Who are you actually?

Halloween Bitches

*****Aria's POV****

"Good morning, Randy. Happy Halloween!" I said as I walked down the stairs the next morning.

"Oh, Aria! How are you?" he asked, intercepting my path. 

Confused, I said "good... but I really must be on my way."

"I'm sorry, but you can't leave."

Shit. 

"...You're not going to rape me are you?" I asked fearfully.

Suddenly, he started laughing and said, "Oh, no of course not. Your brother Jacob came in here and made me promise to not let you leave until he came. You can either hang out with me or go back to your room. I'm sorry-"

"YOU'RE HOLDING ME HOSTAGE?" 

"Well, that's a strong way to put-"

"THAT SON OF A BITCH!" I exclaimed before storming up the stairs. 

I sat on my bed Indian-style and contemplated my choices. One, I could make a run for it, but then I risked not being able to come back. Then I'd really have no where to go. Two, I could wait for Jacob and formulate a plan later. I chose the latter. 

I turned on my TV and watched a couple episodes of American Horror Story and fell asleep. After an unknown period of time, I was rudely awakened by Jacob.

"Rise and shine, sis! Happy Halloween!" he enthused.

I woke up with a jolt with my anger expressed by facial features. 

"You little-"

"Hey, don't speak to your brother like that, sis!" he joked.

I glared at him silently.

"Well, we have a lot to do today, little missy. First thing on the agenda is to-"

"No way. We're not doing anything. You're getting me out of this jail cell though."

"Hey, what's the big deal? We're both benefiting from your little white lie. Mutual gains, here," he said through a half-smile.

I rolled my eyes and lay on the bed.

"I hope this isn't a euphemism for sex, hun."

I got up, shoved him, and screamed, "ugh!"

He followed me downstairs and out the door. 

"What's first?" I asked rudely.

"First, we go to the grocery store. I'm famished." 

We walked to Gram's Grocery and picked up some breakfast. He warmed up an egg sandwich and I ate a toasted bagel. 

"Next?" I said as I tapped my feet rudely.

"Patience, my dear. Keep this up and I'd think you didn't want to be with me."

I rolled my eyes and followed him down the street. We approached a costume store with a big inflatable ghost outside. The windows were covered in Halloween stickers and costumes were displayed on mannequins. 

"Why are we here?" I asked. "I'm not sure I'm young enough to trick or treat without looking like a petophile."

"Don't you remember? There's a HUGE party at this nightclub called-"

"Zambo, right. You told me."

He smirked and said, "good memory. Well, yeah you need a costume. The theme's neon lights. It's gonna be crazy."

"So what? Do I just wear a slutty white costume?" 

"Yep. This'll do," he said, pointing to a white nurses's outfit.

"Uh, no." 

"Come on. Let loose. You're so frickin uptight," he mumbled. 

"I am NOT uptight!" 

"Oh yeah? Then wear this. I DARE you," he said with a smirk. 

He pointed to a white bikini top, angel wings, and a very small white spandex skirt. I stared at it and let my mouth drop. Those weren't even clothes. 

"I'm pretty sure that's an eyepatch and a bandana with wings," I said seriously.

"See? Uptight," he said, putting the outfit back on the rack. 

In a fury, I grabbed the outfit and paid for it at the counter. 

Tonight was going to be different. 

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After hours of preparing and squeezing into spandex, I was finally ready for Jacob to whisk me away to Zambo. 

Damn. The place was definitely a party. People drunk out of their minds and in skanky outfits flooded the place. I'd never been drunk before but that night... I definitely got drunk. 

When we arrived to the party, Jacob and I went to go dance with some of his friends. One in particular stood out. His name was Nick Parker. I knew that because we hooked up later. Hey, don't judge. I've been going through a really tough time. Wait until I tell you what happens in the morning. 

"Damn girl," Nick said.

"Damn yourself," I said, feeling a little tipsy.

He grabbed my hips and I stared into his deep blue eyes. He was obviously drunk out of his mind, and kept offering me shots. I, stupidly, took them and drank them all. It seemed to impress and delight him.

"So do you have a boyfriend here?" he yelled.

"No. Single-"

He didn't let me finish. He grabbed my face and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his muscular body and enjoyed the moment. After, the memory is pretty hazy to say the least. I just remember poles, drinks, and strobe lights. 

What I remember was waking up in Nick Parker's apartment in his shirt with him next to me and Shawn standing at the door with his arms folded. 

Shit.