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-20:45pm- I patted down my dark corset, the bow bouncing as I pulled at the strings. I leaned onto the bathroom sink, glancing deeply at myself in the dull mirror, swiping a layer of gloss onto my lips. My shiny heels dragged across the floor, the black wings on my back almost pulling me down. I hurried downstairs, the sweet smell of red velvet running up my nose. Sophia stood in the kitchen, wrapping up the freshly baked cookies.
"Have they left yet?" I asked, peering over her shoulder.
"Yeah, they'll be here any minute now" she smiled, fake blood stains plastered on her face.
I nodded, helping her carry the trays of baked goods, the fog outside coming into view as I opened the front door. The street lights barely lighting the gloomy street, the full moon above shining down on us softly.
A light grey car caught my attention, driving up slowly towards us, the bitter air chewing at my exposed skin.
"Get in ladies" Jordan taunted, poking his head out of the window.
We chuckled lowly before stumbling over to the glistening car, the doors opening with a light click. I plopped myself down onto the cold leather, goosebumps appearing on my legs.
"We made cookies!" Sophia exclaimed, showing off the decorated batter.
"Cute" Jordan hummed, revving his engine loudly.
I stared out of the frosted window, watching the pumpkins pass by, the radio music flowing through my ears.
———————- I stepped out of the car, glancing up at Jordan's house. The outside being overwhelming with decor, yellow caution tape wrapped around his fences. I took in a deep breath, following behind Sophia, the blaring tunes running through my body. I scanned the crowded house, people scattered everywhere, a game of beer pong already on.
I gently placed the cookies onto a wooden counter, picking up a red plastic cup, glossing over the selection of liquor. I pushed up my lips, yanking over the Smirnoff vodka.
"Can you make me one too?" Sophia asked, sliding over a matching cup.
I nodded, pouring some into her cup before adding a drop of lemonade.
"I can't believe it's so busy already" she gasped.
"I know, it's stuffy in here" I huffed, sipping on my drink.
"Oh well, come on!" She laughed, grabbing my arm.
I lightly tripped over my foot, barely keeping myself upright as Sophia dragged me into the lounge. My attention turned to Harris, his ghost face mask now hanging on his face. I headed over to him, slouching down onto his lap.
"Your nails look nice" he whispered, rubbing my hand.
"You're sweet. Is anyone else coming?" I questioned, leaning into his covered ear.
"I think a few more people" he shrugged, planting his hand on my thigh.
I hummed at his response, my eyes peering up to Jordan, holding a plater of shots. I curled up my glossy lips, taking one from the red board. The sharp alcohol hit my throat, my eyes squinting tightly.
-2 hours later-
I laughed silently, dancing with Sophia, my drink splashing everywhere. The bright disco lights illuminated the lounge, my blurry eyesight getting worse.
"I'm just going to the bathroom.." Sophia slurred, kissing my cheek.
"Be careful!" I yelled, my body swaying.
I pushed past the crowd, my eyes scanning around for Harris. My lips curled up softly, seeing him in the kitchen, opening a beer.
"There you are!" I pouted, wrapping my arms around him.
He ran his fingers through my messy hair, my body laying against his. I slid my half empty drink onto the side, lifting myself up onto the sticky counter. Harris stood in between my thighs, his hands now free roaming my body. He lifted up the bottom of his mask, pushing my chin up effortlessly. I slammed my wet lips into his, gripping at his exposed neck. His hips slammed into my core, feeling his bulge clearly. My intoxicated tongue explored his mouth, his nails digging into my waist.
He hesitantly pulled away, grabbing a hold of my hand. I bit at my warm lips, jumping down from the side before following after him. He led me upstairs, the flickering lights bouncing off of my sore eyes. I glanced down at the sick girl on the floor, her bloodshot eyes meeting mine, vomit dripping down her dress. I shivered slightly, Harris pushing me into an empty bedroom.
"We can't do this here! It's someone's room." I hummed, cupping my flustered face.
He pushed his finger up to his lips, locking the door as he waltzed over to me. His strong hands pressed me into the closet, his lips moving into mine again, his free hand running up my stockings. I wined lowly as his soft kisses moved to my sensitive neck, sucking at the skin.
"harris.." I mumbled, gripping his head.
"bill." He whispered.
I furrowed my brows, harris standing up straight, ripping off his mask. I leaned back, bill peering down at me, his tongue swiping against his lips.
"where is harris?." I muttered, gripping my elbows.
"Don't worry about him, it's just me and you now" he grinned, caressing my hot cheek.
I pushed at his shoulder, his hands grasping my wrists. I gazed up into his dark eyes, the reflection of the moon being the only thing illuminating him. The smell of strong cologne lingered in the air, bills lips touching my cleavage.
"Get off of me." I tutted.
"You don't really want that do you? You're only saying that because you feel guilty" he taunted, tilting his head.
"I'm not doing this." I sighed.
"Oh come on princess, Harris can't make you feel the way I do." He pouted, pecking my frozen lips.
"I can't." I whispered, my head pounding.
"No one will know." He assured.
I fluttered my eyelashes slowly, scanning his lustful essence. My racing heartbeat met with his, my wrists falling to my side as he gripped my throat gently. I hesitated, his lips folding into mine with pure pleasure, utilising his free hand to cup my breasts...
