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                     My breakfast consists of cookies.

Calla has made pancakes, but they are charred and resembles scabs. Jeremy douses them in syrup and tries to shovel his way through but he gives up half way and eats one of the leftover cakes we brought home yesterday. 

The new kids surround us at the table and I take my time to study them all while Liam is busy chatting with Lance. Ruby is the first who introduces herself to me and I find that her hair fits her name. She laughs when I tell her this and fingers her fire engine red hair. She is pretty, I guess, with dark brown eyes and pale skin and a dusting of freckles across her nose. Her lips are polished a ruby red color as well.

Ruby then goes out of her way to introduce me to Paz, who is mostly quiet with inky black hair that sticks up in all different directions and equally dark eyes. He offers me a small smile and that is all. Marcelo is next, his skin is a the shade of toffee and his eyes are this beautiful brown and green and gold mix. He seems friendly enough when he tells me my eyes are pretty and I compliment him back. 

I'm already aware of who Tristan is but Ruby introduces him again and this time I offer the faintest of smiles. He returns it and I wonder where the leader of their trio is and Ruby informs me that she is still asleep.

But then Rosalyn descends down the staircase in a silk robe and tiny shorts and she is all smiles as her perfectly curled blonde hair falls down her back. She almost looks like royalty with the way she walks, hands clasped and head held high. She offers to take over for Calla and surprisingly, makes pancakes that are actually edible.

Jeremy is dazzled by her.

He takes time away from eating from just watching her walk around and when she leans down to greet him with a kiss on the cheek - this is her posh way of greeting everyone - he touches her hair and when she pulls back and beams at him, I'm sure he's close to swooning. 

"She wants the D," Jer whispers to Stella who rolls her eyes and stabs another piece of her pancake and I can guess Stella is imagining it's Rosalyn's face. Stella truly does not like Rosalyn and it is painfully obvious with the way she glares. Stella and I have a certain dislike for the tall blonde, especially when she leers close to Liam and presses a kiss to his cheek and I feel like ripping her gold hair from her head.

Stella sees my annoyed expression and smirks and it makes me feel better that I have someone to share my hatred with. 

"I was thinking we should do something tonight, you know, when the others arrive." Rosalyn voices as she takes a seat next to Tristan. "We could all bond better that way."

"This isn't fucking summer camp," Stella retorts before anyone else can chime in. "They're coming here so we can kill the Purgatory."

"I'm aware, Stella." Rosalyn is the perfect image of calm as she meets Stella's eyes. "But it is good that we get to know one another so we work easier together. We are all a team now, aren't we?"

Her group nods and agrees and praises her like she is their queen. 

"I think it'd be a great idea, Ros!" Calla calls as she wobbles out of the kitchen, a fresh batch of pancakes on her plate. "Maybe we can have a barbecue, or oh! A bonfire. I've been craving chocolate like crazy."

Rosalyn oozes with joy at the mention of a bonfire, "I think it's perfect, Cal! I have these really cute Christmas lights we can drape around. Oh my god, It'd be great!"

Calla and Rosalyn continue to gush on how they will set it up and what refreshments they should put out while the rest of Rosalyn's posse chimes in their ideas. Paz is the only one who looks nervous at the prospect of having to sit around a fire and actually socialize. I like him already.

Stella just looks nauseous at the idea of having to endear Rosalyn. Jeremy calls dibs to sitting next to her. Liam doesn't seem to care while I am dreading it.

It requires socializing and that is something I am not good at nor do I wish to get used to. I'm perfectly content with having Stella, Jeremy, and Liam as my only friends.

An hour later, everyone is cleaning up the table and tidying the new rooms for the ten others that will be arriving today. Mr. Farley makes a quick announcement that fighting within the house will not be tolerated and Rosalyn assures him nothing like that will happen while Liam actually starts to look frustrated with the girl.

We all stand outside while we wait for the new recruits - geez, I make it seem like we are assembling an army, but essentially, we are - Liam has an arm wrapped around me with Stella by our side and Jeremy ogling after Rosalyn, who seems to like his attention since she giggles when he makes a comment.

Stella and I glance at each other and roll our eyes. 

Then, we see a jeep coming over a hill at top speed and the whoops and hollers of boys and all I can think is, oh god. 

They skid to a stop in front of us, dirt flying from the rolling wheels and Mr. Farley does not look amused. At all.

The four boys that occupy the car jump out, hooting and hollering and they readily embrace Rosalyn and her group while they treats the rest of us like the plague. 

"Alfie!" Rosalyn squeals as he hugs her, "It's so great to see you! It's been years."

The tall, tan boy smiles and agrees and Rosalyn informs him we are still waiting on six others. While we are waiting, Alfie finally strolls over, looking down at Stella with a raised brow. She glares up at him. 

"Hey, Prescott! It's been years. You're still really short." He makes to ruffle her hair when Stella nearly bites his hand off. He backs off and she snarls the whole time. I smile.

"Liam," His brown eyes are filled with mirth. "Is this your girl?"

"Ronnie Mars." I intervene quickly. Or else I would be merely identified as Liam's girl, though the thought isn't un-pleasing. Does that make sense?

Either way, Alfie holds out his hand for me to shake and I take it wearily, feeling Liam's heated gaze on me.

"Alfie Tyrell, at your service, blue eyes."

I resist the urge to wrench my hand back when he takes it and presses a kiss there. Liam helps out though by dragging me back and glaring at the boy and Alfie wanders off. 

"I hate that kid." Stella grumbles and Liam agrees and I am in the dark about how they all know each other. 

The others arrive as well and I don't catch most of their names, I only end up remembering the goth girl among the sea of strawberry blonde's and brunettes. She has blue hair, a nose piercing, black clothes and bold eyeliner and I determine I like her too.

"Belle Archer." She introduces herself and she's incredibly shifty as she tugs on her blue hair but she seems sick when Rosalyn kisses her cheeks and when Rosalyn tells her that she should let her fix her hair. Belle doesn't seem to like that comment and detaches herself from Rosalyn's embrace.

The day continues with Mr. Farley directing everyone to their rooms - most are forced to share, just like Rosalyn and Tristan are - but they don't seem to mind. I feel Mr. Farley's home has become a dorm filled with wild college students. 

Alfie is the craziest and loudest of them all, running down the hall with random girls on his back. He seems the classic player type when I catch him flirting with one girl and then a half-hour later, he is with a new girl. 

"Who's your new roommate?" I ask Stella as we wander down the stairs. I am nearly hit in the face with a football but Stella catches it and deflates it by digging her talons into it. She tosses back the deflated ball with a hiss and the guy seems disappointed but doesn't say anything.

"The goth chick, thankfully. I made it clear if she crosses onto my side of the room, I'll rip her blue hair from her head." Stella tells me. "Rosalyn is also asking me to get snacks for tonight. What do I look like, her servant?"

"I'll go with you," I offer. "Alfie's screams are making my eardrums bleed." 

Stella agrees and snatches the list from Rosalyn's fingertips and we are off into town once again.  We collect the items quickly and Stella is mostly silent but I can tell something is bothering her when she snatches a bottle of vodka off the shelf and stuffs it into her jacket.

I am so jumpy when we leave the store, scared someone will find out Stella has shop lifted - especially since she's stealing alcohol and we are underage - but the detectors do not beep when we leave and I wonder how she does it. 

We deliver the bags to the kitchen and Rosalyn thanks us with kisses to our cheeks. Stella looks ready to barf at the gesture. 

"What are you planning on wearing, Ron?" Rosalyn asks me as she shuffles through the contents in the bag. I don't remember giving her permission to call me Ron. 

"This." I state blandly as I motion to my jeans and muscle shirt. Rosalyn shakes her head in distaste. 

"You should borrow something of mine. I have this adorable skater skirt that would look.." Rosalyn tattles on and I turn to Stella, but she merely shakes her head at me and leaves me to fend for myself. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch her join Belle's presence. The girl seems nervous when Stella begin's to rant - I can tell she's ranting because she throws her arms up in the air and pulls faces - but doesn't say anything. 

Eventually Ruby joins in with Rosalyn and they insist on helping me get ready for a bonfire. Before I can protest, they drag me off and Rosalyn commands Tristan and Marcelo to set up the lights. They agree and leave me to the makeup monster that is Rosalyn.

While Ruby works out knots in my hair, Rosalyn applies concealer under my eyes. "Stress isn't good for you, Ron," She says as she brushes her shiny locks back. "It causes aging faster."

In the middle of it, Rosalyn asks Ruby to retrieve Belle and Stella. Rosalyn is on a conquest to make the least adequate girls presentable.

Stella is wrestled into the room by Ruby and once Rosalyn is satisfied with my eyeliner, she moves to Stella, combing out her hair. Stella is disgruntled and Belle is awkward and silent as Ruby forces her into different clothes.

"What's it like having a mate, Ron?" Rosalyn asks as she brushes blush onto the apple of Stella's cheek. "I bet it's nice, knowing someone is always there for you."

Belle's awkward-ness rubs off onto me and I find myself shuffling just like her. Girly gossip is something I am not skilled in. That is why Stella and I get a long so well, she does not care for such matters. "Um, yeah, it is."

Rosalyn seems displeased by my answer and places down the brush, turning her eyes to me. "Wasn't it magical when you first met? Did you know it was love instantly? And when you kiss.. do you feel sparks?"

Stella gags and pretends to stab a finger down her throat. I wonder why Rosalyn is so pushy to know.

"I hear the sex is great with your mate," Ruby adds and Belle's eyes bulge out at the word and she's blushing as if Ruby is talking to her. 

"Well, it has to be! It's your other half. The person that's supposed to complete you." Rosalyn sighs dreamily and returns to Stella who eyes her wearily.

"You seem to know a lot about it," She says and Rosalyn pauses, offering her a small smile.

"Girls gossip, Stella." Rosalyn states. "Do you remember that time when we were younger, and our moms would gather us around to talk about it? I remember it at the bon fire's. My mom use to tell me stories of how she met my father. He was from another pack, but he left his and willingly joined hers because he loved her at first glance." Rosalyn smiles broadly as she reminisces. "Do you remember?"

Stella's eyebrows furrow, "No." She says. "Maybe I wasn't there."

"You were," Rosalyn insists. "Right, Ruby?"

"Yeah. You got mad when your mom asked you something and you ran off." Ruby nods and Stella looks distraught. She shakes her head.

"I don't remember it."

Rosalyn frowns but doesn't persist. Stella doesn't struggle within Rosalyn's grip, but rather let's her curl her hair without a single word. I don't say anything, but I want to ask Stella what's troubling her. Is it the mention of her mother? 

 Stella has never mentioned her family before. Or why she was in the Purgatory. Or if she even has siblings. Are they dead? Are they alive?

Either way, I can see it has gotten to Stella. She doesn't argue, not even when Rosalyn forces her into some blue, spaghetti strap dress. I don't complain either when Ruby shoves a leather skater skirt into my arm and a crop top. I pair it with my military jacket, just because I don't like showing so much skin. 

I walk a long with Stella and Belle. Rosalyn and Ruby have stayed behind to quickly prep themselves but once Liam sees me, he quickly sweeps me away, leaving Stella to herself. Jeremy appears by his side and whistles. 

"Looking sexy Ron," He says and I roll my eyes while Liam nudges him and tells him to shut up. Jeremy doesn't pay attention and stares after Stella's form. "Is Stella wearing a dress?"

"Yeah. Rosalyn convinced her." I answer. 

"Is she coming down soon?" Jeremy asks. "I hope she wears something revealing so I can see her boobs."

Jeremy flounces after Stella and tugs at the hem of her dress, I'm glad when I see her hiss at him and attempt to smack him. She has been snapped out of her contemplative state.

Liam distracts me from them when he tugs me outside and presses me to the side of the house, out of sight. "I like your skirt," He breathes and then presses his lips to mine and like that, my train of thought is gone.

I thread my fingers through his hair as his fingers run down my chest and pauses at my exposed midriff, rubbing his fingers over the bare flesh before venturing down to the hem of my skirt. He tugs at it as he nips at my lip and soon enough his tongue slithers to meet mine.

I press myself to him as his hand rests on my thigh. He smooths his hand over the skin, creating goosebumps, and then journeys upwards till I can feel his index finger on the inside of my thigh. I let out a shaky breath as he detaches his lips from mine to kiss down my neck. 

I lean my head back against wall as he continues his ministrations, closing my eyes. I feel his hot breath at my ear and he presses a searing kiss to the back of it before whispering, "Are you wearing anything underneath, baby?"

I'm appalled at the question, but find that I rather like his implication. I entangle my fingers through his hair and press my lips to his, snaking my hand up his shirt to feel the plane's of muscle. I pull back, smile at him, and I'm ready to reply but I can see Alfie's friends lurking around the corner and I groan. I quickly shove his hand out from underneath my skirt. 

"We have company." i say and gesture to the mass group of teenage boys and girls giggling at us. I roll my eyes. 

Liam looks annoyed. And sexually frustrated. "Get lost!" He commands and they flee, laughing the whole time. "Those fuckers have been doing this all day. It's like everywhere I turn, someone's just there. Watching."

"Now we'll never have privacy," I mutter and Liam attempts to pull me back into a kiss but I deflect and so he ends up kissing my cheek. He looks confused. "I'm not about to make out with you when I know their outside."

"Fine. Later tonight then?"

I roll my eyes at him. "I'm not having sex with you in a house full of teenagers, Liam." I make my way to where everyone is gathering and Liam is not pleased.

He grabs my wrist and forces me to look at him, "Really? Never?"

"Not when there's a bunch of super-hearing werewolves! That's humiliating. Jeremy will never let us live it down."

Liam groans and shakes his head but either way he grabs me from around the waist and leads us to the group, cussing under his breath the whole time. 

"Were you guys getting freaky again?" Jeremy taunts with Stella by his side. "Liam is gonna have a bad case of blue balls if you guys keep on getting interrupted," Jeremy quickly gets distracted when Alfie chimes something in and Jeremy yells, "I saw Ronnie's boobs! It was awesome!"

I'm mortified. But use to it.

          Rosalyn and Ruby finally appear once the sun has fully gone down.

She's donned in tight jeans and a spaghetti string flowly top that shows of her stomach..Two sections of her hair have been braided back while the rest of her hair rests down her back in tight curls. She is all smiles and her lips are now a glossy pink. The rest of the girls tell her that she looks beautiful and she blushes and beams and walks confidently to collect the food trays.

The guys help out and we all lug our way to where the bon fire will be held.

There are two tables that have been set up and Christmas lights that have been draped from old clothes hangers. I nearly trip over the extension cord that is powering the whole thing. Liam manages to stop me from falling flat on my face.

Before I can sit, Stella wrenches me to get food and then forces me to sit next to her, which I don't particularly mind and I quickly motion Liam over. He places an arm around my shoulder and rests the other on my thigh. I take the time to shove cookies in my mouth so that when someone attempts to socialize with me, I'm too busy chewing. 

Liam detects my plan so I help him out by shoving cookies into his mouth as well. He nearly chokes and Jeremy finds it hilarious. Stella is solemn and mildly annoyed by one of Alfie's friends advances. 

Jeremy get's a good look down Rosalyn's blouse every time she bends over to retrieve her water bottle. He's delighted.

"We brought beer!" Alfie appears with a two cases of six pack's in his hands and Marcelo tags a long behind him with some more. Everyone cheers. He passes them out but when Rosalyn turns her nose up at the beer, he retrieves colorful wine colours. "I didn't forget that you're just too classy to have a beer." He tweaks her nose and Rosalyn swats him away. Most girls collect wine coolers from him, besides Stella who pulls out her own bottle of vodka. "Shots!" Alfie declares loudly. For once Stella looks happy.

It's a flashback to the party I went to with Adam. It makes me cringe.

I've never been a fan of drinking. Nor of the effects it has on people. 

"Come on, Ronnie," Jeremy wanders over with Vodka in a plastic cup. I shake my head at the same time Liam does. 

"She's not drinking, Jeremy." Liam says and I am not even offended as he declines for me. I truly wish to not partake.

I don't mind if others drink, but I'm not up for it. 

One of the many blondes of the group turns on music and soon enough everyone is dancing. Or more like grinding on one another. 

Belle is off to the corner, staring into her cup with distaste and I watch as she tosses it over her shoulder. A guy comes over and refills it and she does the same each time. 

Rosalyn doesn't dance, but let's Jeremy keep an arm around her and laughs at her friends. Tristan is chatting with some of Alfie's friends and Alfie is trying to coax Stella into body shots. She doesn't look up to it but another girl volunteers and so soon enough Alfie is sucking a piece of lime out from the girl's lips. I'm disgusted. 

"So much for summer camp," I mutter. "This has turned into a fucking frat party."

"They're teenagers," Liam says and he acts like we aren't. "Wanna dance anyway?"

Fun is something rare in my world. So I agree. Though, to be honest, everyone around me getting drunk is not my ideal of fun.

Liam pulls me close and we fall into rhythm together. Alfie wanders over in the middle of it - still shirtless - and asks me to dance with him. Liam declines for me. I don't mind.

Eventually, I manage to detach myself from Liam and head over to the awkward blue-haired girl. I pass her water bottle and she eyes me wearily. 

"You can pretend like you have vodka in your cup," I tell her as I take a seat next to her. "Who's pack are you from, anyway?"

"Rexburg area," She mumbles, dark blue eyes meeting mine. "We are here to kill the Purgatory, right?" She asks timidly. I nod slowly. "Then why are we partying? Shouldn't we.. I dunno, planning or something?"

"Or something," I mutter. "Rosalyn suggested getting to know one another, though it seems like you guys already do." I gesture to the group of teenagers laughing. 

Belle nods. "We do. Most of us grew up together. Our packs are allies but once the Purgatory entered the area, we stopped communicating for a long time. This is one of the first times in years that we've seen each other again."

"Was it hard making the selection of who would come and who wouldn't?"

"No," She says. "Most of the kids our age are mated. We're the ones that aren't. They'd rather send the un-mated kids, you know, just in case." 

I understand what she's saying. If any of these kids are to die - that is another weight on my shoulders - their other half won't have to deal with the pain of knowing what they've lost. My stomach twists into knots, knowing that some of these kids might die fighting the Purgatory. But we have all had something taken away from the Purgatory, Belle assures me. Belle explains that her sister was taken while her mother was murdered. I'm confused at this. 

"They took your sister?" 

"Yes," Belle swirls the liquid around in her cup. "One of the guys.. I think he liked her or something. Maybe he was her mate, I'm not sure, but he took her and then he killed my mom when she tried to stop him. Another guy took one of my friends as well."

I nod, though I've never heard of that happening. "Do you think your sister is alive?"

"If she was his mate, I'm sure she is." Belle's eyes shift to the ground. "But if she wasn't, they probably... they probably tossed her around and killed her when they got bored."

"I'm sorry." It's the only thing I can think of to say. The Purgatory have hurt so many that is not a shock to hear that their mother or father was killed by them. 

"It's alright. You've never heard of girls being taken by them?" Belle asks and I shake my head. "I thought you would have. They took Stella."

I'm alarmed at this. Shocked by this. 

I seek Stella out in the crowd and she is laughing drunkenly, her head thrown back and a cup being pushed into her hands by a blonde girl. Is that why Stella was with the Purgatory? 

"You know this for sure?" I keep my eyes on Stella. I am in disbelief. 

"Stella's step-father and mother looked for her months after it happened. We thought she was dead, so it was a shock seeing her alive."

"But no one mentioned anything about it to her this morning," I blurt. 

"No one will. Stella would tear their head off. Stella has always been mean, but she's different now. Bitter, I guess. I'm not sure who she is anymore. I don't think she knows either." And with that Belle stands and dumps the cup near by. "I'm going back to the house." 

I watch her disappear into the darkness, where the Christmas lights don't reach. But I'm tempted to run after her and ask her to explain more, though  I'm not sure what else she would share. That frightens. 

I should have told her to stop talking, I think, Stella wouldn't want me to know. 

Liam joins me later on, but all I can do is watch Stella as she throws her arms over her head in a silly dance. She is happy, surely, she has never showed sadness. But then again, I had never bothered to ask her how she felt.

It makes me feel shitty. 

"Tomorrow this shit ends," Liam mumbles into my hair. "I'm going to teach these kids how to fight." I nod, glad all this will be brought to an end, but I desperately want to ask Stella something. I don't get to because Liam drags me off and tells everyone to clean up the mess before going back to the house. That night, as I settle down to go to bed, I wonder about Stella. About the trails she has faced. It seems everyone has secrets. Secrets that are all secretly eating us away.

           Everyone is hungover the next morning. For once, the girls are not all done up but rather they topple their messy hair into buns and refer to sweats. Advil gets passed around. 

Rosalyn, Belle, Liam, and I are the only one's that hadn't got drunk last night. I am glad I avoid peer pressure. 

"It feels like I got hit over the head with a fucking hammer," Jeremy mutters as she clutches at his head. The rest of the teenagers groan in agreement and Mr. Farley drags Liam off to discuss that he doesn't think he should allow the kids to drink anymore. I tune out of listening when Liam starts to talk about training and turn to Jeremy.

"Maybe you shouldn't have drank so much, Jer Bear," I tease as tug at his hair. He swats my hand away. 

"That's what I told him," Rosalyn chirps as she sits down with a glass of orange juice and thrusts two tiny pills into Jeremy's palm. He groans in thanks.

I peer over at Alfie who has his hands buried in his hair and seems to be annoyed with his friend who rambles onto him. I recognize him as the guy who was sitting next to Stella.

"I'm telling you, Alfie, that chick is crazy."

"What'd she do?" Alfie mutters, though he doesn't look very interested.

"I don't know, she was rambling on about stupid shit and then I tried to kiss her and she freaked out. Started screaming at me and she tried to push me into the lake. She was leading me on the whole night."

"Maybe she's a lesbian." Alfie says with a shrug and the guy agrees. I roll my eyes. If I was that girl, I wouldn't have wanted to kiss him either.

Belle joins us at the table later. She looks troubled as she peers at the table filled with food. Picking what you want to eat is quite troubling, I suppose. "Hey Belle," I greet. She gestures me off to the side while biting her lip. 

She takes me to the door, grasping my forearm tightly. Her blue eyes are shifting all over the place. "Stella didn't come back last night," She tells me and my heart drops into my stomach. 

"What?"

"I looked for her this morning. She's not anywhere in the house. And none of the girls have seen her since last night." Belle stutters and I realize her hands are shaking as she runs a hand through her hair. "She was with Kev. Alfie's friend, that's what Mona told me." 

Alfie's friend was talking about Stella. 

I quickly interrupt Liam's conversation with his father and tell him. He looks appalled but tell's me to look for her with Belle while he let's everyone know. I grab Belle and we venture out to the bon fire, but she's not there. Only empty cups and discarded food. I am starting to panic.

"Stella!" I'm screaming her name, running around the area and to the hills so I can get a broad view but I don't spot my dark-haired friend anywhere. "Are the keys still on the rack?" I ask Belle and she informs me that she doesn't know, by now, the other teenagers have wandered out. I quickly ask one of them to check and the car keys are indeed still there. "Where the fuck is she?" I mutter this under my breath the whole time and Liam commands everyone to start looking. 

I pull Alfie's friend to the side and points me in the direction of the lake and I am off running. As I near closer, I don't see her around the edges, but I leer closer to the water and catch sight of dark hair. Half of Stella's body is in the water. 

"Stella," I breathe. "Guys! She's over here!"

I nearly fall into the water myself as I lug her out but some of the guys help me pull her back up. She's cold and clammy and her eyes aren't opening as I shake her. I place her into my lap and smooth back her wet hair. Her pretty dress is ruined and so is her makeup. Now all that's left is dark streaks down her cheeks, as if she had been crying.

Stella shivers and open her eyes at me and I clutch to her tightly, holding her head in place. "What happened Stella? What happened?"

"He did that to me," She whispers and I can tell she is hung over as she squints at the harsh sunlight, but either way, she continues to spew. "He did that to me. He did that to me." 

And - I kid you not - Stella's eyes are glassy. She shakes and Identify it as silent sobs. I am furious and I seek Kev out in the crowd. "Hold her," I pass her over to Belle and Rosalyn, who gently rocks the small girl. There is no smart remark from Jeremy, who also rubs Stella's shoulder.

"What did you do to her? Why the fuck was she in the lake?" I ask Alfie's friend who seems just as confused. 

"She was screaming at me, telling me to get away from her, and she fell in and I left and-" I cut off his rambling when I wind my fist back and ram it into his nose. I hear a satisfying crunch and blood gushes out. The girls scream and Alfie wrenches me back, fearing I might do it again.

"You son of a bitch!" I shout, "You left her in a fucking lake while she's drunk off her ass? She could have drowned! She could have died!"

The guys drag Alfie's friends back to the house, to get his nose checked out and I quickly return to Stella, demanding that we get back inside. And we do. The girls and I slip her into more comfortable clothes and dry her hair, but Stella is still shaking and Kev's nose is still bleeding by the time I see him again. I'm happy.

"This ends tomorrow!" Liam yells at everyone once we have gathered back together. "No drinking, no fucking around. You guys came here to kill the Purgatory. Not to throw parties."

"Liam-" Rosalyn begins but he cuts her off.

"Shut the fuck up, Rosalyn. This was your idea so this is your fault. I'm in charge from now on and you listen to what I say, got it? No more of your fucking ideas."

"I didn't-" Liam shushes her with a glare and I cradle Stella close, wondering what Kev did to her. Or whoever 'he' is to be honest.

When I lay her back down to sleep, she repeats it again, "He did this."

"Kev?" I ask softly.

She shakes her head. I clutch her tighter.

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NOT EDITED! I DON'T WANT TO SEE COMMENTS CORRECTING ME, I KNOW.

That was a whirl wind. A night that looked to be going good ended up going sour. What a surprise! Not. :P

In this chapter, Ronnie's like, "Don't be fucking with my click, click, click,.." lolol.

So, in this chapter, it revolves around Stella a little more and what her past is because, essentially, Ronnie does not know her back story. No one does, really, but now we know Stella did not join the Purgatory willingly. Neither did Belle's sister.

You don't need to really worry about any of these new characters - only take note of Rosalyn, Alfie, and Belle, they're the important one's - everyone else is just.. there, lol. 

If you read the first book, then you'll know Ronnie talks about the woman who are involved with the Purgatory. It is not good news. Any guesses on what happened to Stella?

I was going to post another chapter today but ehhh, this is really long so I don't yet but we'll see.

Until next time,

- CeCe,