Haunted Family, Lost Hope

The Haunting

Hey guys this is my first story so just bear with me. IF there is any "adult content" in it, I will put stars in a line, like this:

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Ok so I hope you enjoy this, I've been told I had a talent for writing but I'm not too sure about that, and I'm sure people won't read it, but I'll try anyway haha...

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Gabe. Ooh, doesn't the name give you shivers? He is sexy, honest, caring, and sweet. He is my Gabe.

We were at my best friend's sweet sixteen, by the way, happy birthday Kayla! I love ya girl! Well, so back to what I was saying.

We were at her party, when I felt a chill in her house. Her parents are rich, and the house was very hot because of all the dancing people, so I was surprised to feel cold all of a sudden. That was only the beginning of my problems.

I felt a chill, and was standing there for a few minutes shivering, when I felt strong arms around my waist, gently swaying to the music.

My mystery dance partner put his chiseled chin on the top of my head, after lightly kissing my head, and I knew it was my 7-month boyfriend, Gabe Winchester. We were swaying to the romantic beat until it ended, then grinded to the fast paced music.

We stopped and got a beer from the table where servants were handing out the food and drinks.

I know, it's illegal to serve underage drinking, but these are her servants who live at her house and Kayla has saved them from being fired on several different occasions, so they owed her big time.

We grabbed what was our 5th beer, and we shared this one. He looked at me passionately, and said, "To our future. May we be together through thick and thin, and forever." We took turns chugging the ice cold beverage, then we sat on her expensive couch and made out.

He started to life my shirt, and, being drunk, I said, "Not here, Gabe." I seductively grabbed his hand and led him to the guest room upstairs, which held many memories of Kayla and I watching the large TV and sharing our secrets and crushes.

Those were the good days, and I was about to create another memory in there. We laid on the bed when he lifted my shirt up, and I unzipped his pants.

Later, we laid next to each other on the king-sized bed, gasping for air. We were no longer virgins. We both knew it was great, so neither of us said anything. We just started making out again.

Soon, we joined the rest of the party. Some were completely drunk and out of their minds, the servants kicked them out due to the fact that Kayla was about to start her birthday candles for her friends, she will have one with her parents at another party for family.

I'm invited too, of course, because I'm considered family to her, and I haven't seen her relatives since her confirmation. I love her family, they're all so nice for the typical stereotype rich snobby folks. So the candles started.

I was the first candle. "Kristina, we've known each other since we were little and too little to remember anything. We've grown up together, share our biggest secrets which we wouldn't even trust our parents to tell, and we just have the best time every single time we hang out, which is often. Will my best friend ever please come and help me light my first sweet sixteen candle?"

I gladly lit the candle with her, and we hugged. She looked stunning in her pink colored dress, just above her thighs. It was a light pearl pink at the top, and slowly changed colors, darkening at the bottom. It was strapless, and at her waist the dress seemed to have a light and fluffy effect. My dress was the same, only a sparkly black color that was white at the top and changed to black at the bottom, to Kayla's request. Her second candle went to her boyfriend, Henry. Then our guy best friend Jake, and so forth.