"Gene, you just love to be the party pooper, don't you?" I sigh. He just smirks and checks his phone.

"Last time I remembered, it was your daddy's party tonight. Also, the wife AND daughter of the host should be there to celebrate." He reminds me.

"No one even likes you, Gene!" Laurence comments from the back of the group.

Gene looks back and rolls his eyes as a response then turns back to face me, "I mean, come on Aphmau. You really think I'd be doing this if I wasn't working with your family?"

"Yes, Gene. I do. Ever since I was 16 and started sneaking out."

"Ah ha! So you admit it."

Oh my Irene, this idiot. "Yes Gene, you know this, you come bust me everytime!" I react, "Plus I didn't sneak out this time. My mom knows I'm here."

"Mommy knows? Well so does Daddy himself. He told me to come pick you up and take you back to the party."

"There is no way he knows I'm here."

"He has eyes everywhere. You know this."

"Alright alright I see your point. So what are you going to do now? Drag me home like you do? Or! Or you can respect the fact that my mom, Zach Everton's WIFE, allowed her TWENTY FOUR year old daughter, not sixteen, not eighteen, but twenty four year old daughter to have a night away from the chaos, away from Guardian Forces business, just to be with her friends." I turn to the bar to pick up a drink and put it in front of him. "Join us. I know you're also tired of my family having your life in his hands."

I can see the hesitation in his eyes. "I should really be getting you home." He says. I can tell my speech changed his mood to... whatever mopey thing this is.

"No." I respond.

He looks me straight in the eyes, "No?"

"You heard me. N o." I say. My friends start cheering me on for sticking up to my dad's puppet. "You can't fight me, you'll lose your job. You can't call anyone, my dad doesn't check his phone during parties and neither does my mom. All house GF are guarding the house and post GFs can't leave their stations. You can't yell, you'll look crazy. So, Gene, I'll say it again." I walk closer to him, "No."

He's shocked by my reaction. He knows I hate fighting but hey, this is my life. 'Bout time I start acting like it. "Just make this easier and come with me. I really don't want to lose this job, I'm already on thin ice."

Godammit, now I feel bad. I look back at my friends. "I'm sorry guys. I'll catch up with you all later."

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I sit in the backseat of the car to avoid any contact with Gene. But boy, does my father hate me. "I'm sorry for pulling you out of there."

"Yeah yeah whatever." I keep texting on my phone.

"I really mean it. I don't want to be the bad guy here." He says. My phone dings and I see it's from my dad.

Daddy 💕: Hey, sweetie, I know you're sick in your room tonight but I do hope you feel better soon. Again, happy birthday ❤

Interesting. "Hey, Gene. What was my dad wearing tonight?"

"What he usually does. A black tux."

Incorrect. He wore a red tux because.... something about "Wearing the blood of the enemy". So my father really didn't know what was going on.

So what was Gene really doing?

"Hey, what's the theme for the party? I totally forgot and I want to dress the part."

"Umm I think it's just black decorations." Man, he cannot keep up a lie. Again. Blood of the enemy and I remember my father yelling about red curtains and roses.

"Okay, what's going on? Because my dad obviously didn't set you up to this." I start to raise my voice at him.

"Yes he did, he told me to go find you."

"Oh yeah, in his black tux. You never even checked with my dad, did you? So tell me what the fuck is going on!"

"I like you, okay?!" He responds, stopping the car at a stop light. "Okay, I admit it. I didn't go to Mr. Everton tonight. I just don't want you to get hurt."

I don't believe this. Well, I believe it, but still! Gene tricked me into feeling bad for him. "I'm not going home with you." I open the car door and step out, slamming the door hard.

Gene starts driving beside me as I walk away and he unrolls the window, "Aph, come on. Get in the car, I'll take you home."

"Don't call me that. Why would I get in the car with you of all people?" I keep walking and Gene is still driving.

"Aphmau, please. I can't lose this job."

"Oh yeah because tricking your boss's daughter isn't an offense already. I hope you do get fired!" I yell. He stops the car and steps out.

"Fine, I'll get you myself." He runs up slings me over his shoulder. "You being a brat isn't going to get me on the streets!"

"Let me go, you lunatic!" I kick his gut with my heel and he gets down on his knees, letting me go and I take that as an opportunity to get up and run.

"You can run, but you can't hide!" He yells. I know the heels are slowing me down so I take them off and continue to run until I find an alley to take a breath.

"Where are you, Aphmau?" I hear his voice from the outside. "Come out, come out wherever you are." He calls. I back deeper and deeper into the alley when I feel a hand cover my mouth.

"Stay quiet." The masculine voice says. Oh my Irene, I cannot catch a break. First Gene, now whoever this is. I nod and he lets me go.

"Who are you? What do you want with me?"

"It's not what I want. It's what Alpha wants."

Alpha? ALPHA?! WAIT! "Alpha?"

"Yes the Alpha wants to meet you." Ohhhhhhhhhh my Irene. Oh my Irene, oh my Irene, OH! MY! IRENE! This is a werewolf! I am being held hostage! By a WEREWOLF! OH MY IRENE!

Wait maybe this is just a prank. Right? Haha right?

"Step into the light." I say.

"Why?"

"Step into the damn light!" I yell. I know I scared him so he does as I say. I-

I WAS RIGHT! I gasp, "HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME-"

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"We got a brat." The werewolf says as he puts the brick down and he picks her up bridal style. "Alpha better appreciate this. Can't keep knocking folks out."

"Hold your tongue, we don't speak of Alpha like that! Is she heavy?"

"Not at all. I can carry her myself."

"Great. Come on, before Alpha gets mad."

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~Jolly Purplla 💚