The Wattpad chick

~Chapter seven~

"You gotta have life your way. If you ain't losing your mind, you ain't partying right"

-Young Jeezy

I gulp, gaping at the dangerous black thing pointed at me. I stare into the eyes of the girl who was standing in front of me, shoving the petrifying thing into my face.

"That's it," I mutter, "this is how I'm gonna die".

"Oh stop being so dramatic, Sky," Aliyah huffs, her fingertips playing with the mascara she was holding in her hands, "you're gonna look good. Just relax and let me do my work."

I wince and lean back as she inches closer.

"What if you poke my eyeballs out with that vicious thing?"

"That vicious thing is something you'll be thanking me for later," She answers, shaking her head in exasperation, "and to answer your extremely stupid question, I took a professional course in make-up when I was 14. I can curl your lashes and apply your foundation and scroll through my Instagram at the same time so just RELAX."

I eye her with a narrowed gaze as she moves close, placing one of her hands on my cheek. With her other hand, she deftly rolls the mascara stick along my eyelashes. I loosen up, deciding that my best friend is capable of keeping my eyeballs intact.

As Aliyah resumes her job, I let my thoughts wander. I'd been up all night, trying to figure out what I'd heard when I eavesdropped on Greta.

I could remember every single word she'd uttered while she was on the phone call with her perpetrator. It looked like this person had something on her and was using it to make her do his dirty work- to kill someone, a specific he, at tonight's party. What was even worse was that Greta had mentioned that it was supposed to be my job.

Could it....could it be my father who was making her do this?

A chill ran up my spine at the mere thought of it. What irked me even more was that I couldn't put it past him to plan and carry out a murder.

I let all the intruding thoughts slide back into a box at the back of my mind and take a deep breath.

The only reason I am going to this party is so I could stop a horrible event from unfolding.

I know what it's like to lose a person to murder, and there's no way I'm letting another one happen, especially when I can try and stop it.

I look at Aliyah as she unhooks the red dress I'd finally decided on and waves it in front of me.

"So you ready to crush this thing or what?"