HeartBeat

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Ava

I walk towards the opened gates, that guard booth currently empty, off to the right. Laughing people with cups pass by, chatting and taking gulps of liquid that no doubt inebriated them. Plants, varies clumps of bushes, and flowers, are along the driveway, decorating it, to prove opulence. The further I go up, the more people I see cheering, and walking around in clothing that made me cringe. How is that holding? I wonder at the sight of a top that barely claps at a woman's large breasts, and a skirt that covers her pussy, just barely. I swear her lower lips winked at me. I look down at myself, as another scantily dressed woman passes me by. Was the tutorial not accurate?

Well, there was nothing I could do about it now. I walk steadily on my feet. The heel of my shoes, large enough to not cause any hinderances. I try my best to ignore the increasing thumps of music coming from the house I can now see. Or should I say mansion. With a few more steps, the Itanlante mansion is exposed in all its glory. I take in the hanging lamps, curved delicately. Each structure of the home was delicately carved, as if sculpted by hand. I take in the large potted plants that are positioned just so. I observe the luxury home, not in the least impressed by its beauty. It was often the most beautiful things that held the deadliest secrets. Father's words to live by.

The music thrums against my sensitive ear drums, and my steps slow. I look behind me, wondering if it was worth it to come here. Mr. Scott, I'm sure, received my warning and understood. And as for my curiosity...I eye the crowd of people before the house. It was thoroughly fading.

I turn away, preferring another thirty-minute walk.

"Charlotte!" A hand grasps mine and tugs. If I hadn't heard her voice before, her hand would have likely been crushed, instead it was in an almost too tight grip. My hand clasped in her, I give it a squeeze as I face Jessica with a smile.

"Hi Jessica."

"Oh, wow, your strong." She winces, as she loosens her own grip on my hand, but surprisingly leaves her hand in mine.

"Come on. I'm glad I saw you, even with this crowd. Jaden totally over did it." She chuckles, while tugging me along, her grip on me renewed, despite the pain I knew my hand was causing her.

I raise an eyebrow and follow. I eye Jessica, her oddness causing my curiosity to peak out once again. I loosen my grip on her hand, and I notice her shoulder relax. She turns back to look at me, giving my hand a gentle squeeze, and grins in excitement. Her eyes are bright, gleaming with that strange happiness, that I knew nothing about.

As we make it onto the porch, surrounded by lingering strangers, I take in what Jessica is wearing, beneath the glow of the almost too bright overhead lights.

She wears a short leather skirt, and a long-sleeved black top, that flutters at the wrist. Her top is laced between her breasts and doesn't hide much. I found myself approving of her wear, preferring it, than what I'd seen from the busty woman earlier. Jessica's height is increased by strappy heels, allowing her to be taller than me by a bit.

We weave between people, my hand still encased in Jessica's. I scrunch my eyebrows as I feel moistness slicking from her hand to mine. About to tug hand fee, Jessica instead releases me, turning and grasping my shoulders, and pulling me through a now opened door. We're plunged into the darken home, with flashing, colored lights, that attempt to blind me. I get a moment to look around, the slightly arching ceiling, and the tables off to the side, against the walls, before Jessica gently pushes me forward, with an excited smile. I'm greeted by another who wears a smile that's much more calming than Jessica's.