Dylan had already left by the time that Felicia found me to tell me that she had had enough of playing good girl. Dylan and I had exchanged numbers and I had promised that I would call him if I found out anything new and he said he would return the favor. He didn't know that he was going to be helping me much more than I was going to be helping him.
It was possible that I was betraying my family, but I was going to find out a way to silence Dylan before he leaked any of the information to the public. At the moment I didn't know what he planned on doing with the information that he was going to gain.
"There's a party going on tonight, you want to come?" Felicia asked as we made our way to the door. I didn't know where the rest of our family went, my brother probably found some poor, unsuspecting girl. I knew I wouldn't see him, and I knew that our parents had gone to some "exclusive" after party where they were going to act like stuck up snobs.
"What kind?" I asked, not wanting to get dragged to another orgy like I had last time. I'm not conservative when it comes to sex, I couldn't count the amount of guys I have slept with on one hand, but I was not up for sleeping with a bunch of strangers, all at once.
"A get fucked up party. Don't worry, it's not a get fucked party. So, you in or out? Not that you have much of a choice because you no longer have a ride home, unless you want to go home with that trash I saw you talking to earlier." She said, giving me a sly look as she slid into the back of a car. I followed her, knowing that she was right. I decided not to defend Dylan, knowing that it was only going to serve to fuel her insults. I looked in the front seat, seeing a girl barely clothed, with a pound of makeup and so much hairspray in her hair that I was choking on it. I could feel the desperation oozing out of her. The man driving had white, spiked hair and almost as much make-up on him as the girl. He had black gages in his ears and a lip piercing. What the hell had Felicia gotten me into this time?
"You going to wear that?" Felicia asked me as she pulled her dress over her head. She pulled out ripped, white shorts and a bando from her purse and slid them on. She exhaled heavily, most likely happy to be out of the conservative clothes. She threw them out of the window and the girl in the front seat handed her four inch black stilettos.
"What else am I supposed to wear?" I asked and she dug through her purse. She threw an outfit at me. The outfit was a white dress, with the middle cut out, which would reveal most of my torso, and chest. It was short, and would barely cover my ass. I shrugged and then stripped myself of my perfect exterior and pulled on the slutty dress. Honestly, it couldn't even be considered a dress, it was more like a shirt.
"I don't have any heels for you, so you will just have to deal with the ones you are wearing." Felicia said, running her fingers through her hair.
"Where are we going?" I asked, looking around. The city lights were flashing by so fast that I couldn't even read the signs. I had never been to this town, so everything was new and fresh, but at the same time the sights were the same as any other city, so they were jaded and dull.
"Does it matter? We are away from the hell." Felicia leaned forward, putting her cleavage on display.
"It does, I don't want to get kidnapped." I mumbled, annoyed that I followed her. Five minutes after I walk in the party, Felicia is going to ditch me for a dick with a pretty face.
"Leesh, you didn't tell me you sister was such a prude." The girl in the front seat said, turning and looking at me with a condescending look.
"Fuck you." I growled. "I'm the girl who gets home safe and you are the one who gets roofied and sold overseas as a sex slave." I glared at her, but even though I was looking at the girl, I saw Felicia freeze next to me. What had I said? Surely she expected this kind of response. I never liked anyone saying anything about me, especially if they were talking about me as if I wasn't right next to them
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Cracks In Glass
Romance"My life was a facade, a set up of white smiles and gentle hands. But all of it was a lie. My life wasn't perfect, my family was far from innocent and I wanted to know why. All my life they had fed me lies, they had told me that everything was ok, t...
