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Chapter Twelve: Sadistic Smirk

"You think I'm gonna wear that, no way!" I shout at Dale as he goes threw the large walk-in closet, all he's picked out is short dresses that don't cover up anything. Nobody is going to see me that way until I have a ring on my finger. That's for sure.

Groaning in annoyance, I lean back onto the comfortable bed. Soon, he walks out of the closet with a black dress with spaghetti straps, that covers up more than the other dresses.

"This is the last dress. So you've got to say yes to this one." He says with a smirk on his face, thinking he's won me over. Rolling my eyes I try thinking of how I can make this work.

The light bulb soon is bright as an idea forms in my mind. Snatching the dress out of Dale's hand, I look threw the closet a few times before I found what I'm looking for. Dale stands behind me and nods his head quickly. A giggle escapes my lips, walking into the bathroom I lock the door. Just in case.

Quickly changing into what I've picked out and the black dress, a grin forms on my face. I've never dressed like this, I've never felt this way. The feeling of looking nice, is strange and different. I've never thought that looking this way is ever possible for me. The grin doesn't vanish as I walk out of the bathroom to find Dale laying on my bed.

He sits up quickly and looks over at me, Dale's eyes turn into the size of golfballs. His mouth is slightly agape as he stares intensely at me. Becoming insecure, my hair falls onto my face while I look at the floor. He chuckles at my reaction, hearing his footsteps near me a finger is lightly placed under my chin. Slowly my head is moves up causing my eyes to connect with Dale's dark brown eyes. We both just stare at each other, I don't know how long we've been doing it but our moment stops as a knock is heard from the door. We both back away from each other, a small layer of blush forms onto my cheeks. My hair covers my face again trying not to show the pinkness on my face.

The door creeks open to reveal Marcus standing there in a black muscle shirt with jeans. He looks over at me, soon having the same reaction as Dale. His eyes wide as his mouth is agape. Standing there again, embarrassed Dale clears his throat and goes to leave the room. Shoving Marcus out of the room they both leave, a large breathe escapes my lips.

Sitting on the comfortable bed, my thoughts consume me. Am I doing the right thing? Should I take this opportunity to run away and go back to a normal life? But they know where I live, they know I'd go back home. Would they hurt Jasper if I did? Would I ever have a normal life? Will I ever go back home? Will I be staying here for the rest of my life? Am I having weird dreams because I'm so paranoid? My fingers start to shake from all this anxiety and worry, I hear my heart as it beats faster and faster. Running over to the black bag Dale brought from my house, my fingers grasp the ukulele, this was one way I use to deal with anxiety and stress. Just playing the ukulele.

Trying to stop myself from stressing out my fingers strum the cords of the small wooden instrument over and over again. Sitting back onto the bed, I resume what I was doing. The soft melody fill my ears with pleasure, strumming the cords is one thing that relaxes me. Just sitting here with my eyes closed, strumming and listening is the way I escaped stress for years.

I stopped for a while thinking my anxiety was gone, but after my parents died the anxiety came back twice as big. But I chose not to play for some odd reason.

Feeling the dark cloud of stress leave my veins, power soon replaces it. My decisions have been made, I won't runaway. I need answers and I need them now.

Taking a deep breath my eyes snap open when a footstep is heard from behind me. In the corner of my eyes, Jacob stands in the doorway with his hands behind his back. Laying the instrument lightly beside me, I stand up and walk over towards the closet for my shoes. Knowing it's time to leave I put the black converses on and stand by Jacob. He looks at my outfit closely, nodding his head we both walk out of my room.

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Darkness surrounds me as I can hear the tires zoom across the road. They had to put a blind fold over my eyes because they don't want me to know the location of where we are. Sitting between Dale and Jacob is kinda awkward. How do you know it's Dale and Jacob, you ask? Well because they both talk about random things between each other. One voice comes from one side of me then the other voice comes from the other side of me. Soon, the sound of Jacobs deep voice fills my ears again.

"You're going to get my other ring back, there is a room down the hall to the left on the second floor, it's filled with glass cases. Each one of them holds expensive antiques. In one of those glass cases is a ring that is like mine, but it's blood red with a lion on it. Do you understand?" He states, understanding the mission at hand I nod my head. Not knowing what to say the awkward tension fills the car again.

Soon, the vehicle comes to a stop as the sound of a bass vibrates the car. The sound of cheering and and teenage voices slowly enter my ears. Anxiety slowly creeps its way into my thoughts, my hands shake again but I don't allow it to take over. I won't let it. I have to do this, there is no option, there is no way out of this. Breathing in and out, anxiety leaves telling me it will soon come back.

The blind fold comes off, my eyes adjust to find a large house with flashing neon lights streaming out of the windows. Cars are parked everywhere, sober and drunk teenagers are scattered everywhere. Some making out, some just hanging out and some are dancing. But then I realize, I'm at Coles house.

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The bass of the music shakes the floor like a earthquake, cups are held up in the air as people dance. Flashing lights come from everywhere, shouts and cheers are heard. I can't look at everything thing at once, everybody is filled with energy either from the cup or they're just an energetic person. Hiding and looking around for this room is hard, I don't want Cole to find me here. I've been worrying if Jasper decided to return with his demons to party. But I can't worry about that right now, I need answers to return to home.

Bumping into people here and there, a small apology is heard from me as I walk around like a lost puppy. Not looking where I'm walking my body comes in contact with another, they're very tall and muscular. Gulping down my fear, my eyes travel up to connect with dark sadistic brown eyes.

"Well hello there." He says with a dangerous smirk on his face, knowing this guy is trouble anxiety grabs me and hugs me while I stand there frozen in my spot. The man has dark brown and mesmerizing brown eyes. He steps closer and closer but before he can lay a hand on me, I already high tailed out of there. Jogging up the stairs, his stare lingers on my back. Not liking the feeling of it, my heart beats faster and faster from worry. Pushing people out of my way, I reach the end of the hallway of the second floor. Pushing the door to the left open, glass cases are sitting all around the room. Nobody is in this room, fortunately. Slamming the door shut, hoping that strange man is gone I turn on the light to try to find the ring Jacobs needs so badly.

Groaning in annoyance I quickly look around the room, the wooden floor creeks under the weight of me as my eyes look closely at the antiques.

Some of them are notes that were written during war for a soldiers wife, some are pictures of family's standing in front of their homes holding each other. So many memorizes are held in these objects, to other people it's just junk. But to me it's someone's life held in a small object. You don't know the pain of what that person has been through. That's what my father taught me, everything is worth something.

Everything is valuable.

But my eyes soon connect to the special jewel I'm here for. Like Jacob said, it's almost exactly like his. The color of the ring is a blood red color and a lion is shown in the middle of it. The rest of the ring is a metallic silver color, my mouth is agape as I look at it. It's such a beautiful ring, opening the glasses case easily my fingers grasp the old ring. A smile form onto my face, with this ring I'll get my answers. Turning off the light I open the door back up. The stressful atmosphere returns, how could anybody like party's? They're so much stress and anxiety.

Leaving the room quickly, I squeeze my way through sweaty bodies of the people that fill up the small space of the hallway. But as I near the end of the hallway, the man from a moment ago stands there with his arms folded and that sadistic smirk on his face.

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