A Fairie Tale

2:3 A Party- Or Not?

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She tore through her closet, looking for the perfect outfit. With a grin, she looked down at what she was wearing: an asymmetrical, black formal dress with an angle cut down to her knees, and a silver necklace with a black teardrop of a jewel.

"With pleasure," she said quietly before yanking the necklace off, breaking the chain in the process. She pulled down the zipper of the dress and roughly stepped out of it, not caring if she messed up the dress for several reasons. The first being it was a present from Kevin, and the second being that both she and Terry hated it.

Alaira put her outfit on her bed and stared at it critically before slipping it on. She stared at herself in the mirror. She was wearing a pair of black ripped jeans (which, coincidentally, were ripped from wear, not because they were made that way) and a gray tank top with black roses across the top. She slipped on a studded belt and added her chain to the jeans. Flipping through her hair-bow box, she picked up a wide white hairband that was covered in black lace. She yanked the pins out of her auburn hair and slid the hairband onto her head.

Sitting at her vanity, she wiped off the formal makeup she had applied and outlined her eyes thickly with eyeliner, then brushed on a coat of mascara. She smudged the eyeliner to make her stormy gray eyes look smoky, then picked up a tube of coral pink lipstick, which she applied.

"Perfect," Alaira breathed.

She stood up and walked to the door of her room, opening it and peering into the hallway. Nobody in sight. She slipped into the hallway and closed her door softly, locking it behind her.

Alaira stepped onto the springy, creme colored rug that was placed on top of the dark oak floor. She glanced around, looking at the house she lived in. Home is where the heart is... and my heart is certainly not here. I hate it here, she thought as she glanced around the long hallway. Her door was at the end of the hallway. The walls were painted a cheery blue, but it was a shade she hated. There were three more doors along the hall: two more bedrooms and a bathroom. One bedroom was a guest room, while the other belonged to Kevin, who had insisted he sleep near her.

Kevin very easily convinced her father that it would be a good idea for him to sleep so close to her. He had told him that he was a very light sleeper, thus he would be able to wake up if say, anyone came into the house at night. Or she tried to sneak out.

In reality, the only reason why Kevin even lived in the same house as her was because he and her father had arranged a marriage, and since they were fiances anyways, he didn't think it mattered if they lived in the same house. Or if Kevin attempted to force himself upon her, because of course he would never do that, Kevin was much to much of a proper gentleman to do something like that. Alaira stifled a shudder at the thought of how Kevin had crept into her room on several occasions. Every time, she had chased him out: once by throwing things at him, and another by forcing herself to throw up on him. Both worked, although the second worked out much better.

However, Kevin was currently out, getting his tuxedo fixed the rest of the way. Alaira really didn't want to go to this formal dinner that Kevin had invited her to, but she was too scared to tell him no. She was glad of the opportunity that Terence had given her.

Alaira crept down the stairs and into the entrance hall. She stared toward's her dad's study door, seeing it firmly closed. With that, she glanced into the kitchen and saw it empty. Stealing in, she grabbed a bag of chips and then walked to the back door (which was located in the kitchen). Stealing a glance over her shoulder, she slipped out the door, letting it close very gently behind her.

The night was warm, with a refreshing breeze cooling her skin as she walked towards her car. She closed her eyes momentarily as she smelled the flowery scent drifting along the air. Alaira fished the keys out of her pocket and pressed the automatic beeper on her car, hearing the distinctive snick as the doors unlocked. She walked to the passenger side and opened the door, tossing her purse in.

Clouds had covered the moon right after she had stepped out, so her silvery-beige 1967 AMC Rambler Convertible appeared black. She patted her car gently, then stepped around the back, considering rolling her top down. Naw, its too time-consuming, she thought, shrugging. Plus, I'd rather have a roof at night...

Alaira stepped around to the driver's seat and opened the door, preparing to slide in. A hand shot out and grabbed her wrist and Alaira screamed.

"Miss me?" Kevin asked with a cruel smirk. He stood up and pulled her to him, his fingers biting into her wrist. He wound his fingers through her hair and yanked her head back. Alaira whimpered in pain and Kevin grinned before swooping down and crushing her lips to his. He roughly kissed her, tearing at her lips with his teeth and tugging at her hair.

He pulled away from her. "This is for dressing like a slut." He raised his hand and with a loud pop hit her across the face. She grit her teeth and waited. "This is for changing out of the clothes that I got you for the party." He hit her again, but harder this time. Her head snapped to the side with the force of the blow and her cheek was a fiery red. Her eyes watered in pain and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. "And this is for attempting to sneak out with that no-good gay boy you call your best friend!" Kevin hit her so hard that she stumbled and her head spun. Alaira fell to the ground and the tears fell freely.

"H-how did you know?" Alaira asked shakily. "And he's not gay!"

Kevin laughed. "He's still trash, though. And I knew because I overheard you. You didn't really think that I was joking when I told you that I had bugged your room, did you?"

Alaira blanched and tried to stand up. Kevin reached forward and took her wrist, pulling her to her feet with more force than necessary. Alaira stumbled into his chest and Kevin grinned again. She shuddered and tried to get out of his embrace, but he had pressed his lips to hers first. After a moment, he pulled away and started dragging her towards the house.

She screamed and tried kicking him to get away. "Let me go! I don't- I need-"

"SHUT UP!" Kevin yelled, backhanding her. Alaira fell silent as her vision blurred and she was momentarily stunned, allowing Kevin time to drag her into the house.

He pulled her up the stairs and pushed her into her room, pulling a syringe filled with liquid out of his pocket.

He grabbed her and plunged the syringe into her arm. She struggled to get away, but his grip was too tight. The girl spun around. "That's not fair!"

He smirked. "Life's not fair. You are the one who brought this upon yourself, my dear." He laughed cruelly and left the room. There was a faint *snick* as the door locked behind him.

She ran at the door, twisting the doorknob and crying out frantically. "No! Let me out! Please!" She threw herself at the door, trying to do something, break it down if needed.

There was no answer.

Her eyes filled with tears and she slumped to the floor. "Please..." The drug was starting to take effect, making her drowsy. "You don't understand, I have to be there." Her voice was becoming slurred and sleepy sounding.

She rapped her knuckles against the door in one last attempt to get him to come back before she passed out.

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Hey y'all. So I'm updating this a tad bit later than I was supposed to be... Oh well. Enjoy.

Again, the italicized things are in the past, the normal prose type of writing is in the present.