Trapped

Hello fellow Wattpaders! Thank you for reading my story! This is a story I finished just a little while ago and decided to post for fun! It's going to broken up into five or six parts, not some long epic novel, just a short piece! This was amazingly fun to write, but if you are looking for intense plot or amazing description, I suggest you look elsewhere. This was just for fun and has drama, romance and lots of laughs! If you love the popular cliche type romances, then  you will love this! Please give it a chance regardless, who knows, maybe you will like it!

This chapter (or I guess part) is dedicated to LoveMeAsIAm, one of my besties, for supporting me while writing this and being impatient for me to write more. Without her, I would have quit writing forever. So a big thank you to her, and go check out her story Only In My Dreams, it rocks, but she needs to UPDATE!

Anyways, hope you enjoy!

-Kira

“I still don’t understand why you have to take me to this stupid party,” I grumble, crossing my arms and plopping down on my older sister’s bed.

                “I’ve told you before and I’ll tell you again: the only way mom and dad will let me go to this stupid party is if you come along,” Ari replies as she tries on what seems to be the hundredth outfit that looks the same as all the others, and just as slutty. “Besides, Ames, you’re seventeen, for crying out loud! You should jump at the chance to go to a college party with your older sister! You know, drink a couple of drinks, and meet a cute guy…” she trails off and waggles her eyebrows at me.

                “Eww, no, you’re the hooker of the family, I wouldn’t want to take your spot. And ever heard of roofies or alcohol poisoning? Something called rape perhaps?”

                Ari rolls her eyes at me and walked around in her outfit, a black mini skirt, fishnet leggings, leather boots and a tank top that shows off her belly button as well as her zebra print neon green bra. “What do you think?” she asks me as she does a little pose. Her dirty blond hair is straightened and her brown eyes are surrounded by eye shadow, mascara and eye liner, making her look like a deranged raccoon.

                “You look like the finest of whores,” I reply, layering my voice with sarcasm. “I don’t see how mom and dad let you leave the house like that.”

                “And this is why I have this!” Out of her closet she pulls out a long trench coat that goes down to her knee. She puts it on and ties the band around her waist. “See, mom and dad will never know what’s under here!”

                “You look like the old men who wear that with nothing underneath and go to the public places to flash people,” I observe sourly.

                Ari sighs, lifts me off of her bed and holds my face in her hands. “Look, just because your idiot boyfriend Justin-“

                “Jason,” I correct her.

                “Whatever, cheated on you with some blond bimbo, it gives you no right to be a Debbie Downer. Cheer up, this could be your comeback party! Hook up with a new guy, forget all about what’s his face. “

                “It’s easy for you to say, you don’t even remember the name of the guy you hooked up with the morning after,” I mumble under my breath.

                My sister takes a step back, clearly offended. I know I went past the line with that comment, but I was just in a sour mood. You would be too if you found out your boyfriend for a year cheated on you with some cheap, sleazy blond bimbo because you wouldn’t have sex with him.