeling a little... Controlled.

"More?" she asked, making me grin and nod like my little cousins did hours ago. With a little laugh Breanna handed me my second beer, and I swiftly took it and downed the drink in seconds, loving the burning feeling for some odd reason. I drank at least three more bottles after that, loosing count after three and feeling a lot more energetic.

"One more!" I giggled, making her chuckle and open another one up. When I got a hold of it I drained the thing again, looking to Breanna for another one.

"No, you need to calm down now," she chuckled, moving the two beers away from me. "If you have any more you'll die-..." she said just as something in her eye flickered again, before hesitantly saying "On the inside because you'll be a stumbling around drunk! Go dance or something."

"Okay!" I said carelessly with a grin as I walked into the crowd of sweaty bodies, my heart thumping with the ear pounded volume of the music. I kept walking, taking weird turns here and there, not really knowing where I was going anymore.

Eventually I got into a room where couples were kissing in the corners and others were sitting in a circle, spinning an empty beer bottle.

"What'cha playing?" I said with a weird voice that sounded more mischievous than happy, making the guys in the circle wolf whistle and stare at me with almost knowing grins. My sober half wouldn't have liked the looks of that, but I was basically drunk. At this point anything will make sense and seem fine to me.

"Seven minutes of Heaven," a girl said in a slurred voice, making me smirk and raise an eyebrow. When she saw me smirk I think she got mad or thought that I knew something I wasn't supposed to, because she glared at me and spun her head away from me fiercely- most likely not wanting to associate with me.

"How do you play?" I asked as I decided to ignore her, making a guy with black hair and almost a caramel color skin chuckle, his dimples showing as he stared at me.

"Why don't we just show you. Andrew? Spin the bottle," the mystery guy said with a thick accent, making the guy next to him wink at me before spinning the bottle. The bottle span at an inhuman speed, going round and round more than a million times before finally stopping a girl with blindingly bright, light blue hair with almost abnormally big eyes and thick eyelashes.

"Now, we go in the closet," the Andrew guy said, pointing towards the door behind him "and have seven minutes of... Heaven."

"More like Hell with these boys. If you don't want to you could just choose to have a one minute make out session in front of us," the blue haired girl said in a hissing type of voice, but with a kind smile- making me smile back.

"Sounds like-"

"Something you aren't going to do," a guy with an unfamiliar voice said before grabbing my arm and dragging me away from there, a little burning going up my arm. But surprisingly, instead of it hurting, it felt really good.

"Dude, come on!" Andrew growled at the guy, but judging by the way he almost automatically averted his gaze from the guy grabbing my arm, he wasn't going to let me go play any time soon.

"What is wrong with you? Do know how long it took me to find you?" the guy grumbled harshly in a raspy voice- which I found enormously attractive- as he forcefully pushed me around and dragged me through the crowd.

"You were looking for me?" I asked tipsily with a little grin when he brought us into a room and slammed the door shut. I stared at the guy's face and put my hand on his chest, slowly trailing it down as I tried to go on my toes and see the face behind the fog. I couldn't see his whole face, just the outline. It was too dark in this room to see anything above his chin since he was so tall.

I did, though, notice that he gulped and lowered his face to look at my hand. "Yes, I was looking for you," he said trying to ignore my adventuring hand "and I wanted to tell you-"

"Tell me what?" I asked in a slightly raspy whisper as I trailed my hand up his sculpted torso and up to his neck cupping the back of his neck gently.

"I wanted to tell you," he said in a slightly harsh voice right before I noticed something in his eyes flicker. It looked like.... Fog? Smoke?

'So sexy,' my drunk mind managed to think up as I wrapped my other hand around his neck as well.

"Mhmm..." I hummed quietly as I started playing with the nape of his neck.

"I wanted to tell you to not be so stupid out there," he scolded, but everything he said went through one ear and out the other. "Take better care of yourself. Some of those guys could've easily taken your lif-... advantage of you."

"Mhmm..." I hummed, chuckling quietly as stepped more into him. "Interesting."

"Michelle, stop," he whispered, making me raise an eyebrow curiously.

"Why?" I asked in a challenging voice as grabbed his arms and put his hands on my butt before scooting in and wrapping my arms around his neck again without even processing it first. It was like I wasn't even in control of my own body. Like I was a computer that was being turned on and off frantically, never know when I could have my control back.

As soon as he touched me a weird dangerousness swept through my body making me think of things I normally wouldn't think about. Wrath, lust, envy, pride, and death.

Mostly death. Oh how I loved the sound of that right now. Murder, suicide, violence, revenge- it was all like music to my ears.

"Because," he huffed about to move away, but before he could pull away and walk off I pulled him back by the neck with as much strength as I could muster, and kissed him. Almost automatically I felt something weird- kind of like a flavored air or type of gas was being put in me-, but I strangely found the flavor or whatever it was a lot more tasty than I probably should have.

After two seconds I felt him grin and relax, his arms wrapping around me and pulling me up like I weighed nothing. My legs by instinct wrapped around him and pulled him closer to me, loving the air that was coming out of his mouth.

Lust. That was what was now the main focus in my head as I kissed him, feeling less and less in control as we kissed.

Greed. Greed was another one. I desperately wanted to feel his lips on mine, his tongue moving against mine in an animalistic way- both of us fighting for dominance.

But then, out of nowhere, my brain shut down and I didn't know how to breathe; my lungs collapsing in the blink of an eye.

"If you had three wishes, what would they be?" the guy said after a couple minutes when we pulled apart for me to get air, him sounding like he didn't even need a break.

'His lungs must be really fucking big,' I said in a tipsy way, wanting to be closer to him again.

But even with my drunk mind, I still knew whatever was going on with me wasn't supposed to be possible or happening.

"I wish," my drunk self said out loud in a slurry voice, not even bothering to ask why he's telling me to make a wish. "That you will give me more of that air I was tasting! Oh! I I wish to be, like, really hot," I said, scrunching up my eyebrows in thought. Then I grinned, thinking up my final wish. "And I wish for my life to be a lot more interesting than it is right now. I literally, do like nothing, you feel me? Like, I go to school, go home, sleep, and then repeat. I want a cooler life."

"Okay," he said with a grin, his voice getting lower. "And out of those which do you want to come true?"

"I want..." I said like I was picking an ice cream flavor at a store, not even noticing I was still wrapped around him like a koala. "I MORE INTERESTING LIFE! Like, with action and shit!" I finally blurted out, making his grin get bigger.

"Interesting," he said darkly, making me furrow my eyebrows in confusion. "Oh, and happy birthday," he said, when he saw I was about to ask him something.

Whatever I was going to ask was forgotten but the time my brain processed that sentence. "Thanks!" I chirped, hugging his neck again, putting my right arm into his shirt and trailing my fingers along his back. he involuntarily shivered when I did that, his grip on me getting stiffer.

"Don't do that," he said in a weird animalistic voice, sounding like a growl was coming out of his throat as he said it.

"Why not?" I whispered in his ear seductively before I started kissing down his neck, his body shaking slightly as I did so.

"How are you doing this to me?" the stranger as me in a confused voice, sounding slight angered.

I slowly brought my lips away from his neck and looked into where I thought his eyes were, tilting my head. "Doing what?" I asked innocently, not knowing what he was talking about.

"I'm gonna be fucking killed for doing this," he mumbled to himself, but just as I was going to ask what he was talking about I felt him put one hand on the bottom of my thighs to keep me up and one on my neck, slamming my lips into his, the tasty air becoming even more tasty then before.

But after two minutes of the having a heated make out session, I saw something. Or, more like, had visions of something.

Dead bodies, blood, massacres, decapitations, souls coming out of bodies, monsters that looked like demons smiling at me with big grins, and a black screen with screams of horror and terror filling my ears kept replaying through my mind as the air kept getting poured into me- suffocating me.

He started walking towards something, which I realized when he gently put me down, was a bed.

As soon as I laid down I was able to see his full face. His jaw line looked shaped and sculpted to perfection, his lips were just the right amount of plump, his hair was jet black and look soft and smooth, but what really caught my attention was the eyes.

One was a blue as bright as the moon and as rich as the ocean, while the other one was a red color that was as rich as blood and as bright as fire.

I tried to say something but as soon as I opened my mouth I froze.

I literally became paralyzed.

"You should feel really lucky," his beautiful, husky voice said as he showed his pearl white teeth with a big, scary grin. "I don't do anyone favors.

"But since you want your life to be more interesting and I need a little... Help with a couple things..." he said, looking from the ground to me in the eyes. "I guess I could give you more interesting life."

'What did I get myself into?' I said, suddenly not tipsy anymore. I tried to move, I tried to talk and scream, but nothing worked.

Nothing.

"Open your mouth wide," he cooed, opening my mouth a little bit more, to the point where if he went any further it would dislocate. "I hope you like the souls as much as I do," he said with a smirk before his eyes turned pitch black and he tilted his head back, his jaw dislocating.

'STOP, STOP, STOP!' I screamed in my head, as I saw a bunch of white fog come out of his mouth. All of the fog stayed in the air and hung there for a little while, as if not knowing what to do, before going sixty miles an hour into my mouth- feeling like I got the air knocked out of me.

"You got your wish, beautiful," he whispered in my ear as my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

'What have I done?' I asked myself in my head, barely able to talk in my head.

"The name's Samael. But you you can call me death," I faintly heard him say before I blacked out.