CHAPTER 2

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* picture of Stephenie Courase.☝

We sat in the living room, turned on the TV and started playing.

"Truth or dare?" I smirked at Jackson.

"Dare." Jackson returned it.

"I dare you to... kiss my shoe and say 'I'm yours'."

He did. Like really. Hell, where is your pride man? It's not as if he had any.

"Truth or dare" Lorana asks Rose.

"Truth." Rose retorted for no specific reason. She seem uneasy.

"Do you sincerely, truly love George?" Lorana grinned. Uhm... guys? This isn't going well. No, it sure as hell isn't. It was followed by a moment os silence. An awkward moment os silence.

"Yes, sure I do." Rose finally answered.

"More than Mike?" Well... this is extremely awkward and nerve-racking.

"Of course." Rose fiddled with her fingers. A habit of nervousness.

"Care to explain why have you kissed him?" Oops. I wouldn't blame RR if she did it. Mike is extremely... attractive, I guess.

George glanced at Rose disappointly and Stephenie did the same at Mike. Rose's face fell and paled. Lorana's questions were strait, tough and well,... embarrassing. Not a chance for Rose to lie.

"Listen darling... uhm, I was drunk and so was he... so we may have shared a kiss or two." Rose looked at Mike for some help but he was staring at the ground.

"Shared a kiss? Or two?" Accused George and Stephenie.

"So what you are trying to tell me is that you were cheating on me? Steph's eyes were glossy.

"No trust----" Mike tried.

"Shh... it's okay, Mike." Stephenie surprised us. What?

"Really?" Mike sounded pathetic.

"Yes." Stephenie shrugged.

"Wow! Well, I swear I did that by----"

"Shh... yes it is okay. You dare lay a single finger on me again and that would be your last breath." Stephenie grinned. What? She can't possibly be seriuos. Can she?

"Not happening." Mike growled. "You are out of your doomed mind!"

"I ain't----" Before she can complete, his lips are on hers. I looked away. Ewww. They are pathetic. Do it in private at least.

"Your place is with me, got it?" Dude, loosen up. You already hate the idea of marriage and she want to marry. You hate children and she is dying to have some. You ain't getting along...

"Yes." Steph blushed. The idiot.

After the romantic moment, all heads turned toward the other couple. Goerge and RR.

"What?" George snapped at us. Please no other romantic moments. They suck. He averted his gaze from us to Rose. "That's not happening." He answers my thoughts but look at the poor little girl.

RR started crying and tears came down ceaselessly as she collapsed. She ran upstairs and completed her crying. I feel... sad. My heart craved at her.

"Go for her, I don't think that she deliberately hurt your feelings. And not to forget that girls are fragile, they are easily broken hearted." I advised George. Well, it came more like a demand than a request though.

Minutes later, the young couple came as happy as ever. We warned Lorana that one more mistake and she'll be out of the game. Not that she care, but she sure as hell agreed.

We've completed the game and we played a role after the other. Soon we got bored  and went for bedtime stories. Horror bedtime stories I may as well say. I voulantered to be the first one. So I was.

"Once upon a time, there lived a normal family. A very normal one but it didn't last that long. Cassie, which
Is the youngest daughter, Emily, the oldest daughter, Jake, the father and I wouldn't say who was the mother cause I don't really remember. The step mother's name was Colin. Colin was as mean as hell. The problem is that Jake loved her. Emily knew and learned how to control her nerves, unlike Cassie. She was quite affectionate and couldn't handle a harsh word from Colin. She cried ceaselessly whenever Colin snapped at her. Emily and Cassie had bruises everywhere but they would never dare to tell thier father, because he would never believe them. Colin made sure for them to have thier bruises at invisible place like thier stomach, back, thigh, etc...
'You don't dare tell your father, understood?' Colin threatened.
'Why, what are you capable of doing? Beat the shit out of us? Yes. Kill us? You got no chance.' Emily shot back.
'If it took that, I would do it.' Colin assured.
'And what are you going to tell him? It was an accident? Bullshit.' Emily spit.
'You just gave me a reason.' Colin teased.
'That's if I haven't  killed you first, is it?' Emily smirked.
Cassie would cry every time she heard them fighting. She was only seven years old. Emily was thirteen.
'Mom, please stop.' Cassie would plead with tear stained cheeks.
'I was not, am not, will not be your mom, jackass.' Colin snapped.
'Shut up, bitch, you was never a mother not us, but more like a devil." Emily would fire.
'I never claimed otherwise.' It was now Colin's turn to smirk.
And so it went like that until one day, a fire erupted and they all survived except for Colin. The legend says that her spirit hunts the world until now. End of story." I recited.

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I am so sorry! I fell terrible for the late update. To make it up for you, I will update tommorow. That is a promise. I know it is unfair of me to ask but....
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- Leen.

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