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It was one in the morning, we were all thirsty, but most of all, we needed another hit. However, Rob kept insisting that, if we waited for another thirty minutes, the sacrifice would be all worth it. Apparently, we were going straight to the source of the mega-powdery-goodness.

After that Sunday game night, I had been inseparable from these two. It was refreshing because they didn’t take anything seriously. They were easygoing and stress-free. My over-thinking self mixed with these carefree souls had taught me how to be young and free, too.

When we arrived at the massive compound three hours later, Rob wasn’t joking when he said we were going to get spoiled with whatever we wanted. The owner’s name was Sean, and he was only a few years older than us. He had started his “empire” when he was about sixteen. With an abundance of cash and after making friends with the wrong crowd, he immediately thought that this particular business would suit him both ways. He had a constant flow of money without asking for his parents’ help and an endless supply of beautiful hanger-ons that were gorgeous but needed someone who could provide for their notorious habit.

An hour in, I had never felt such a strong effect. The burn, as I called it, was smooth, and the feeling… it was incandescent. The supply was handed out everywhere with waitresses that had a cup filled with a straw-shaped tube that were gold-plated, and they gave these little, miniature spoons that were also gold-plated and a gold-plated square dish. They also provided a rectangular, gold card that had the money symbol on it to line the snow. The best thing about it was the guests could freely take these items “gold-digger” style. It was a joke Patrick had lamely made up. It was lame, but we ended up laughing anyway.

I felt like I was on top of the world. I knew my actions were reckless, but I just needed a small breather then I promised myself to properly figure out what I wanted to do from there on.

Smiling, I stood up to excuse myself to hunt down the nearest bathroom as I grabbed my champagne off the table. Sipping the cold fizz, I strolled to the other end of the open garden party to head towards the main house. By the time I crossed the brightly lit pathway, I was already finished with my glass.

My jazzy mood took a horrendous turn when someone wrenched my arm before I smashed into their chest as he covered my mouth. Noting from the body frame that was holding me from behind, I could tell the man was somewhat skinny, but apparently, he had enough strength to hold me down because he was so strong I could barely yank his hand away from my mouth.

I tried to scream, kicking him with my heels, however he merely laughed at my attempt.

“Don’t peep a sound, baby girl. I promise to take good care of ya’.”

Oh, God. What was going to happen to me?I hoped someone would come and get me, but the house was so humungous that only a certain part of it that held the party had a crowd. The rest had not one soul in it.

Was I going to get killed?The thought entered my mind.

Then I remembered…

The black casket…

It won’t be Edith after all,I remembered thinking before I felt something hard crush the back of my head.

CHAPTER65

Grey

“Where are you going?”

I sighed as I closed my eyes a bit, hoping Edith would stop questioning every move I made. “Outside. I need some fresh air and a smoke.”

Walking towards the garden, I strode to the hammock and pulled out a pack before picking one out of the bunch, sliding it in between my lips and lighting it up as I stared into the dark sky.

It had been four nights since I had seen Olivia. The thought of not seeing her and not having to touch her was going to be a struggle. I had been checking my phone, hoping she’d change my mind. I’d been tempted to drive out and see her, or even call Jet and ask him if she was okay since those two apparently hung out often, but I was too embarrassed to ask, especially with how I had reacted like a little bitch when I saw them dancing together.

When my father brought it to my attention that he was planning to ask her to stay when she came back from Sydney, I was so against it he had to give me a good, long lecture about thinking of Laura first. Boasting and moaning about my feelings for Olivia wasn’t my thing, but I knew my father was aware that I loved her in the beginning then that love turned into hate. Having her back here, even though Laura and Olivia didn’t live in the same house, had brought a noticeable change to Laura; it was definitely improving her spirits. Dad stepped up his game, too, giving her more attention than he ever gave any woman in his life.

So attentive that, in fact, they just left two days ago for a three-week vacation in Barbados. He wanted to be alone with her, and hopefully the tranquility of the island would give her inner peace and she’d soon fully recover. It was funny to see how my father acted when in love. I never thought it would happen since he was always so detached and busy. However, he had proven me wrong.

Staring at the half-filled cigarette pack, I contemplated if I should have another one before going back inside. Edith had been extra clingy for the last month. Though her body seemed to be responding to this new way of body healing, she had been extremely emotional, demanding things that sometimes made me pause and wonder if I had done the right thing in marrying her. Our marriage was unconventional, and I only agreed to it since I wasn’t planning on getting married at all and she had a bucket list to fulfill.

Groaning as I took out another cigarette, I heard my phone blasting its ringing sound. It was Jet. Should I get it or ignore the call?

I bounced with my decision before I took it, hoping he’d called with an apology and an invitation for a party somewhere. “Yeah—”

“My bad, man. I’ve been so wasted. Is she good? I heard it was bad… really bad.”

It was either he was stoned or he was as high as a kite because this fucker didn’t make much sense to me. “Sleep it off. We’ll talk some other time.”

I was about to hang up when he yelled into the phone, hurting my ear.

“Fuck!”

I was tired and didn’t have the patience to deal with this shit tonight. “Yeah, my point exactly.”

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