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March 6, 2013
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‘Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.’
Alexander Pope
At 7pm I showered and started to put on my make-up. I chose a bronze eye shadow that made my green-grey eyes stand out, and a ton of winged eyeliner and mascara. I flicked through my dresses. I didn’t have many, and usually wore one of Abbey’s dresses, as I didn’t have time to get ready at her place, I decided on a short red baby doll dress with little transparent puff sleeves. I curled my hair with tongs so that my long blonde hair hung down my back in ringlets. Jewelry and a spray of perfume and I was done. I put on matching red heels and grabbed a silver glittery clutch bag throwing in my purse, phone and pieces of make-up. I had a final glance in the mirror. I looked hot! I smiled coyly at myself turning round to look at myself from the back in the mirror.
Pleased with the result, I locked the bedroom door incase Colin decided to come in, took my shoes off and slipped my arm through the straps. I scrambled over the window ledge into the bushes and ran across the lawn. I ran a couple of blocks in my bare feet then stopped and put on my heels. I continued clicking down the path until I reached the main high street where I stuck my hand out for a taxi. One stopped immediately and off I sped to Abbey’s party.
When I got to the house, about a 15minute drive later, I could tell it was already in full swing. I could hear the base thumping out the house, and I could hear cheers from drinking games going on inside. She lived in a nice neighborhood, and had a large area of land around her house. Tall bushes surrounded the entire house and garden so the neighbors couldn’t look in. The front of the house was white and had five to six steps leading up to the porch which wrapped around the house.
I slipped in through the unlocked front door and pushed my way through the crowd. At an estimate, I’d say there were at least one hundred people here already. I made my way down the hall way into the kitchen where 2 guys were egging on a short skinny guy chugging a 2 liter jug of lager. Most of it tipped down his front and pooled on the floor around his feet but the guys just kept cheering him on. I grinned and shouted, “chug chug chug chug” with the others. When he’d finished he raised his jug in a salute, then covered his mouth while burping. He froze for a second, staring at us panicked, then flew out the kitchen door into the garden.
I smirked and walked to the counter, pouring myself a vodka and coke. I sauntered through the rest of the house until I found Abbey in the living room. She was sat on the floor playing spin the bottle with a group of girls and guys, and smoking a joint. I folded onto the floor next to her sticking my face next to hers. She put the joint to my mouth and I inhaled deeply. The cloudy fog was sucked into me and I pushed it back out. I joined in the game, until I started laughing so hard I spurted vodka out of my nose. That of course, made us all laugh even harder.
After a while I excused myself and left to find a bathroom. I went to Abbeys ensuite as there was a queue for the main family bathroom. As I reapplied my powder and lip gloss, a shadow that seemed to glitter, appeared at the back of the room near the door. I stared in the mirror for a second then turned around. There was nothing there of course; it was the effects of the drink and the drugs. I chuckled at myself for a minute then picked up my bag and left the bathroom to find Abbey again.
I went outside to the back garden to smoke and found the verandah empty. I sat on the low wall that surrounded the porch and lit my cigarette. I breathed in the cigarette aroma and stared out towards the back of the garden where it was so black I could barely make out the shapes of the trees and bushes.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw a man step up towards me. The first thing that caught my attention were his eyes. The Iris’ were so dark they were almost black, blending into the pupil. The whites of his eyes were so pale they almost sparkled in the light from the porch lamps. He had thick, defined eye lashes which framed them perfectly, and dark hair shaved close to the skull. Through his eyebrow was a silver bolt. He had high cheek bones, which emphasized his attractiveness. Full lips were the final touch, making him look sulky.
He was tall, he must have been at least 6 foot 2, and he was built like a boxer. He was wearing a fitted white t-shirt with a black design, and his biceps were clearly defined and bulging beneath the short sleeves. He was wearing black trousers and a black belt with a silver buckle. He wore a silver chain with some sort of pendant. Tattoos ran up his neck and I could see them wrapping around his arms.
Just looking at him took my breath away. He looked dangerous and deadly, and full of sin. He looked like the epitome of criminal. And if he wasn’t a criminal, he could certainly make it as a model.
He was staring right at me, which made my heart murmur. Staring into my eyes, he walked straight up to me. He stopped around 2 foot away from me, and looked down at me. The blank expression on his face faded as he sneered down at me. He glared at me distastefully. “You shouldn’t be here.” He growled.
I was still staring at his gorgeous, perfect face, and it took a moment to realize what he had said. I definitely hadn’t expected him to say that. Immediately I felt my guard shoot up, my barrier surrounding me. I raised my eyebrows in a disapproving look and glared back at him. “Excuse me?”
“You heard.” His gravelly voice rumbled. He lurched forward and grabbed me by the arm pulling me up to my feet. I dropped my smoke on the ground.
I wrestled against him, digging the nails of my free hand into the flesh of his arm. I stomped my heel down on his foot and put all my force into pulling away from him. He hissed and let go abruptly, causing me to fall against a pottery planter, knocking it to the ground. The pottery smashed all round my feet, the soil coating my shoes.
“What is your problem? You need therapy! You can’t just grab people!” I shouted at him. I managed to side step around him and I whirled around to storm into the house, but somehow he had appeared between me and the door.
“How did you…?” I gasped. I shook the thought away and shoved at him with all my force. He didn’t even register it. He slapped my arms away, and scowled at me.
“You need to go home.” He enunciated clearly and slowly. He leaned down glaring with what felt like hatred.
“I need you to get the fuck out of my way.” I copied his slow speech.
“Something is going to happen if you stay here.” He snapped.
I considered him. Perhaps he was drunk, or high. He didn’t look drunk or high though, and he certainly didn’t look crazy. A dick-head yes, crazy, I didn’t think so. From his build I would have said he was a fighter though. Then it dawned on me. “Is there going to be a raid? Do you know something?” If he was an undercover policeman, perhaps he’d seen me and decided to take pity on me, giving me a chance to leave.
The man looked thoughtful for a split second then said, “there might be, and you need to be far away from here, tucked up in your bed, little girl.” He turned abruptly and almost glided away from me round the side of the house without saying another word.
I stood alone on the back porch, slightly in shock, my mind turning the whole incident over. He had just appeared out of nowhere, warned me, and then disappeared just as quickly. Why would he warn only me?
I chewed on the inside of my lips, half tempted to follow him round the corner of the house to see where he had gone. I felt an urgency to leave the party; if I got into any more trouble I’d be kicked out of school. I really couldn’t afford to be here if a raid was going down.
“Fuck.” I muttered to myself and skipped back inside to the party.
I found Abbey quickly and updated her.
“So you’re telling me an amazingly hot guy, who you’ve never seen before, came up to you in my back garden and told you there was going to be a police raid of my party, tonight?” She raised her eyebrows skeptically.
I grimaced. I knew it sounded a bit delusional. “Well, not exactly, but he insinuated that there was going to be one. And you know I can’t afford to get kicked out of school.”
Abbey tutted, annoyed. “Oh my god! You’re such a drama queen! You’re getting paranoid and you’re obviously hallucinating! Everything’s fine, just relax. Take a chill pill, in fact, here, take one of these, it’ll do you good.” She held out a small white capsule. I paused, looking at her and milling over my options. I obviously took too for her liking. “For fuck sake Jasmine! Are you turning me down? Don’t you turn into a fucking loser!”
My insides were jittering. I felt conflicted. I supposed he hadn’t actually said there was going to be a raid, and he certainly didn’t look like a policeman. I smiled at her and opened my mouth.
“That’s my girl.” She crooned at me as the put the capsule on my tongue. I downed it with some wine and strolled on into the living room where the party was the loudest shaking off the lingering feelings of doubt and anxiety.
The rest of the night passed in a blur. There was no raid, no policeman, and I didn’t see the stranger again. Maybe I did imagine him. Throughout the night I felt my consciousness slip more and more. My vision was hazy. I felt my heart pounding in my chest. The shadow appeared again and again, until I really felt that I was becoming paranoid. I stayed with everyone inside and sat on a sofa at the back of the room watching everyone dancing, then closed my eyes when the dancing changed into something more physical. The lights in the living room were low, and I saw a dark shadow begin to shimmer in the corner of the room near the door. At first I thought it was my eyes blurring, but I blinked and tried to rub them without smudging my makeup and it seemed to move across the floor near the door as if searching for something. I glanced around to make sure no one was watching me. They were all much too involved in the sexual frenzy that was beginning. I stood up and walked towards the door, stalking it.
I wondered if it was a smoke bomb that the police used, after all the mystery guy had warned me about something happening tonight. I left the room, closing the door behind me. I couldn’t see the shadow anymore; maybe it had been a figment of my imagination, or a reflection from the lights from in the living room.
I walked further down the corridor towards the front door. I heard a bang coming from outside. I pulled the door open and was surprised to find that no one was there. I took a step out and looked to either side; no one. That was bizarre. As I turned to go back into the house I found myself falling down the porch steps.
I screamed as I fell, then shouted, “Hey!” As I realized I had felt myself being pushed. Lying on the ground, my knees aching, I swiveled my head around to see if I could see the person who had pushed me. “That wasn’t funny!” I shouted angrily. The music was thumping out of the house, the front door to the house now closed, so no one would have heard me. Maybe one of the drunken guys had pushed me then ran away?
“Arsehole.” I muttered. I knelt, struggling to come to my feet in my high heels.
My head snapped backwards, as I was dragged back to lean against someone. I shouted out and struggled as a hand sank into my hair tugging my head at an unnatural angle. Another hand had hold of my throat, fingernails digging in. Though I was bent backwards, held in an immovable grip against a thick, hard body, I flailed and thrashed, struggling to get free from whatever creep had hold of me. Panic and rage was building in me.
My captor licked my neck and breathed heavily into my ear. He began to softly nibble his way down my neck, as I tried to scream his hand left my hair and clamped over my nose and mouth to silence me. His nails dug into my cheek as I turned my head trying to breathe.
Suddenly he was dragged backwards. In turn was dragged with him. As my captor stood up with me still in his grip he was hit by something, or someone, and he let go of me. I tumbled to the ground, knocking my head on the pavement. My vision wavered and blurred. I saw flashes of white and green, I saw a vision of two people fighting. I felt myself slip, my eyes closing, just as I heard a roar.
I lost some time then, there was nothing, not blackness, not anything. Then somehow, sometime later I opened my eyes and found myself back in bed in my own room.
Falling for an Angel
2
‘Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.’
Alexander Pope
At 7pm I showered and started to put on my make-up. I chose a bronze eye shadow that made my green-grey eyes stand out, and a ton of winged eyeliner and mascara. I flicked through my dresses. I didn’t have many, and usually wore one of Abbey’s dresses, as I didn’t have time to get ready at her place, I decided on a short red baby doll dress with little transparent puff sleeves. I curled my hair with tongs so that my long blonde hair hung down my back in ringlets. Jewelry and a spray of perfume and I was done. I put on matching red heels and grabbed a silver glittery clutch bag throwing in my purse, phone and pieces of make-up. I had a final glance in the mirror. I looked hot! I smiled coyly at myself turning round to look at myself from the back in the mirror.
Pleased with the result, I locked the bedroom door incase Colin decided to come in, took my shoes off and slipped my arm through the straps. I scrambled over the window ledge into the bushes and ran across the lawn. I ran a couple of blocks in my bare feet then stopped and put on my heels. I continued clicking down the path until I reached the main high street where I stuck my hand out for a taxi. One stopped immediately and off I sped to Abbey’s party.
When I got to the house, about a 15minute drive later, I could tell it was already in full swing. I could hear the base thumping out the house, and I could hear cheers from drinking games going on inside. She lived in a nice neighborhood, and had a large area of land around her house. Tall bushes surrounded the entire house and garden so the neighbors couldn’t look in. The front of the house was white and had five to six steps leading up to the porch which wrapped around the house.
I slipped in through the unlocked front door and pushed my way through the crowd. At an estimate, I’d say there were at least one hundred people here already. I made my way down the hall way into the kitchen where 2 guys were egging on a short skinny guy chugging a 2 liter jug of lager. Most of it tipped down his front and pooled on the floor around his feet but the guys just kept cheering him on. I grinned and shouted, “chug chug chug chug” with the others. When he’d finished he raised his jug in a salute, then covered his mouth while burping. He froze for a second, staring at us panicked, then flew out the kitchen door into the garden.
I smirked and walked to the counter, pouring myself a vodka and coke. I sauntered through the rest of the house until I found Abbey in the living room. She was sat on the floor playing spin the bottle with a group of girls and guys, and smoking a joint. I folded onto the floor next to her sticking my face next to hers. She put the joint to my mouth and I inhaled deeply. The cloudy fog was sucked into me and I pushed it back out. I joined in the game, until I started laughing so hard I spurted vodka out of my nose. That of course, made us all laugh even harder.
After a while I excused myself and left to find a bathroom. I went to Abbeys ensuite as there was a queue for the main family bathroom. As I reapplied my powder and lip gloss, a shadow that seemed to glitter, appeared at the back of the room near the door. I stared in the mirror for a second then turned around. There was nothing there of course; it was the effects of the drink and the drugs. I chuckled at myself for a minute then picked up my bag and left the bathroom to find Abbey again.
I went outside to the back garden to smoke and found the verandah empty. I sat on the low wall that surrounded the porch and lit my cigarette. I breathed in the cigarette aroma and stared out towards the back of the garden where it was so black I could barely make out the shapes of the trees and bushes.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw a man step up towards me. The first thing that caught my attention were his eyes. The Iris’ were so dark they were almost black, blending into the pupil. The whites of his eyes were so pale they almost sparkled in the light from the porch lamps. He had thick, defined eye lashes which framed them perfectly, and dark hair shaved close to the skull. Through his eyebrow was a silver bolt. He had high cheek bones, which emphasized his attractiveness. Full lips were the final touch, making him look sulky.
He was tall, he must have been at least 6 foot 2, and he was built like a boxer. He was wearing a fitted white t-shirt with a black design, and his biceps were clearly defined and bulging beneath the short sleeves. He was wearing black trousers and a black belt with a silver buckle. He wore a silver chain with some sort of pendant. Tattoos ran up his neck and I could see them wrapping around his arms.
Just looking at him took my breath away. He looked dangerous and deadly, and full of sin. He looked like the epitome of criminal. And if he wasn’t a criminal, he could certainly make it as a model.
He was staring right at me, which made my heart murmur. Staring into my eyes, he walked straight up to me. He stopped around 2 foot away from me, and looked down at me. The blank expression on his face faded as he sneered down at me. He glared at me distastefully. “You shouldn’t be here.” He growled.
I was still staring at his gorgeous, perfect face, and it took a moment to realize what he had said. I definitely hadn’t expected him to say that. Immediately I felt my guard shoot up, my barrier surrounding me. I raised my eyebrows in a disapproving look and glared back at him. “Excuse me?”
“You heard.” His gravelly voice rumbled. He lurched forward and grabbed me by the arm pulling me up to my feet. I dropped my smoke on the ground.
I wrestled against him, digging the nails of my free hand into the flesh of his arm. I stomped my heel down on his foot and put all my force into pulling away from him. He hissed and let go abruptly, causing me to fall against a pottery planter, knocking it to the ground. The pottery smashed all round my feet, the soil coating my shoes.
“What is your problem? You need therapy! You can’t just grab people!” I shouted at him. I managed to side step around him and I whirled around to storm into the house, but somehow he had appeared between me and the door.
“How did you…?” I gasped. I shook the thought away and shoved at him with all my force. He didn’t even register it. He slapped my arms away, and scowled at me.
“You need to go home.” He enunciated clearly and slowly. He leaned down glaring with what felt like hatred.
“I need you to get the fuck out of my way.” I copied his slow speech.
“Something is going to happen if you stay here.” He snapped.
I considered him. Perhaps he was drunk, or high. He didn’t look drunk or high though, and he certainly didn’t look crazy. A dick-head yes, crazy, I didn’t think so. From his build I would have said he was a fighter though. Then it dawned on me. “Is there going to be a raid? Do you know something?” If he was an undercover policeman, perhaps he’d seen me and decided to take pity on me, giving me a chance to leave.
The man looked thoughtful for a split second then said, “there might be, and you need to be far away from here, tucked up in your bed, little girl.” He turned abruptly and almost glided away from me round the side of the house without saying another word.
I stood alone on the back porch, slightly in shock, my mind turning the whole incident over. He had just appeared out of nowhere, warned me, and then disappeared just as quickly. Why would he warn only me?
I chewed on the inside of my lips, half tempted to follow him round the corner of the house to see where he had gone. I felt an urgency to leave the party; if I got into any more trouble I’d be kicked out of school. I really couldn’t afford to be here if a raid was going down.
“Fuck.” I muttered to myself and skipped back inside to the party.
I found Abbey quickly and updated her.
“So you’re telling me an amazingly hot guy, who you’ve never seen before, came up to you in my back garden and told you there was going to be a police raid of my party, tonight?” She raised her eyebrows skeptically.
I grimaced. I knew it sounded a bit delusional. “Well, not exactly, but he insinuated that there was going to be one. And you know I can’t afford to get kicked out of school.”
Abbey tutted, annoyed. “Oh my god! You’re such a drama queen! You’re getting paranoid and you’re obviously hallucinating! Everything’s fine, just relax. Take a chill pill, in fact, here, take one of these, it’ll do you good.” She held out a small white capsule. I paused, looking at her and milling over my options. I obviously took too for her liking. “For fuck sake Jasmine! Are you turning me down? Don’t you turn into a fucking loser!”
My insides were jittering. I felt conflicted. I supposed he hadn’t actually said there was going to be a raid, and he certainly didn’t look like a policeman. I smiled at her and opened my mouth.
“That’s my girl.” She crooned at me as the put the capsule on my tongue. I downed it with some wine and strolled on into the living room where the party was the loudest shaking off the lingering feelings of doubt and anxiety.
The rest of the night passed in a blur. There was no raid, no policeman, and I didn’t see the stranger again. Maybe I did imagine him. Throughout the night I felt my consciousness slip more and more. My vision was hazy. I felt my heart pounding in my chest. The shadow appeared again and again, until I really felt that I was becoming paranoid. I stayed with everyone inside and sat on a sofa at the back of the room watching everyone dancing, then closed my eyes when the dancing changed into something more physical. The lights in the living room were low, and I saw a dark shadow begin to shimmer in the corner of the room near the door. At first I thought it was my eyes blurring, but I blinked and tried to rub them without smudging my makeup and it seemed to move across the floor near the door as if searching for something. I glanced around to make sure no one was watching me. They were all much too involved in the sexual frenzy that was beginning. I stood up and walked towards the door, stalking it.
I wondered if it was a smoke bomb that the police used, after all the mystery guy had warned me about something happening tonight. I left the room, closing the door behind me. I couldn’t see the shadow anymore; maybe it had been a figment of my imagination, or a reflection from the lights from in the living room.
I walked further down the corridor towards the front door. I heard a bang coming from outside. I pulled the door open and was surprised to find that no one was there. I took a step out and looked to either side; no one. That was bizarre. As I turned to go back into the house I found myself falling down the porch steps.
I screamed as I fell, then shouted, “Hey!” As I realized I had felt myself being pushed. Lying on the ground, my knees aching, I swiveled my head around to see if I could see the person who had pushed me. “That wasn’t funny!” I shouted angrily. The music was thumping out of the house, the front door to the house now closed, so no one would have heard me. Maybe one of the drunken guys had pushed me then ran away?
“Arsehole.” I muttered. I knelt, struggling to come to my feet in my high heels.
My head snapped backwards, as I was dragged back to lean against someone. I shouted out and struggled as a hand sank into my hair tugging my head at an unnatural angle. Another hand had hold of my throat, fingernails digging in. Though I was bent backwards, held in an immovable grip against a thick, hard body, I flailed and thrashed, struggling to get free from whatever creep had hold of me. Panic and rage was building in me.
My captor licked my neck and breathed heavily into my ear. He began to softly nibble his way down my neck, as I tried to scream his hand left my hair and clamped over my nose and mouth to silence me. His nails dug into my cheek as I turned my head trying to breathe.
Suddenly he was dragged backwards. In turn was dragged with him. As my captor stood up with me still in his grip he was hit by something, or someone, and he let go of me. I tumbled to the ground, knocking my head on the pavement. My vision wavered and blurred. I saw flashes of white and green, I saw a vision of two people fighting. I felt myself slip, my eyes closing, just as I heard a roar.
I lost some time then, there was nothing, not blackness, not anything. Then somehow, sometime later I opened my eyes and found myself back in bed in my own room.
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There are competitions on facebook every other week or so so join me on there!
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