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Ch.2

Ch.2

  When I opened my eyes, I felt a horrible headache. I pushed up from where I was laying down and groaned. I looked around. It was Jonah's room. How the hell did I get here?

 

  I looked down at my body and saw that I still had the same clothes I was wearing last night.

 

   Well that's a relief.

 

   I slowly got off the bed, still feeling the massive headache. Screw hangovers. They suck. I made my way to the familiar bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror. My heart almost stopped when I looked at the horrible writings on my face. I felt my ears starting to feel hot and they looked red in my reflection.                                                                       

  

  On my face, there was drawings of tongues and other inappropriate stuff. On my left cheek it said, 'F**k me I'm thirsty.'

  This is horrible!  I'm sure I was having a heart attack. The worst part? It was written in sharpie!

 

   I ran down the stairs. The smell of bacon greeted my nose, but I was too angry to enjoy it. I ran across the huge living room to the kitchen. I saw Jonah cooking pancakes and Kian eating bacon.

 

    "What the f*ck?! Who the hell did this?!" I yelled at them. Their heads snapped towards me. Jonah's eyes widened and Kian started laughing. I glared at them. Jonah bit his lip to keep from laughing.

  "Who did this?!" I repeated louder. Jonah started laughing so hard, he fell on the floor. Kian was laughing but no sound came out and he was clapping his hands. He looked like a seal on crack. This made me even more furious.

  "Stop laughing! This is not funny!" I said, pointing at my face.

  "I have no idea who did that, but it's genius!" Jonah said in between laughs.

 

"No it's not! It's in sharpie! It's never gonna come off!" I yelled. My head felt like it was gonna explode. I think I should stop yelling.

 

  "Calm down! It'll come off... eventually," Kian said.

   Suddenly, the smell of something burning hit my nose. I looked behind Jonah and there was smoke coming out of the pan he was making pancakes in. My eyes widened when I saw a flame of fire starting to form. Jonah looked at me with a questioning look and I pointed behind him. He turned around and jumped back.

 

  "Holy shit!" he yelled.

  The fire alarm started beeping, the annoying sound hurting my ears and making my headache even worse. Kian jumped from his seat and ran to get the fire extinguisher. The flame got even bigger. I screamed, getting farther away from the stove.

  Kian finally got back and put out the fire with the fire extinguisher. I breathed a sigh of relief.

  "That was so close! Oh my God! That was scary!" I said. They both nodded in agreement.

  Suddenly, Kian started to crack up again. I glared at him, but he just kept on laughing.

  “Why are you laughing again?” I whined.

   “Your face,” he said in between laughs, “It's hilarious!”

   He started clapping his hands. He looked so stupid that I started laughing along with him. Soon, all of us were laughing. I fell on the floor clutching my stomach.

  When I started calming down, I heard Jonah snort. Twice. I started laughing again, this time even louder. My stomach started to hurt, but I didn't care. This was fun. I forgot all about my hangover.

  “Nor, change this movie. It's so boring!” Kian whined. I rolled my eyes.

  “Shut up! You think every movie is boring,” Jonah said. Kian groaned.

   We were currently watching Frozen in Jonah's enormous home theatre. It was by far the coolest room in the giant mansion, even better than the game room. The massive room had a huge screen in the front, which was currently showing the little rock trolls in the movie singing “Fixer Upper.” There were huge leather couches spread across the room and a snack bar that was always stacked with the best candy and chips thanks to Henry, the butler.

  There was a door that lead to a room with shelves stacked full of movies. They even had the movies that were still in theatres. This was all due to Jonah's dad being one of the best directors in the movie industry.

  “Well, the movie's over,” Kian said, getting off the spot next to me on the couch, “Let's go to the game room!”

   “Yes!” Jonah exclaimed and jumped off the couch. I got off as well. We went to the game room and played for hours.

  I tried to sneak in the back door of my uncle's shabby house. I prayed that my uncle wasn't home. He was the most horrible person I've ever met. The thought of him gave me goosebumps. He was always drunk and abused me. If I didn't do what he wanted he would hit me and throw whatever was close.

  Once he had a knife and he threw it at me. Thankfully it didn't kill me but it did stab my leg. After that I have always done anything he wanted. He terrified me. I also had no where to go since he was the only family member I had left.

  “What are you doing?” a voice slurred. I jumped back. I felt tears in my eyes as I stared at the disheveled man. I gasped as I saw a knife in his hand.

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Guys! I am so sorry for the long wait and I'm also really sorry about it being so short. I promise the next chapter will come out very soon. I have been so lazy and I'm so sorry! Thx for sticking with me!