Behind The Masks Of Blood ;hes;

chapter 9

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[Bella] :                

                            The party was crowded with hormonal adult teenagers that were dancing and grinding on eachother repeatedly. I scrunched my nose at the view of the floor dance that already digusted me. I have never attended any parties in my life. I did not even like them. And I do not know what encoureged me to come.      

                            By this time people were high drunkened and flirty as hell. I had about two drinks and then I stopped noticing Harry leading a blonde up stairs. I do not care about him but he seems like a sex addicted. I have only been here for three days and for now I saw him making out and now going up stairs with this girl.

                            I turned my head once they were out of view. I bit my lip trying to collect myself. I felt lonely suddenly. I had no one with me they all were so busy with either one night stand girls or their real girlfriends.

                            After half an hour I decided more drinking might help me forget abit about everything. From the encounter with Gratte to Harry's kiss.

                            Six full cups. I drunk six full cups and I have never felt more good in my life. Yet tiredness decided to possess my body. I licked my lips looking around me as dizziness suddenly hit me. I started see things moving abnormally.

                            “Maybe I have to take a rest.” I told myself lowly as I support myself standing from the couch. I slowly trying to narrow my eyes moved till I got to the stairs. My legs felt weak and my eyes felt puffy and swollen. I climbed the stairs with difficulty carrying my body up.

                            The first room I saw its door I opened it and stumbled in, only to be met by two strangers fucking hard on the bed naked.

                            I giggled as I stand on the door. “You guys making babies ?” I questioned stupidly only to be rewarded by the man shouting at me to get out.

                            “Fine. Fine you wreck bitch.” I slammed the door with a thud as I stumble on my own steps. I saw three door of bed rooms. I counted to three as I close my eyes and point at a door of them. Opening them again I smiled at the door I picked.

                          “I hope no one marrying here.” I mumbled to myself as I walk toward it and slowly turning the knob to open it. I pecked my head inside as a cold blow of the air conditioner hit my face and I smiled at the empty room.

                            I could not even discover the room fussily. All I saw was the king sized bed and I happily welcomed the feeling of the mattress against me. I laid back flat on it as the air conditioner blew gusts of cold air into me. I was thankful for the supplies in this room because I was burning down stairs.

                            My eyes slowly closed embarcing the ugre to sleep with my arms wide open on the bed but the sleep almost drifted away instantly when I heard the same thick british accent.