Hostage

Chapter 8 - Before

        

       A few months earlier..

                Zoey wrapped a towel around her damp tangled bristle, water dripped off of her body onto the tiled floor of the bathroom. The mirrors were fogged, steam filled the entire room. Zoey dried off her body so she could get dressed. She felt so much better than she did before, she felt brand new every time she got out of a balmy shower. Zoey walked out of her bathroom, into her bedroom with a towel draped around her body, covering her unexposed body parts. She let the towel hit the ground, as she found some clothes to wear to a party she was getting ready for. Tahlia, who was her best friend, was throwing a summer party at her log cabin that was deep down in the woods. Zoey was not really a party person, but she decided she would want to go to just get out of the house and socialize a bit.

        Albeit, Zoey snapped her bra in place, pushing her boobs up, and slipped on some laced underwear. She opened her closet door which was full of clothes. Zoey's family had a lot of money, but she did not act like she was better than everyone else. She was actually a very nice girl. She was very confident, but very shy and sensitive. Zoey drug out a few outfits. trying each one of them on to see which one looked best on her for the night. 

        One out fit was, a pair of high waisted jeans which were dark denim, with a top that showed the rest of her stomach, which the jeans were covering the rest. The top was black, with lace on the back, the front was very low cut. She turned around, admiring herself in her mirror that was hanging on the back of her door. 

        "I like this one." She said talking to herself as if someone else was there.

Zoey put on a pair of high kneed boots that came up just below her knee. They had a pointed heel, and they were black, with zippers on each side. One side was just for show.

        After getting dressed, Zoey put on her make up. A smokey eyed look, with winged eye liner, and a red tinted lipstick. She loved wearing red lipstick. It made her feel more confident about herself. She did not know why it did, but she loved it.

        Zoey's phone began to ring, she rushed to it, picking it up to see who it was. It was Tahlia, of course. 

        "Hello?" Zoey said in a high pitched tone.

        "Hey girl! Are you almost ready?" Tahlia asked with curiousity.

        "Yes! I'll be there in a just a minute, I just have to tell mom to take me since my car is broke down. This is gonne suck, she is just gonna ask me all types of questions about what I am going to be doing, and if there are going to be boys there and all that shit." Zoey said rambling on and on.

        "What does she expect?! This isn't any 10 year old party! This is a summer party! Which means no school bitch!" Tahlia screamed through the phone. Zoey let out a chuckle, and shook her head at Tahlia.

   Tahlia was the friend that was a good girl in front of your parents, but a bad girl behind doors. She got away with a lot of stuff that her parents probably will never know about unless someone snitched on her, but the only person that knows is Zoey. Zoey and Tahlia have been friends for years, they could tell eachother anything.

        "I'll see you later Tal, I'm coming now." Zoey said cutting her off.

        "Okay babe." 

Zoey hit the end button and slid her phone in her back pocket. She walked down stairs and into the living room where her mom was sitting on the couch with a book in her hand,

        "Mom, can you take me to Tahlia's party please?!" Zoey said sitting down beside her mother.

Zoey's mom took off her reading glasses and blinked twice quickly at her sight.