"He is such a freaking a-hole!" Josh exclaims. I chuckle and roll my eyes. He has never swore once in his life and apparently that's not about to change anytime soon.

"Do you think he's going to call you?" Morgan asks and I sigh. The same thought has been on my mind the minute everything happened. I'm not going to lie, I'm completely afraid of the answer.

"He better not, if he does I'm going to cut off his bal-" Logan begins but I shut him up by throwing a pillow at his head. He has always been protective of us - me in particular - and I appreciate that, but I can handle myself.

The conversation is interrupted by my phone ringing. Josh gasps and covers his face.

"Relax! It's just my mom," I explain and answer the phone call.

"Hello?" I answer, walking out of the room. My mom never calls, why now?

"Sweetie! How are you? I miss you," she says without taking a breath.

"Um, I miss you too?" It comes out as more of a question. Whoops.

"I knew you'd say that! So guess what."

"What?"

"Your father and I are on our way to your place. We'll be there tomorrow at one. See you then!" She explains and I try to argue but she hangs up.

"What was that about?" Logan asks as I make my way back to the living room. I groan and sit down on the couch.

"Be prepared to deal with my parents tomorrow," I hide my face in my hands and huff in annoyance. It's never a good time when they visit. They either complain about my situation or they brag about how life is better without five children running around. It's exhausting.

"Oh, gee, I'm sure looking forward to it!" Morgan sarcastically exclaims.

Since Morgan dyed her hair and everyhing my parents claim that she is a bad influence on me. However because we're still best friends my parents think that they can say things to her without consequences. But on more then one occasion Morgan has come crying to me. It sucks seeing your best friend like that just because of a few judgmental people. So yeah, this should be fun.

We continue to have a movie marathon but somewhere during the seventh movie my phone vibrates. My mom never texts so this could be only be one person.

I never got your name, love. xx

A blush creeps on to my face and I find myself quickly replying.

And you're not going to.

Is he seriously going to act like nothing happened? I mean come on, I caught him beating someone up in a damn alleyway and he asks for my name. Yeah, no.

Don't be difficult.

I scoff at his reply and angrily type my response.

Excuse you but I don't give my name to someone who hurt my best friends.

My phone vibrates signaling he replied but I ignore it. I'm just going to stop answering and hopefully he'll give up. I sigh and continue to watch the movie that's playing before letting out a yawn. Man, I'm exhausted. We've been up for way too long.

With yet another sigh I stand up from the couch and stretch. "I'm going to bed, goodnight everyone," I declare and walk out of the living room towards my room. Once inside I go into the bathroom attached and sigh as I look in the mirror. I've never liked my reflection to the point where I don't even care. His evil blue eyes cross my mind and I clench my hands into fists. I can't think about him, not now.

With as much effort as possible I brush my teeth and scuffle to my bed before collapsing onto it. Another sigh leaves my lips as I think of the past twenty-four hours. Shit just always manages to happen to me, doesn't it?

From his accent down to his uniquely shaped eyes, Denis is the only thing keeping me awake right now. I can't help but feel a little excited when I think about it, really. I mean I've always been the type to be drawn towards the "bad guy" which is what he seems to be. You'd think that I would be interested in the good guy who would treat me right but nope, it's the opposite.

Before I can stop myself I'm pulling my phone out and continuing my conversation with the one person I should avoid.

Just tell me your damn name.

April. It's April.

I nervously wait for his response by tapping my phone against my hand and trying to reposition myself on the bed. It's seems like minutes but only seconds pass until I feel the vibration, signaling he answered.

April, hm. I like it. Well guess what.

What?

Not ten seconds later and he's already messages me back. His answer is enough to send chills down my spine and my stomach to do flips.

You're mine now. xoxo, Stoff

Yeah, it's short. Sorry :/ pleaseeeeeeeeeee comment and vote. Like seriously.