Bad Idea, Mister Bad Boy

Alias: Forget

"Hey dumbass. The bottle landed on you. Truth or dare?" I asked, picking up the bottle.

Damon grinned. "Dare."

We sat in a circle, Damon to my left, Hunter to my right with a half empty bottle of Bacardi and an empty glass bottle that was being spun.

"I dare you to get out of my house and never come back," I said, taking a sip of the Bacardi.

"I thought we agreed before this game started that you weren't allowed to kick him out unless he got completely wasted and tried to take advantage of you again," Hunter frowned.

"Hmmm...good point. I dare you to do all that crap that Hunter just said," I replied, passing the bottle to Damon.

"You also agreed that you wouldn't make him do any of that on purpose," Hunter reprimanded.

"Jesus, was I drunk before this game even started or something? There is no way I'd agree to such stupid rules," I groaned.

"Well you did and now you can't kick me out," Damon winked, passing Hunter the bottle.

Hunter frowned in disapproval and passed the bottle on to me.

"I got nothing," I shrugged, taking another sip.

"And you Hunter?"

"No sorry."

"Ooooo! Wait! I just thought of one!" I exclaimed.

"If it includes him killing himself and/or harming someone else then we already agreed on the fact that you can't ask him to do that."

"What next? Did I agree to not get him arrested?"

The boys gave me pointed looks and I threw my arms up in disgust. "Oh come on! Seriously! Did one of you drug me or something?!"

"You were entirely sober and drug free when you agreed to these rules," Hunter shrugged.

"It must be the alcohol making you forget," Damon winked.

"More like making me remember conman sense."

"We'll skip you then," Hunter said, spinning the bottle again.

The bottle spun and quickly came to a stop on me.

"Truth or dare?" Hunter asked,looking at me skeptically.

"Truth."

"You wanna take this one?" Damon asked, taking the bottle from me.

"Are you asking for me to kill you?" I asked, leaning over.

"You've had more than enough to drink. Give me a chance," he smirked, putting the bottle to his lips.

"I'll give you a chance to stop breathing and experience what it's like to die," I said cheerfully, grabbing at the bottle.

"Um...those scars...on your back. Where did...they come from?"

I froze. "What?"

It was Damon who had asked the question.

"That night...when you got drunk, you ran down the stairs. I caught a glimpse of your scars," he said.

I was currently sitting on top of Damon's back, his arm twisted behind his back as he futilely tried to keep the bottle of Bacardi away from me with his other arm.

I abandoned my attempts and stood up, heading for the front door.

I opened the door, anger flooding through my veins.

"Get out."

"Ryann?" Damon looked at me with sympathy and Hunter refused to meet my eyes.

"I said get out! Now!" I yelled.

The boys scrambled up and Damon stopped only once.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

Then he walked away, leaving me staring blankly at the floor.

Hunter opened his mouth, stopping before me.

Then he sighed and left.

I slammed the door shut, leaning against it as fresh tears stung my eyes.

"I can't go back," I whispered, closing my eyes and gritting my teeth,"I won't go back."

Hey guys! So this chapter is really late but I decided that'll I'll only update once a week. I hope you guys enjoyed and don't forget to comment and vote!