Invaided

Chapter 6

 I wake up in a room. It kind of looks like a hotel room, just no TV, patio, or phone. I look at the bed and see there's a note. 

 Hey Kayla,

 I'm sorry for knocking you out, but it had to be done. You passed the test. You really are what we need on the AAT. Now, take a shower, and wear the dress you see in the closet. I'm picking you up at 5. 

 Sincerely, 

 Damon 

 I look at the clock. It's 3... so I have 2 hours. I get the shower running and undress. As I am, I notice there is a cut running from my shoulder to my elbow. Then it comes back to me. When I was jumped on by the alien, it's long claw cut me. I hop into the shower and rinse my hair with the dove shampoo. I wash my body and get out with the towel wrapped around me, and a towel in my hair. 

 I open the closet and right in front of me. Diamonds as blue as the ocean, the dress sparkles from the light. It is so long it touches the ground when I put it up against me. As hard as it is to get into the dress, I manage. 

 Next, the hair. I take a lot of time on my hair. I braid it and then wrap it in a bun. The way my delicate brown curls fit so tightly into the bun is a change. I have 15 minutes left, so I sit on the bed and think about everything that happened... two days ago? Or was it one? I really don't know. My dad... and his cancer. Tears trickle down my cheeks. I wonder where he is now. How he's doing. What he is thinking. Is he worried about me? I don't know, but I hope he's okay. 

 Before I know it, there's a knock at my door. I open it. In front of me stands Damon in a dashing black tux. It is only then I realize I have a crush on him. On how he looks, not his personality. He is a terrible person. 

 "Kayla," he nods, and positions his arm for me to hold onto. I hook onto it.  

 "Can you please tell me what we are doing?" I ask with frustration. He smiles. 

 " We are going to the ball. Every time we have a new recruit, we have a ball." I nod and we walk into the ballroom. It's crowded with people in long dresses or tuxes, and everyone is dancing to the upbeat music. "Your hair looks nice."

 "Thank you." I say with a smile. I can feel my cheeks getting hot. I go over to the table, where there is an assortment of fruits and champagne. 

 "Would you like a glass?" Damon asks with a proud smile. 

 "I'm underage." I spit. 

 "You weren't 2 nights ago." he argued, and he handed me a glass. I take it and walk over to the other side of the ballroom. I can't even imagine how much money must have went into this. I can't imagine what my dad must be thinking right now. Does he even have any idea where I am?  

 Just then, I got an idea. I run up to Damon. "Damon, can I talk to you in private please?" I ask. He nods and we walk out of the ballroom into the hallway. 

 "What is it Kayla?" he demands. 

 "I have a deal," I begin. "I will go along fluently with what you are telling me to do, no arguments or stubbornness, if I can call my family." He gives me a look. 

 "No way!" 

 "Please, if there is the chance I'm never going to see them again, I want to at least call them and say my goodbyes." He eyes my carefully, staring me down,watching tears trickle down my cheeks, kind of like they were before, but lighter. 

 "Fine." I hug him.

 "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" He pries me off. 

 "Yeah... it's okay. Now, let's go back. Shall we?" He hooks his are and I wrap mine around his, and we enter. 

 We are slow dancing. Actually dancing together. I'm a bit flustered, but I'll get over that soon enough. 

 "Truly, I am sorry you have to go through this." he quietly says.

 "Yeah, I know. But I know it's not really a choice."

 "How about tonight," he hands me a glass of champagne. "We make bad choices."