Sold to Him

Chapter 2

I woke up to the sound of shouting coming from the living room. I hadn't known who was here, but I was I about to find out for myself? Yes, I was, even though the thoughts of last night crept into my mind. I smiled at the thoughts of them. I shook my head and stood up, looking in my mirror. I still had on his sweater.

I changed into a different pair of yoga pants and through on a random white shirt from my closet. I opened my bedroom door. Delilah's bedroom door was closed, but the bathroom door was opened. I walked into the bathroom to quickly brush my teeth and fix this mop of hair. That just meant that I was throwing it into a ponytail and calling it day.

Heading out of the bathroom, I walked into the living room. Delilah was sat on the couch next to No Name. Across from them were Daniel and someone who I have never met before. Delilah sighed, walking over to me.

"Please don't be mad." What was Delilah talking about? How could I be mad at her? Had she made a mistake? She walked away from me and sat down, rubbing her forehead. No Name shook his head. Daniel looked at me with a big smile on face.

"What is going on? Would anyone like to tell me?" I crossed my arms. This time, everyone stood up, taking small steps towards me. I wish they weren't so quiet about it and just tell me. There's no use in keeping secrets anymore.

"We'll discuss this over dinner. I'll see everyone at Bouley around seven? Great, can't wait to see you all there." Daniel intertwined his hand with the girl's and they left. I sighed. I couldn't tell if there were good or bad things that needed to be discussed tonight.

"I have to run some...errands, but I'll be back so we can get ready together, Kat." I nod. No Name heads to her kitchen. He's probably making another drink for himself. Truth be told, I could use a drink right now. I was already feeling stressed. The door closes and I look at No Name.

I sat on the chair and sigh loudly. No Name begins taking out different alcohol bottles and setting them on the counter. I had no idea if he was making his concoction again or something different Whatever he's making, I want some of it.

"You need a drink, my friend. Ever had any before?" I look up at him. He takes out two glasses. I didn't want him to think I was a prude or something because I hadn't actually had hard liquor or anything. I've only had that beer from that bar that Daniel loved to go to. But, the truth is always better...sometimes.

"I've only had some beer before. I was never into hard liquor or anything. My only focus was school. I can I just have whatever you had had as your first drink?" He laughs for a moment and then hands me a bottle. I grabbed the bottle and looked at its name: Whiskey. "How old?"

"Are you sure you want to know?" I nod. He goes to get some ice from the freezer and walks back to me. He grabs the Whiskey bottle and walks to the couch. I grab the two glasses from the counter and follow behind him. "I was around sixteen."

"No way." He puts some ice in both of the small glasses. He then pours some of the Whiskey in the glasses and hands me one. "Is it bad?"

"It isn't terrible, but you might not like it at first. Here, if you try that, we can do whatever you want." I liked his idea. I was going to try it anyway, but I felt like he didn't think I would drink it. He was totally wrong. I nodded.

I looked at the drink and then back at him. My brother liked Whiskey, but rarely ever drank it. I was never into liquor, but I was hoping that I would like it. It would finally be the adult drink I have always wanted to order at restaurants. I smelled it. It didn't smell terrible, which I liked. I felt like Whiskey would make me seem like a strong person.

I took a sip. I felt it burn down my throat. Would I drink it again? Yes, of course. I didn't expect to like the first sip I took, but I did. I knew I couldn't drink a lot because of tonight. No Name stood up and took off his leather jacket. I was in awe with his muscles. I cleared my throat and he looked at me.