"The trust of the innocent is the liar's most useful tool." Stephen King
(unedited)
Tiana's P.O.V
~7:10 PM~
Techno music vibrates through my body, and strobe lights flash enough to be a threat for potential seizures. There's a strong stench of alcohol everywhere, and I don't see one sober person in this place. Wonderful, absolutely fantastic.
"Wanna dance?" Matchitehew is forced to yell in order for me to hear. I nod my head instead of attempting to talk over this noise.
Then it happens. What are the odds of this fucking happening? Ryder is here. Ryder sees me. Ryder is out for blood. His eyes are pitch black from what I can see, but they always are. He sits at the bar with a drink in hand. Almost all woman and some men stare at him like he's the best piece of meat in a Deli, but he pays no attention to them. Like a magnet, his eyes are glued to me-my body, my lips, my eyes.
No. I'm not letting him ruin this for me. I just have to ignore him. That should be easy right.
Matchitehew is already on the dance floor grinding up on another girl. Is this how dates work at clubs? I shrug my shoulders. I'll try it.
~10:00 PM~
I'd been dancing for a while and soon enough, someone is holding my waist and swaying to the beat. I get a glance of the stranger and see a blonde hottie, but he's not hotter than Ryder. No. Shit. Damn it. Damn him. I have to stop thinking about him.
As soon as that thought crosses my mind, I instinctively look over to where I saw Ryder last. A big breasted, beautiful girl is whispering in his ear and trying to catch his attention. I expect him to be welcoming her with open arms, but am surprised to see him attempting to politely decline. But he is no longer looking at me, instead at the guy groping from me behind. If looks could kill, this beautiful stranger would be dead ten times over.
Suddenly, Matchitehew appears in front of me and blonde puts his hands in the air.
"Sorry bro. Didn't know she was taken."
Luckily, Matchitehew didn't make a big deal of it. He shoved something in my face, and only then did I notice he had gotten us drinks. How nice of him.
"It's sweet like you," he purrs with a wink and a smirk.
"Smooth," I compliment before downing the substance. My face contorts from the brief, new burning sensation. "Woah!" I howl out like the girls in the room usually do often.
My body loosens and all the stress in my life slips away.
~10:15 PM~
I no longer have any control. This no longer feels okay.
The room is spinning, and there is three of everything. Matchitehew appears in my view and his smirk does not intrigue and lure me. I feel threatened by it and it's outer ambitions.
"Feeling okay?" he asks almost mockingly.
My feet wobble, and I topple to the ground. I'm tilted in a way where I can see Ryder looking down at me. I pled to him with my eyes for him to do something.
Ryder stands up, and I convince myself he's coming to help me. Maybe he had a change of heart, maybe he accepts me now, maybe...he turns around and walks out of the club. Onto the streets, and into the night. Every second he's going farther and farther away; every second I lose more of my chance to be saved.
The pain is worse than I expected. You would think I'd be used to this. I now know I never will. I will always hurt, and HE will always hurt me.
In my hazy state of mind, I watch my vision rise. My skin numbly tingles with Matchitehew carrying me forward.
The people around us don't notice, and if they do no one is making a move to help me. Is this normal for them?
I'm not sure what Matchitehew plans to do with me, but I doubt he has good intentions.
With the very little strength I can muster, my leg twitches towards Matchitehew face, just missing his jaw.
"Fucking bitch!" His voice is no longer coated in a honeysuckle tone. The true colors shine through the menacing words spat from his mouth. How could I have trusted him? "The witch said the potion would last longer. It's supposed to go on for a half an hour considering she's only a human. It's only been 10 minutes. Did mixing it in the damn drink lessen my time?"
A witch? He put a potion in my drink? I thought he just roofied me, but then I would still be able to move. How am I even still conscious?
He takes something out of his pocket and sets me on the ground in the alley way we've apparently walked to. "Open," Matchitehew demands me.
Seriously? I can't move because he drugged me, and he wanted me to take another one? Is he stupid?
My head suddenly tilts to the side and A fading burn spreads across my cheek. "Fucking open!" "I can't!" I want to yell. "Fine," he huffs, "I'll do it for you."
Without my help, he pries open my jaw and shoves a tasteless pill onto my tongue. I guess that it dissolves because my sight hazes over.
The last thing I remember before everything goes black is hearing Matchitehew say "We're gonna have loads of fun," with a smirk planted on his lips, and seeing a dark silhouette stop, pause, and walk away.
A/N:
I decided that I'm not going to be putting pressure on the length of the chapters anymore. If they're short, they're short; If they're long, they're long. I hope you enjoyed. Goodbye fellow readers and have a turquoise Tuesday.
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