Liam
I'm staring at myself in the mirror, I did my best to look presentable. My hair is slicked back and I'm wearing a black tuxedo.
A fucking tuxedo.
But I know Blake was eager to go to prom, I could see the excitation in her eyes each time she talked about it so, I thought I could make an effort for once.
For her.
I never liked this kind of events, I never cared about that but if it can make her happy then I'll go, as I promised.
"Oh my God Liam you look handsome." My mother exclaimed when she saw me leave my room, her hands reaching her mouth.
"Mom please." I rolled my eyes in embarrassment. I don't want my mother to find me 'handsome'.
"Where's Blake? I want to take a picture!"
"She's not here. She insisted to get ready at her house."
"Oh no that's too bad." I could see the disappointment in her eyes. "I'm sure she will look adorable in her dress. I wish I could take a picture of the two of you."
"Well you can't."
She sighed and I rolled my eyes.
"Come on, I'm sure there will be plenty of other occasions."
"Yeah." She sighed again before looking up at me. "You're a lucky guy, I hope you know that." I raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to go on. "Blake is an amazing girl and I hope you will not break her heart. Don't do anything stupid."
"Glad to know you trust me." I shook my head. "I have to go now." I made my way to the front door.
"Have fun tonight, oh I wish I was 18 again..." She smiled like she was remembering something. "Anyway, I probably won't be here when you get home, I'm on night shift."
"Okay. See you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow."
I closed the door and headed to my car, ready to pick Blake up.
It was 7 when I parked my car in front of the main gate. I got out of the car and entered the code.
I slowly drove to the mansion, adrenaline cursing through my veins. I was eager to see her, to find out what dress she had chosen.
I parked the car in front of the main door and I grabbed my phone and sent her a text, telling her that I was here.
I waited.
5 minutes.
No answer.
10 minutes
No answer
I frowned and got out of the car, holding my phone to my ear, trying to call her one more time.
But she didn't answer.
Something is weird. I thought.
I knocked on the door.
Again and again.
"Blake it's me, is everything okay? Open the door please."
But still got no answer.
I walked around the house, then tried to see through one of the windows.
The lights were on.
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BLAKE
RomanceBlake is an abused girl, raised by a terrible mother and a terrifying step father. Her whole life changed when the monster decided to visit her bedroom one night. After losing everything she had, she felt broken for a long time, until she met him...