As little girls we are told our princes will come. That we would be Beautiful,Smart and Kind. That we would have a Happily Ever After. But all of a sudden you're 16 crying at the top of your lungs with a box of tissues, so young yet so full of hate...
I walk over to the staircase and go behind it and open the basement door.
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"Actually I need a drink too". Dawn follows me.
We head down the stairs as each step squeaked against our weight. We get to the bottom and turn on the lightbulb. After about a few seconds it turns on flickering twice before steading. Although the light is on the room was still dark. There was about 4 doors down here.
"I wonder which one it could be," I scratch my head.
I head to the door farthest in the corner of the basement. I open it and there are only dusty boxes and furniture. I open the next door and its locked, as I turned the lock I heard a shuffle, but I shake it off. I open the next two doors and theres more boxes and furniture.
"What the hell... I guess it's the locked door".
"Open it," Dawn says.
I kick the door open and I find all the alcohol.
"My friends... hello". I smile evilly.
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I head behind the bar counter in the room and sit down. Dawn sighs next to me and sits down.
I take out the bourbon and 2 shots glasses. After about 10-20 shots I feel better and less irritated. Dawn gets up to get ice. As I pour my next cup, I hear Dawn scream.
"DAMON!!!"
I get up quickly to find Dawn hunched over Jacobs bruised body. I look around confused.
"How the hell did he end up here?"
As I head over to Dawn a shadow appears from the corner of where Dawn is.
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