🕸Chapter...24🕷

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When I move a step from him, breaking the kiss, I catch Kristen's cold gaze on me.

"Sky !" Kel's voice rings in my ear.

I turn to see him standing next to Oren and I.

"Your bleeding..." He says.

Oren and I follow the direction of his gaze to my waist tattoos.

Now that he has mentioned bleeding I start feeling the pain.

"Let's go." Kel says while gently grabbing my arm and taking me to the temporary tattoo parlor.

I turn to look at Oren and he's being pulled out of the crowd by... Kristen ...?!

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"That's disgusting." I say to Kel when he hands me a blunt he has been smoking for the last five minutes.

It has been an hour since Kristen took Oren to whoever knows where.

I questioned Blake where they are but he kept saying it's not in his position to tell me anything about their 'relationship'.

I rolled my eyes and let him be.

"What about bourbon ?" Kel asks while handing me a glass full of the whiskey.

I mouth a no then stand up and head towards the basement.

"Where are you going ?" A drunk Kel shouts.

"To the cellar to look for something less alcoholic." I shout back.

"What's the point of coming to a party if you're not going to drink ?" I hear one of Kel's buddy ask but I ignore.

I pass by red cups after red cups all thrown on the floor.

As I go downstairs, I'm cautious of what people are doing on the stairs.

I pass a couple arguing while another is making out.

When I reach the bottom floor, I open a door in the large house, not finding the cellar. It is another large room full of people and it stinks of weed.

I scrunch my nose then close the door.

I open another door and it's occupied with tens of people, drinking, getting high, gossiping.

I sigh and close the door again.

I should have asked Blake for directions...

I'm about to open another door when I hear Kristen's voice from the opposite door.

I turn to leave but my curiosity gets the best of me.

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