Damaged Teens

Chapter Five

Ms. Petite here is wilder than I thought. She finished her shots before I reached my fourth one. Beaten by a bitch, ouch...

After that, she drag me to the furthest room from the entrance of the VIP. Drunken as I was, I followed her wholeheartedly. She pulled me into a room and then slammed the door shut behind me. I grabbed her sexy form to my hard one and claimed her lips immediately.

In the back of my mind I knew this was wrong and tomorrow yet another girl's heart will be broken. I just needed to get my mind off things. Off Mar. God I feel guilty.
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Girl's POV

His eyes weren't only red from the impact of drinking. There were storms going through them. I felt so cheap being a make up moment typa girl but I was to drunk to think back up. My mind was scrambling and I forced to stop this but I couldn't.

In the blink of an eye, he ripped my dress in two, already stripping himself. "My dress!!!" I whined. "I'll get you another one" he promised. His eyes roamed over my body and they glistened with a hint of satisfaction. He shot me a thirsty, drunken glance and continued stripping with a smirk on his face. He locked his eyes with me and a storm of emotions were occurring in them. Before I could decipher what was actually taking place, a swift movement occurred and I felt a shock of pain.
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I woke up with my head resting on a firm chest and I shot up from the bed. An alarmed Geek God woke up cursing between his teeth. I instantly had a headache and was so about to go all loco on the man in my bed but then it hit me like a brick. I wasn't in my room. All the events of last night came flooding my mind and I felt my cheeks reddened in embarrassment as I grabbed the sheet covering myself completely.

My reflex was only to reveal a very naked man. Shit. I threw a pillow at him and he chuckled lightly. "I-I should probably g-get going..." I stammered.

He shook his head in disbelief before shooting back, "What happened to the bad ass bitch last night?"

"I-I don't know what you're talking about..." I trailed off turning my head to look outside the window. I was growing sick mad at his arrogance. "So you mean to tell me that all-" he was cut off by the loud outburst of the ringtone of his brand new iPhone X. Damn, not only was he drop dead gorgeous but he's rich too...

After what may have been a minute or two he dismissed the call. I realized that I didn't even hear a word he said over the phone because I was so caught up in the in taking of his features. I stood mouth agaped at the way his muscles flexed naturally beneath his skin. Well not that I'm proud, but at least I've lost my virginity to a striking hot stranger.

True to his word, there laid a beautiful bright yellow summer dress on the sofa right of the room. I wondered when all of that transpired but looking at this man, I doubt anything was impossible given his caliber.
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Ren's POV

Something is definitely wrong. Lemar left the hospital before Mar has awaken. He hasn't been home, at the lake house nor by any of his friends and his cell was off. Strange.. Everything is happening so fast that I don't even have enough time to breathe. It has been three full days since that tragedy pulled off and also, my brother mysteriously went missing.

We've been trying every possible thing to find my brother but no luck as yet. However, I find it completely suspicious that Lemar went missing the very same day. With my dad's massive links and everything we should've been onto something by now.

Was someone trying to get back at me or Mar or even my parents? Whatever it was, it was hella stressing.

Luckily, mother was true to her words and so Mar was now lying in her room of her new home, bawling her eyes out at the loss of her house and her grandmother. She loss everything. My heart still clench at the thought. She's dead. Dead. Dead.

We, well mom and dad had it arranged that Mar's medical was done here at home. She was still connected to her medicines and was still here with us.

It is so sad that the last encounter I had with Mrs. Gillette was quite .....yea, but not to mention Mar's. Their last goodbye was a fight. I can only imagine what my best friend is going through.

"Mar" I whispered. Her sobs filled the room as she laid curled in the bed. Her breakfast from this morning remained untouched. Her eyes were puffy and dark circles were around them. Her entire face was pale and her cheeks were tears stained. She looked so weak and vulnerable. I've never seen her in this state and I just couldn't stand it.

I knew she hated pity and to be pet but I couldn't help but to pet her. I ran my hand against her bed hair and she gave me a death glare causing me to halt immediately.

"Ren you need to eat something." I stated. "I'm not hungry" she whined.
"I didn't ask that!" I shot back. I knew this was far from the time to be playing the big sister role but she looked too flimsy for my likings. As if reading my thoughts she deadpanned, "I do not need a bossy big sister, please!" I bit back a laugh at her attempted annoyance.

Mar looked frustrated and weary beyond explanation. Her parents were informed and made a promise to fly into the city. Samantha who was already here, came by the house earlier to grieve with her cousin. Other relatives and friends too were informed. It was an extremely hard time for everyone and my family had to be their refuge of comfort.

"L-Lemar... He's, he's.." Mar stammered unsuccessful. "Ssshhhh. He'll be fine. You'll see." I reassured with a smile small. I was convincing myself more than Mar. I can't help the lump that forms in my throat whenever I thought about my brother. I want to break down and cry because I have no idea whether he's alright or not but I couldn't. I had to be strong for Mar. I had to be strong for myself.

"Renae, Maricka, are you girls alright?" Dad questioned. He was stress beyond explanation. His one and only son has been missing and his "other" daughter loss her home and guardian. He tried to maintain his composure and be the typical strong backbone of a family in need but failed. He broke down. But that's allowed, he's human.

He walked in the room and sat at the end of the bed. He enveloped both Mar's and I small hands into his big ones as she spoke. "Girls.. Sigh- I know it's really hard on both your sides. I won't say that it'll be alright because it can't be but I'll assure you I'll try my very best to be a good, strong, father" he exhaled. The bold, confident Stewart James, owner of many shipping companies and retired CEO of a billion dollar firm was now replaced with a complete vulnerable, weeping man.

"Mr. James you-"

"Dad for you and yes?" he beckoned for Mar to continue. A small smile tugged at her lips as she continued. "Yea, uhm d-d-dad?", she burst into a fit of tears before she continued. I too allowed the tears to flow as my father cradled us into his arms. "Only salvation lasts forever, my child." I could sense that my father genuinely cared about my best friend and this made me extremely happy and contended.

Mar pulled from his embrace followed by myself. He said that tomorrow we're going shopping to replace everything my best friend lost. She refused, saying it was too much and she couldn't dare to put dad through such expense. We both rolled our eyes at her whining and pouting as if that is to pull her from the situation.

Dad refrained from hugging us as he stood up scratching his head. "Uh, Ren sweetheart... I uh, I got something to tell you." he stammered. Panic rose and tinkled the surface of my, epidermis. "Mhm??" I beckoned for him to continue. "Right. See, Detty and I didn't exactly have the cash prepared now. We had to get Maricka some new stuffs so we needed quick cash. I'm expecting a cheque from a business deal that was succ-"

"Dad. The point. Please...." I cut him off with patience growing thick. "Isoldyourcar" he mumbled in a low, quick breath I almost missed it. "What????" I barked. "I sold-" "Yes I heard you but you did what?" I bawled. I was so furious that all I saw was red. I even thought about things I wouldn't dare to think of, both for him and Ren.

I stood and pushed past him to the door, even though I had ample space to walk elsewhere. I stomped down the stairs and to the main door. I blazed past mom in the process as she was worryingly telling me to came down. She knew... Why not??? When I burst the front door open, CandyBull was nowhere in sight. I trod to the garage and slung the door up. Nothing. He sold my car. He fucking sold my fucking car. Fuck.

At this point in time everyone was outside hollering for me to calm down and my parents let me explain. My vision blurred. My fist clenched. My jaw ticked. And once again. I hated Maricka Gillette's guts.