Abused In Purple

Chapter 12

I was an hour late for the party. The windows should have been rattleing the music was so lound but I loved it. I felt like I was at the top of the world. People were every where. I could smell the liquir. As I stood at the top of the stairs people turned to look at me and for the first time I didn't blush I just smirked and cocked my hips to one side and walked my way down the stairs. The song playing was Pain by Three Days Grace.

"Pain, without love. Pain, I can't get enough Pain, 'Cause I like it rough I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all! Anger and angony Are better than missery. Trust me I've got a plan. When the lights go off you'll understand!"

The music was hard rock. Just what I needed to forget who I used to be and will never be again. This is my night! When I reached the bottom of the steps all eyes were on me but the only person I was looking at was Ryler. I felt sexy. He didn't even know who I was by the way he was looking at me. People cleared the way for me but started dancing or more like grinding again.

I stopped inches away from him. The music was so loud I nearly had to shout. "Sorry I'm late but I didn't know what to wear."

"Damn girl you fix up good" He laughed and grabbed my hand. "Spin for me. Your hair and clothes and you have make-up. I would never guessed you were related to me but ya know sexy runs in the blood" He winked. I laughed but spunn around none less.

"I don't think anyone knows i'm your cousin so if i'm really as sexy as you say im am" Lightly laughing I moved closer to him. "Why don't we play it out that we're not related and make your friends jealus of you." He put his drink down and smirked.

"I like your thought." A evil glint appeared in his eyes. "You need alcohol in you first hun."

Ryler had on a pair of dark wash jeans and a clean white V-neck t-shirt. His blonde hair was cut short and his green eyes were just like his mom's.

I have never drank before. I should be saying no and freaking out but i'm not going to be the old me. I need to take chances and when I screw up I need to take responsibility for my actions. Im willing to be responsible for my self. I'm a big girl.

He handed me a glass from the bar. What he handed me was a vodka with crannberry juice. "Thanks but I don't want it."

"Then what do you want?" He questioned. I pointed to the full bottle of Vodka. "That"

"Kenzie slow down! That's a lot are you trying to kill your self?" He laughed but there was a seriousness in his voice.

I grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him closer. "Let me let you in on a little secret." I let it sink in a little."I have never drank or wore a dress or make-up before this day. At my school i'm the punching bag in worn down clothes. Tonights my night. Im done being pushed around."

I let go of him and grabbed the bottle and ran into the croud.