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Chapter 31
JADE
Clowns. I fucking hate them. Creepy clowns named Bubbles who show up to kids birthday parties with their stupid magic tricks, killer clowns who lure children into sewers with red balloons, and even the psychotic criminal masterminds, who despite looking badass, are still the source off my nightmares. They scare the shit out of me, yet here I am running straight into their threshold. That’s how much I need to get away from the true monsters that keep showing their faces.
He’s not going to prom with the likes of you. Not if daddy has anything to say about it, and you know when it comes to these boys, daddy’s word is the law.
Fucking bitch. God I hate her.
Everything about the stuck-up, pompous princess irks me to my core. Even if she didn’t have her eyes set on my man, there’s no way we’d ever get along. I don’t like fake and this bitch is damn near plastic.
Sebastian assures me every day that he has no interest in her, claims she’s old news and has been disregarded like the unwanted trash she truly is. Yet when it comes down to it, when she’s standing before us spewing her venom and trying to get a rise out of me, he doesn’t do shit about it. How am I supposed to trust him if he never shows me that what we have is real?
I’ve never been one for labels, hell I don’t think I’ve ever had an actual boyfriend, but baby daddy doesn’t have the same ring to it. He’s never proclaimed what we are to one another, other than claiming I’m his, but frankly that’s just to keep others like Liam away. I’m not asking him to put a ring on it, but I’d like to know if this, whatever we have, is the real thing.
Because right now, as I creep through the Hill Town Fun House, nothing feels real.
Distorted mirrors, shifting floor boards, dark corridors, and spine-chilling cackles at every turn. This is my nightmare come to life. I’ve been running in circles for over fifteen minutes, and of course like in every scary movie, my phone has no fucking service.
“Where is everyone,” I murmur, into the darkness, feeling droplets of sweat dripping down my chest. There was a long line wrapping around the outside when I cut to the front, but now there isn’t another soul in sight. This is not good.
An eerie sensation crawls over my skin, raising the hairs on my back as the lights suddenly flash on before shutting back off again. They incessantly flicker on and off, as carnival music begins to play from the speakers above. “This isn’t funny,” I yell, my frightened voice echoing in the distance. “Please turn on the lights, I can’t find my way out.”
A sinister cackle rings loudly in my ear as a gust of wind blows through the air vents almost knocking me on my ass, the floor beneath me shifting just like those revolving staircases in Harry Potter.
“No need to be frightened, this is all just an illusion” a distorted voice calls out from the speakers above. At least I think it was from the speakers.
“Okay then turn on the lights!” I cry out, suddenly more afraid than anxious. I’ve never been afraid of the dark, usually bask in it, but something about this situation is making me extremely claustrophobic.
“Why don’t we play a little game of cat and wolf, it’s one I made up just for you little girl. You are the kitty and I’ll be the big bad wolf,” the voice shrieks, sounding dangerously close by, “better run and hide,” they whisper, as a hot mouth breathes against my neck.
That does it. I run as fast as I can away from the voice behind me, crashing into everything in my way. “Here kitty, kitty,” he calls out. I run with nowhere to go, tripping over one of the raised floorboards and landing on my hands and knees.
“Fuck,” I curse out in a muffled whisper, grabbing my knee and wrapping my hand over a large scrape, wetness coating my hands. I’m bleeding great. I crouch down, crawling toward a large pillar covered in foam spikes, and move behind it to hide, hoping whoever is after me passes me with ease.
“Come out, come out wherever you are,” the eerily dark and familiar voice calls out. A strange chill comes over me, like someone is watching from nearby when suddenly strong hands grip my shoulders pulling me to stand, my knees buckling as I step, applying pressure on my ankle and making me wince in pain.
“Shit, let go of me,” I cry out, as my attacker tightens their hold on me.
“There you are,” the man calls out as the lights flash on, bringing me face to face with sinister eyes that have appeared in more than one of my recent nightmares. “Well hello there darling.”
My heart begins to thump fiercely, my stomach churning in fear as I stare at the sick pervert who’s garnered an unhealthy obsession with me in recent months. “What the hell do you want now Skeet?” I ask, spitting out at him, my saliva coating his scarred face.
“Oh nothing, just to see how my favorite girl is doing,” he mocks, both he and his friend, who appears at his side, chuckling loudly. “Nah, I’d have come to you sooner if he’d allowed it, but Boss Man says I got to keep away from you. Frankly I just think he doesn’t want to share you with us.” Skeet’s eyes roam over my body, a manic and lustful look in his eyes as he sees me, covered in my own blood. He licks his lips, making my stomach churn in disgust.
“I’m not his to fucking share, you asshole! Tell him that I’m nothing to him, and he better stay the fuck away from me. All of you.” I instantly regret my remark when Skeet steps forward, bending down to grab my knee, his fingers digging their way into my cut, making me cringe in pain, before bringing his blood coated fingers to his mouth to suck. “Why don’t you tell him yourself, little girl.”
I swear the temperature of the room drops into the negatives as the sanctimonious leader of The Order struts toward me appearing from behind the distorted mirrors. They were in here this whole time, waiting to strike, surely laughing at my attempts to escape, and watching me go into full blown panic mode when I realized there was no way out.
“We meet again Jade Wolfe.” The way Kane Dalton utters my name, in his smooth and silky staccato should sound alluring, yet coming from his pious lips it sounds like a sugar-coated insult. As always, he’s elegantly dressed, his entire outfit costing more money than I’ll probably ever see in my lifetime. Though on him it just looks overly pretentious, like he purposefully wears it just to show how much he has. Sorry Kane, I’m unimpressed. I rather my men wear sweatpants or low-rise jeans.
“What did I do in my past life to warrant so many run-ins with you?” I scoff, turning away from him, trying my hardest to avoid eye contact with his intense cat-like-eyes.
“Surely something sinful. After all, we don’t keep meeting because of who you are dear, it’s those you surround yourself with who are the problem. I’m just here to guide you down the correct path.” He crosses his arms over his chest, his knuckles, covered in silver rings and tattoos, wrap around his bulging biceps, the shimmering diamonds on his Rolex blinding me. I notice the word ORDER is tattooed on both of his knuckles.
“Hah,” I chuckle, rolling my eyes at his self-righteous attitude, “Down the sacred path...”
“Down the path of least resistance.” He corrects me, looking behind me toward Skeet’s friend, signaling for him to release me. The fucker does, letting me go and dropping me down to the floor as I lose my balance, wincing in pain.
