“Is this even legal?” I asked Kit.
“Nope,” Kit shrugged.
“I’m going home,” I turned but Kit grabbed my collar and tugged me back, placing me back in my place where Kam just winked at me. For the twenty-sixth time in a row.
“No,” Kit scolded like I was a dog.
Well then. Woof, woof.
Kam grabbed me, pulling me to his chest and grinned down at me, “You’ll love it, trust me.”
“You’ll stay by my side?” I asked, sweetly. He smiled and nodded, I rolled my eyes, “Then it will be torture.”
He sighed in my ear and whispered, “Just enjoy it, have fun once and a while, and you might enjoy my company.”
“Wouldn’t bet on it,” I said.
While we walked to the front of the long line, and the man let us through. Kam put an arm around me and led us in. In there, loud music and wild dancing took over. The club was pouring with multicolor neon lights and the bar was filled with drinks. A DJ was played hard rough music that people danced to and women in barred cages thumped their bodies around to cause a dance sensation (mostly for the guys.) I then saw a man, he was staring at us. He was in the VIP section. He caught Kit’s attention and he waved her over.
We walked towards him and Kam grip became less aggressive, but not any less controlling. He leaned forward, “That’s our father; call him Sir.”
Sir. I frowned. Well, that’s certainly not fun! I wouldn’t want to be called ma’am.
“Hello, Kit, Kam,” he said.
“Hello, Sir,” they said together.
That’s just sad, I thought.
“Blu, I assume?” he said.
“Yes, Damien, right?” I asked.
Kit’s eyes widened and Kam coughed to cover his smile. Sir looked at me, not at all amused, “Who told you my name?”
“I know people,” I said, icily.
“You hate me?” he asked.
“Well, you hate me, the feeling is mutual,” I said.
He chuckled, “Wow, I like her, she’s good, sensed I don’t like you. May I ask how?”
“It’s a sixth sense,” I said.
“Huh,” he smiled, “Bye, Blu.”
“Bye, Damien,” I said.
“Call me Sir,” he said, annoyed.
“Bye,” I said, smiling, “Damien.”
He laughed.
Kam pulled me away, “What were you thinking?”
“Uh,” I smiled, “Stuff.”
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Take Me Away
ParanormalBlu Storm was the only survivor in a terrible plane crash, where she lost the ones she loved most. With them though, she lost a part of herself. That part of herself was her own emotions. For a year now, she is still numb and lives with her aunt in...
