Broken Promises

Chapter 1

~Caitlin's pov~

"KK, for the last time, I am NOT going!! You know I don't like parties," I whine to my best friend. She was trying to convince me to go to what was, apparently, going to be 'the best party of the decade'. I hated parties and alcohol and rude people and well, everything that wasn't curling up in a ball and reading. No, I was not a nerd. I'm just shy.

"First of all, DON'T CALL ME KK!!!!!" She suddenly pops up, on top of me where I lay on my bed. I wince at her voice, but pout, waiting for her to finish. "My name is Kaylie!!! Second, you're going, whether you like it or not, it be weird if i just showed up, cause its your cousin, Harrys' party. And last, go into the bathroom and put on the dress hanging up in there. I'll be in to make you even more gorgeous in one sec."

I sigh, knowing its no use fighting with her. She smirks with victory and climbs off of me. I get up and sulk to the bathroom. I glare at I sit on the stool in front of the counter and, ignoring the cosmetics, state at my reflection. My loose, wavy, chestnut hair falls just past my shoulder blades, framing my face decently. My pale skin makes my blue-grey eyes stand out, slightly, but not enough to make people really notice them. My bumpy nose, still healing from being broken (clumsy ol' me) sits right above my red lips which match my cheeks.

Suddenly, Kaylie appears in the mirror behind me. Without saying a word, she grabs some foundation, and starts working on me.

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"Ahhh magnificent my masterpiece is!" She shouts finally setting down the last makeup brush. I roll my eyes and she grins, moving aside so I can see my reflection in the mirror. My jaw drops open. My eyes are coated in black, hardly recognisable, my whole face pale and smooth as cream, my lips red like blood. My hair is perfectly straight, for once, and makeup makes me look dangerous. I turn to Kaylie and stare at her, in shock.

"What have you done to me?!" I shout.

She laughs. "I've made you sexylicious. Thank me later when you're getting a hot Brit-"

"I don't want a relationship yet, you know that," I cut in."After Matt died, I promised I wouldn't fall in love again."

"Katy, we moved to London so you could get over Matt, not so you could keep some silly promise you made to a dead body," She pushes.

I clench and unclench my fists, trying to not be angry at her. She glances down at my hands then back into my eyes. Then, quickly apologising, goes and gets herself ready in my bedroom. I get up and walk down the halls of our flat, to the kitchen.

I get out a glass and fill it with black current flavoured Fanta, just barely taking a sip before Kaylie comes out of nowhere screaming "Don't smudge my masterpiece!!!" I laugh. "Kaylie, why can't you let me be mad at you for 5 minutes?"

"Because I want you to love me so we can talk about banging people without it being weird!" She replies. Then she scowls, looking up at me with her brown eyes. "Damn, why are you so tall? 5 9" is NOT normal!" Kaylie is the definition of 'petite'. Shes short and thin, with black hair that she always curls. I grin down at her.

"Hmmph let's get going, we don't wanna be late!" She shouts, dragging me out the door

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Oh c'mon. It's only been 10 minutes and I lost her already? God, why does she do this to me? I look around the house the party is in and sigh. There are way too many people here for me to be able to find her. I eventually give up my search after 15 minutes and make my way to what I believe to be the kitchen.

I happened to be all by myself until I heard the door creek open. I looked over to see some guy walking towards me. "Erm, can I help you?" I say as he gets closer. He doesn't say anything so I start to back away until he grabs my arm and drags me out of the kitchen.

"What are you doing?!" I shout at him. I tried pulling away but it was no use. He started pulling me up the stairs. where's Kaylie when I need her?... "Kaylie!!!" I yelled. No response. "There's no use. No one can hear you love!" He says to me. "Help me!" I was now In someones bedroom... He threw me on the bed and threatened me to take my clothes off. "N-no..." I said as the tears rolled down my cheeks.

"I SAID, take it off!". I tried running out of the door but he shoved me to the floor. I could feel my nose bleeding. I was face down on the floor and was to weak to get up. "STOP! What do you think you are doing!?." I knew that voice.. It was an all~too~familiar kind of voice. I went unconscious I guess because I don't remember anything after that.

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