Daddy's little princess

Best friends brother gives me a treat

It was the weekend of Halloween, and my parents had to leave town for work-related things. My brother took that opportunity to throw a party. I wasn't entirely against it, but I knew he would be inviting his best friend. Alistair. I wouldn't say he is my enemy, but every time he comes over, he gets on my nerves. Always picking on me, annoying me, and calling me 'Little Elijah' after my brother.

"I better not see you drinking Ivy." Elijah said while side-eyeing me.

"Oh yeah," I said, questioning him, "and if I do, what are you going to do?"

But before he could answer, I heard a deep voice behind me: "I will personally handle you then."

I turned around, and there he was, with the stupid grin he always has, towering over me. I rolled my eyes and shoved some decoration stuff at him. "Well, here comes your minion." As I said that, he flicked my head with his finger and said, "Watch it, Little Elijah."

I flinched and said, "For the LAST time, stop calling me that." but he could not care less, rolling his eyes and laughing. But I didn't have time to mess around with him tonight. So, I headed upstairs to get ready. I was dressing up as a sexy black angel. I had put on a black tight corset, and I was pairing it with a pair of tiny black shorts with some black tights. After I was done, I heard people coming in. I quickly put on my angel wings and walked out of my room. The song 'Like a moth to a flame' by the weekend was playing as I walked down the steps.

I felt like people's eyes were on me, especially Alistair's. But I looked away, not trying to be delusional. Or think anything of it. He came my way as I took my last step, giving a big sigh. "What?" I said, raising an eyebrow.

"What are you wearing?" Pointing towards my outfit.

"The question should be, what are you wearing." I said, pointing towards his outfit, since he hadn't changed, "Are you dressed as yourself?"

"Listen here-" He was about to say something, but I spotted my friends through the crowd. So, I walked away because I knew whatever was about to come out of his mouth was some BS.

Time went by fast as we got to dancing and chatting. My friends eventually went their own way with some other guys because, unlike me, the guys weren't scared to hit on them. Knowing my brother, they never made a move on me. Speaking of the devil, I couldn't spot him anywhere, so I went to the kitchen and finally got my hands on some shots. I quickly drank one after another  sending fireworks through me. Just when I was ready to take another one, Alistair grabbed my wrist and dragged me through the crowd. I was trying to fight him, but he wasn't budging. Thats when he swept me from my feet and through me on his shoulder.

"LET GO OF ME, YOU PRICK!" I yelled as I tried to hit his back, but nothing. His back felt hard.

When we got to my room, he laid me on my bed, got really close to my face, and whispered, "Since you don't want to listen, you are banned from the party, got it?"

"YOU cannot ban me from my own party in MY own house!" I yelled back.

"Yeah? Watch me," he remarked back to me as he walked away.

That's when I got a good look at his costume and laughed out, "Did you really dress up as a prisoner?"

"And did you really have to dress up a sexy angel?" he said in a questioning tone.

"So, I am sexy now?" I said, smirking back at him.

Walking away, he said, "Go to bed," but before he closed it, he looked me dead in the eye and said, "Stay."

"HOW can I go to bed with the music blasting through the walls, genius?" I yelled back, but by then he was long gone.

I took off my angel wings and put them on the floor. Throwing my head back on my bed and sighing. Why does he always boss me around? I didn't even do anything to him, but no, he can't let me drink or do this or that, I said to myself.