When we got to the party, Paris's house was already lit and bumping with music. We could spot her house from miles away. She actually didn't live too far away from me, which was good considering I wanted to leave as early and quickly as possible.
"Woah! There's A LOT of people. What, did she invite the whole student body?"
Cyan was right, there were A LOT of people. I had to circle the block ten times before a spot opened for me to park. It was a little farther away from the house than I would've preferred, but a little exercise never hurts.
I parallel parked into the spot with expert precision. I had to be extra careful because the spot was really tight to fit my truck.
When I turned sixteen, which was three years after my mom got her big promotion, I had the choice of any car I wanted. I could've gotten a decked out sports car, but I chose a midnight black GMC Sierra instead.
I know. I know. I'm crazy for it, but I already had my jet black motorcycle, a Rizoma.
It's my baby. I. LOVE. IT. TO. DEATH.
It's always been my go to vehicle, but Cyan insisted not to take it to the party.
She didn't want me to "intimidate" any of the boys.
I honestly don't care what anyone thinks especially not a boy, but that's me.
I actually enjoy seeing the shocked reactions of all the boys at school when I pull up into the lot with it. Sometimes their mouths drop so low they could set a Guinness World Record.
After we completed our mini marathon, which was even worse for Cyan because she "had" to wear her six inch heels, I reluctantly rang the doorbell.
Several minutes passed when Paris finally greeted us and I could tell she was already buzzed from her wobbly walk.
And from the red cup in her hand I'm pretty sure she intended on keeping that buzz going.
"You look *burp* great Cierra"
"Umm thanks Paris, but my name is Cira"
"Ha ha hai. Oh yeah! That's right, sorry."
Me and Cyan exchanged concerned looks.
"It's okay. But, how about you put that down and instead we get you a nice ice cold glass of water to sober you up?"
"He he he. Sure!," Paris slurred.
As I turned to steer Paris to the nearest tap I felt her hand graze my calf, followed by a loud thud on the hard wood floor.
SHIT!
"What happened?!?"
"I don't know. I think someone spiked the punch or something"
"Well what do we do!?!"
"She could just be passed out, but she's bleeding from her nasal passage and she feels really cold. Cyan, I think we should drive her to the hospital."
There was a worried pause.
"I'll take her on my bike"
"Wait you snuck your bike!?"
"Yeah, yeah I know, but I'll get her there faster on it than with my truck"
"What am I supposed to do?! Just sit here and watch you save the day like always?!"
"Ummm....You can call the ER and tell them I'm on my way. Oh! And dump that punch, we don't need anymore incidents. Call me if anything else happens"
"But-"
"K! Bye! Thanks!"
"Your welcome," Cyan mumbled as she rolled her eyes.
I picked Paris up in both arms and rushed her to my truck. I carefully rested her against the side of it as I tore off the cover from the bed of the truck.
I hopped into the bed and felt it dip from my weight. I fumbled around for a few minutes until I found the switch for my automatic ramp.
"Finally!"
I pushed the switch and the ramp descended.
Quickly, I jumped back out of the bed to slug Paris over my shoulder and jumped back in.
I fastened her to the passenger seat of my bike with a make shift seat belt of safety cables and closed her arms around my waist with a pair of handcuffs.
Three words. Dad. Is. Cop.
I stuffed Paris's head in a helmet and put one on too.
I clicked the kick stand up and and snapped my helmet visor closed.
"Let's do this"
I revved the engine.
Took my hand off the brake.
And twisted the throttle.
With that I sped forward down the ramp and down the road.
I twisted the throttle again to speed up.
Again.
Faster.
Again.
Faster.
Trees turned into green blurs.
Flowers into specks of color.
A cool rain began to drizzle down.
This was the best ride I'd had in ages.
You know minus the incapacitated girl who may or may not have been roofied.
Only three thoughts keep passing through my mind.
Save.
Full moon.
Faster.
Ever since I could remember, when there was a full moon I felt at peace.
I felt stronger.
Faster.
Heightened.
There was a full moon on the night of my sister's accident.
As I turned around the bend a big mass of white jumped out of the woods.
I made a hard left to swerve to a stop, but my kick stand came loose and caught a crack in the pavement.
I was whipped off my bike and into a nearby oak.
The bike rolled.
Paris with it.
I touched my finger to my head and felt something wet and sticky.
Blood.
Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain going up my leg.
There was a tree root protruding from my upper calf.
"Ugh! Shit!" I cried out in pain.
I looked around to try to see where I was, but everything kept getting darker and fuzzy.
Everything except for the moon.
It seemed like the moon kept getting brighter and brighter.
Whiter.
No, I can't go!
Not now.
As I much as I didn't want to give into the light, the harder it was not to.
"OWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!," the high pitched whine of a wolf pierced my ear. The wolf sounded in pain. Sounded hurt.
Why does everything keep getting darker?
And darker.
And darker.
And darker.
And darker.
Dark.
Authors Note: Hey guys! I hope you all enjoyed that chapter. I know I haven't updated in awhile but I promise I'll try to keep up. I also changed the title, so give me your feed back on that. Please comment, vote, and share this story with all your friends. And! Feel free to follow me on Instagram @ cierra_tciavatta. Bye!😘
