2. IT IS THE MOST INTENSE CHAPTER EVA. (No, just kidding. Just gonna be awesome XD) Yeah yeah… Anyways…

Go~
Bleck gestured me to the counter. It was just him and I.

"I have to tell you something, dear." He said- a frown tugging at his lips.

"What?" I asked.

"Well… You know that I'm not your father, right? I'm not your birth father."

"Yeah, but Nassy found me when I was a baby…" I replied.

I had no clue where this was going.

"Okay then-"He looked at the clock.

It was 5:19 PM. Bleck tapped his fingers on the countertop.

"Well… When you were eight, I brainwashed you… And… I think that I should do this." He cooed.

My jaw dropped to the floor. So… he really… did?!

Bleck then looked at my head. He grabbed it and started to look through my hair. He pulled a Floro Sprout off of the back of my neck- which was torn a bit.

No wonder why I was seeing the past! H-he…

"I-I'm so sorry, Kortez… Please forgive me…"

I tilted my head. Oh dear Jades… Mr. Indigo IS my father!

I… Oh gosh… I remember when I had to go to the hospital… And when mama had Jak… Also when she had Xeena, Adam, and Vincent…

And… when I was so tiny… I was like 1"5 when I was 6! I was soooo small! And when Zero always made birthday cake for the siblings and me on our birthday!

"Daddy? Do you still love me?" I muttered, tightly hugging him.

"Of course I do, sweetheart." Bleck nodded, speaking soothingly.

After a few moments of silence, he broke it.

"I love you… So much…" He kissed my forehead.

"Daddy... I-"

The door was knocked on. Bleck let out a sullen sigh and opened the door. It was Mr. Indigo… Was he coming over for dinner or something?

His eyes met mine. After a few seconds of him and Bleck talking, he approached me.

"Ellehctileavious, is this really the only way?! Please… please let me keep my baby…" Bleck tried to explain.

But… Mr. Indigo just ignored him.

Wetting his lips, he said, "Hush, Mr. Blumiere."

"What's going on here?" I asked, swallowing the lump in my throat.

Mr. Indigo grabbed my shoulders in a hug. He kissed my neck again and again and again and again.

And- you probably won't believe me- but I felt a warm tear slide off of his muzzle onto my neck. He let out a shuddered sigh- of happiness- and released me.

"Go pack your bags. You're going home, dear." He said, petting my hair.

"What's going on here?!" I repeated- raising my voice.

"Your father is taking you home… You no longer… live with us…" Bleck tried to stay calm.

"W-what?! Mr. Indigo… What are you freaking talking about?! You said TO MY FACE that you weren't my father! You… you lied to me!" I rasped, getting up.

"Listen, Xzalliff- everything is going to be fine, okay?" Mr. Indigo tried to comfort me.

I bit my lip, thinking. Remembering… remembering… remembering…

"Tha-that's what you said the day that you started to BEAT ME! And you left me at a freaking BAR when I was EIGHT! That's what you told me that day! And that's what you told mama when you let her get on drugs when she was pregnant with me! And that's what you told Fear when you broke every bone in his body! I WAS THERE. You said that you loved me… And look where we are now!" I yelled angrily.

"Xzalliff- settle down-"

"I… I HATE YOU! AND I ALWAYS WILL! YOU'RE EVIL! And… I'm ashamed to call you my father… Since you were my everything… You were my role model… And… now that I'm big enough to realize what you really are… I hate you… So much… You deserve to die!" I looked at him- tears filling my eyes…

I ran to my room and slammed the door shut. I hate him… He's not a good father… Bleck is… Bleck is my daddy… Bleck is my daddy… Bleck… is my daddy…

My door was knocked on. Dear Jades I hate my life! I hate it! I HATE IT!

Father entered my room, sitting on my bed.

"Listen to me…" He kissed my hand.

"No-"

"Hush. Now… I am your father. Like it or not. And I am taking you back with me. I could care less if you scream or cry. But… You know what? I love you. And… that's all that matters." Father cooed.

I was silent.

"You don't love me. You just… You're using me… for something… And I'm not going home with you." I strived to keep the tears from coming- but they had to come out of my eyes.

Father took my hands.

"Do not cry, dear... You'll thank me for this… One day. Now I'll pack your bags. You go say goodbye to your loved ones."

I grunted. This isn't fair!

Bleck put his arms around my neck- giving me a hug.

"Kortez… This may be the last time that we'll see each other. But… I'll miss you every day of my life. I love you so much…" He muttered.

I let out a sullen sigh. My life is crap. Ugh.

"Daddy… Why… Why did you just tell me today? And why is he taking me?" I asked.

"I don't know, sweetie… I don't know…" He replied.

When father walked back into the room, the tears flew. Out of anger, depression, and sadness.

"And… You're seriously going to let him take me?! That monster?!" I yelled as father put his arms around my shoulders.

"I… I have to… He has your birth certificate… X-Xzalliff…" Bleck seemed ashamed.

"Don't call me that, Daddy! I'm not Xzalliff- I'm Kortez! Please, Daddy! Can't you do anything about this?! I don't wanna live with him!" I looked up at father- then returned my eyes to Bleck.

"No… He'll take me to court if I keep you…" Bleck replied.

"SELFISH! You care about yourself more than your daughter- errr… um… foster-child… thing…" I whispered.

"No, no, Kortez-"

"I think that we should be going, dearest. Apparently this is going to turn into a fight… And my wife has dinner on." Father nodded, taking my hand.

I sighed.

"Father… Is there any other way?" I sniffed.

"No. You are my daughter. And you will come home with me. Now, I bid you farewell, Mr. Blumiere." Father nodded.

"Daddy! I love you…" I mumbled.

"I love you too, Kortez."

At the house~

Father brought my suitcase in. Uncle Skrap was sitting on the couch- watching the science channel.

"Oh, hi dearie!" He smiled.

I set my jaw angrily and walked up the two flights of stairs to my bedroom. In black paint said "Xzalliff" on the door. It had a silver knob, as well. I opened it to see dark purple walls, a black queen-sized bed, two black nightstands, two black and white-striped lamps placed on them, dark wood flooring, black curtains on the huge window- that had a view of the garden, a bench made into the wall in front of the window- which had a red cushion with black and white pillows, a black desk, a purple swivel chair, a red garbage can under the desk, and a white plush futon. Oh, and there was a glass TV stand with a HUGE flat screen TV on it.

"Uh… wow…" I thought out loud.

There were three more doors… I wonder….

I opened the first door- which had a silver doorknob. It was a bathroom! NO WAY! I had my own bathroom! I must've forgot about it. Come to think about it- I remember it now! Oh yeaaah! Now I remember. Yay.

It had red walls...it was more of a deep scarlet. Cool! And it had a bathtub! MY VERY OWN BATHTUB. Yes! It had black and silver curtains. Also, there was a note on the sink that read: Yes, Xzalliff, this is your own bathroom.

Awesome! Now I wouldn't have to worry about Dimentio flipping in the shower while I was taking one! And this bathroom had a lock on the door! There was a window above the sink. It let in an abundant amount of natural light- since it was sunny today.

I left my bathroom and opened the second door- which was a set of French doors in fact. It was a HUGE closet. Err- my huge closet. It had a long mirror, a shiny black clothing chest with silver knobs, wall shelves, a rack for my coats and jackets, a black rug, a shelf for my necklaces, bracelets, and belts, a soft purple chaise lounge chair, a small glass cabinet that had various colors of shades inside of it, and a humungous arched window. It had iron bars on it. It was so cool!

Dude. That is a great closet. Oh, the walls were light gray. I walked out of it- into the third room.

Oh sweet Jades. I HAD MY OWN LOUNGE. THAT'S SO AWESOME! As if my room wasn't awesome enough! It had a circular white rug on the black-tiled floor, yet another flat-screenTV that was sitting on a white TV stand, a heck-lot of gaming consoles, a SHELF full of video-games, a computer desk with a desktop computer on it, a red couch in front of the TV, and a white bookshelf- with two round purple chairs next to it. And it had a big window with a great view of the garden- ALSO the room had a coffee table/storage unit that had a bunch of blankets in it.

Wow. Just… wow.

I can't wait until L and I can play video-games in here- oh… I can't see them again…

I sighed heavily. Regardless of my kick-butt room, I'm still sad. I mean, no more movie nights with O'Chunks and L. No more awkward conversations with Bleck before I go on dates with Doopliss. No more Christmas Eve cookie decorating showdowns. No more Chains and Dementia. No more goodnight kisses from Bleck- which is very juvenile, yes, but I loved it. No more making Halloween costumes with Mimi. No more Nassy. No more O'Chunks. No more Mimi. No more Mr. L.

And… No more Bleck.

I walked out of my lounge. I then crashed on my bed.

My door was knocked on.

"Xzalliff? May I come in?" Father asked softly.

"Mmm hmm." I replied, sitting up.

He put my suitcase in the floor.

"Do you like your room?" He smiled.

Father sat down next to me.

"Yeah… It's pretty cool…" I whispered.

"Thanks to my money, your mother, Skrap, Fear, and I- this happened. I thought that you would like it." He nodded.

"Dinner is in five minutes… You should go and get washed up."

"I'm not hungry… But… uh… Thanks anyways." I muttered, rubbing my left arm.

"No- I insist. It is in your honor tonight, anyways. I'll put your clothes in your drawers while you do that." He said.

I nodded. I went to my bathroom and washed my hands. I really didn't want to go to dinner. I didn't want to see my siblings. I didn't want it to be in my honor.

But… whatever. I was forced to. I had to go.

When father came out of my closet, he gestured me out of my room. I felt a bit nauseous. What were my siblings going to act like? Do they talk at the table or not? How is my mother going to take me? Will she love me?

"You aren't speaking. What's wrong?" Father asked.

I shrugged.

"Oh come on. There has to be something wrong. Are you nervous?"

I nodded.

"Well don't be. It's fine."

After walking down two flights of stairs, we approached the dining room. Everyone was waiting at the table- except Skrap and some woman- most likely my mother- serving the food onto the plates.

"I'm back." Father said loudly.

"Okay, honey. Your plate is ready." The woman smiled, focusing on the plates.

When she looked at me, her eyes sparkled.

She was wearing a very dressy blue shirt and dark denim jeans. One of her pupils was yellow- while the other one was green. Her eyes were dusted with lavender eye shadow while they were covered in eyeliner and her glasses. She had yellow skin, a green head, and shoulder-length pink hair with bangs that was in curls. Also, she had bright white horns. One was hid by a blue polka-dotted bow. She was SUPER tall. Taller than father- in fact. She was 7"4 and father was 7"2.

"Xzalliff, sweetie. Your seat is right over there- right next to your father and Skrap." She smiled- trying to talk over the noise of all of the other conversations.

I nodded and walked over to my seat. When I sat down, all eyes were on me.

Father tapped his knife on his wine glass.

"Attention, attention, please." He announced.

The room grew silent.

"Thank you. Now, for the people who do not know, this is Xzalliff." He said.

"Go ahead, stand up."

So, I stood. I blinked and looked at all of the siblings. Wow. There were so many…

"What's up with the neck stitches?" One boy smirked.

My eyes grew wide with embarrassment.

"I… uh…" I muttered.

Skrap looked up at me with sympathy.

"Shut up, Lou!" Skrap hissed.

The boy snickered.

"Anyways… She is your sister… She's almost sixteen- and she's new to this house. Since… she went… err… missing almost eight years ago. Adam, Xeena, Vincent, Jak- you probably do not remember her. Lou, Riley? Do you?" Father asked.

"I'm sure that I don't." The boy that asked me a question said.

"Mmm… Xzalliff… Doesn't ring a bell." A girl shrugged.

"Well then. I guess that this family has some catching up to do. Am I right, Xzalliff?" Father grinned.

He took a sip of his wine.

"So. What did you do after we… lost you?" He asked.

"You mean… After you carelessly left me at a bar when I was a child?" I growled.

Mama's face went completely pale. She looked mortified, ashamed, mad, sullen, and depressed at the same time.

I crossed my arms stubbornly.

"Xzalliff- we've been over this. I was drunk-"

"Exactly. You were drunk." I nodded- not knowing where the heck I was going with this.

Father's smile died down a bit.

"But I still loved you."

I was silent. Anger was building up in the back of my throat.

"How could you have loved me? I mean, you left me there. You seriously left me. You got in your vehicle and left your eight-year old daughter at a bar. A bar." I said calmly- tilting my head.

"Like I said, Xzalliff. We have been over this." He proclaimed firmly.

I was angry. Very angry.

"And, Mama…" I shifted my gaze to her.

"Did you care about me that night? I mean, you had to be drunk also to forget about me." I continued- my eyes twitching.

"I… I'm sorry, Xzalliff… I really am-"

I stood up. I looked at father- then at mama.

"Well maybe… Just maybe you should've looked for me after you two had your millionth hangover, you two should've came and looked for me! But no! You guys just sat there! You didn't care! So don't you dare tell me that you loved me! And did I mention that that was a few days after you ABUSED me, Father?!" I yelled angrily.

I then stormed out of the sliding doors- into the garden.

Inside~

"What is she talking about, Daddy?" Xeena asked.

"She's just… She's just tired… That's all." Ellehctileavious sighed.

"Dad… Y-you abused her?! Why didn't you tell me this? Are you going to abuse me, too? Huh?" Zasamous snapped.

"No- Xzalliff is lying, okay? She's just trying to get attention…" Ellehctileavious barked, slamming his fist down on the table.

"Settle down, honey. She'll come back inside. Give her some time, dearest. She's a girl. She's emotional."

"Sey, eiteews tub sehs eht Octaveyell... Uoy tsuj tno'd dnatsrednu... Hab..." Ellehctileavious growled.

"Ellehctileavious... Tsuj hsuhs. Ehs tnseo'd wonk tuoba siht parc. M'i gniog ot og teg reh ni a wef setunim. Elttes nwod." Skrap nodded.

"Okay then." Ellehctileavious returned to the language of English again.

In the garden~
I walked around and looked at the garden. Everything in it was dead. When I used to live here, everything was alive. But now, it's just green grass and wilted flowers.

The roses, trees, and grass are the things that grow now. The white, red, purple, and black roses are alive.

But… they'll eventually die. Winter is near. So… nothing will grow. The only thing that will grow is the hatred in my black heart for my father.

I want to go back home. I hate my father. He's a jerk. And he lies to me.

I sat down on a patch of grass. I looked behind myself to see father's study.

The study that I was curious about when I was a child. The study that I've only been in two times. The study where father reads his book…

The study that I want to go in.

So, I got up. Ever so slowly, I approached the small building. It was only the size of a medium-sized room. But it had a cellar in the bottom of it. So I guess that it could be considered to be a large building. Since mama told me that the cellar was pretty big.

When my hands touched the door to the study, I heard someone.

"Hey, if I were you, I wouldn't go in there." Skrap warned.

Good. It wasn't father.

"Oh… Okay." I turned around and walked toward him.

When I was close enough to him, he tightly hugged me.

"I know that this is different to you, Xzalliff. But you just have to listen to your father." He whispered.

"But I hate him! I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him!" I cried.

"I also know that times are tough right now, dearie. But… if your memories are traumatizing you that much, I can always erase them." Skrap kissed my forehead.

"I think that I want to keep these… but thank you." I tried to smile.

"Now, maybe you should come back inside and try again, okay? I think that you owe someone an apology-"

"I'm not apologizing to him, Uncle Skrap. I have nothing to say to him." I shook my head.

"Xzalliff- you need to. His feelings are hurt-"

"I don't care! He ripped my heart into two pieces when he took me from my family."

"Listen! Blumiere isn't your father and never will be, okay?! He never loved you… He… He brainwashed you… He was hiding you from the truth, because he was way too selfish to tell you!" Skrap barked.

"NO! He was hiding me from the truth because he loved me!" I gulped.

"Now I'm going to bed. Goodnight." I muttered, going back inside.

"Xzalliff… Please…"

When I entered, father looked at me- trying to smile.

"Night. I'm going to bed." I quietly announced- walking upstairs.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Mama asked.

"No... I'm… exhausted." I replied.

In my bedroom, I went into my closet to find a pair of pajamas. After I put them on, I got in my bed.

Ooooooh it feels good… It's so soft! Aaaah…

Losing consciousness of the world, I felt someone sit next to me.

"Who is it?" I yawned, trying to wake up.

"Father." Father smiled.

He kissed my cheek.

"I'm sorry about today. Just try to get some rest. We get tomorrow, Friday, and next week off. Remember- it's fall break." He continued.

I groaned.

"What's wrong, dear?" Father asked.

"Just get out of here. I'm trying to sleep." I barked, turning on my side.

He nodded and left the room.

I wish that he wouldn't talk to me. He's just wasting my time.

Kisses spread across my face as Slick held my hand.

"See? You didn't need him… You only need me…" Slick cooed.

"What did you do to me? What did you make me say?" I cried.

"I just made you say the truth- that's all."

"But… He broke up with me! You did this, Slick!"

"You didn't need him, anyways. You didn't love him. You love me."

"You're taking complete control over me! And I'm getting tired of it! We're over!"

"What did you just say?"

"I said that we're over, Slick. Get a life."

"You ARE my life. And you're not breaking up with me, got it?"

"I'm breaking up with you! And I-"

Slick's blue eyes flashed from blue to gold.

"You love me. You always have. And you love it when I sleep with you. And you will say nothing when I punch- or kick- you. And you will say nothing when I make you vomit." Slick said charmingly.

"I love you. I always have. And I love it when you sleep with me. And I'll say nothing when you punch- or kick- me. And I'll say nothing when you make me vomit."

Slick's eyes flicked back to blue. He put his arm around me.

"There you go. You're the perfect girlfriend,' ya know that?" He smiled.

"Mmm hmm." I sighed.

"And… Do you wanna 'go to dinner' tonight?" He grinned, putting another kiss on my cheek.

I set my jaw.

When Slick says 'go to dinner', he means: come over to my place and then I'll take you back home two seconds after your curfew.

I wanted to go so badly, but I had this weird feeling that I didn't want to. Hmm…

"Ya'know what? I really don't care what you say. You're going." Slick nodded.

Suddenly, I felt sick.

The next day~

I stretched my arms and let out a yawn. I reached out for my shades on my nightstand, then put them on.

Dear Jades I had the weirdest dream. Huh.

Anyways, the door slowly creaked open.

And it wasn't Bleck it was- oh yeaaaaah. I'm back at my old house.

"Xzalliff? You should get dressed. Breakfast is almost ready." Skrap said, turning the lights on.

"Okay, okay, okay." I yawned.

After he left, I got dressed. About that dream… That's never happened to me… so it's not a memory. And who's Slick- OH DEAR JADES.

He was my imaginary friend from when I was 7 until I was 12. Then I just forgot about him…

Oh my Jades. He's real. OH JADES. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.

Doopliss is in some trouble… oh no…

When I was 8, Slick and I promised to be a couple when I was 15- and when he was 16. And we're that age… And I told him that no matter who got in the way…

That dream was a vision. Oh no. He's coming back for me. Such a stalker. And he's not gonna stop until we're boyfriend and girlfriend… and he won't stop.

See, I made Slick to love me and be my best friend- since I didn't have any friends when I was little. AND for him to keep our promises.

For an example, he promised to protect me. And apparently, he will someday.

Back to when we were small and about the couple-scenario.

Anyways, I also said that no-matter-what, I'll never break up with him… And he will make me happy no-matter-what… Oh crap…

I'm in some trouble.

But why did he talk about sleeping with me?! I only have one person in my bed and that is ME. And ME only. I'm not going to willingly invite him into my bedroom.

Never mind that. I'm hungry. And it's breakfast time. So, I walked to the dining room.

I sat down in my seat.

"Xzalliff… you're late." Father said.

"Sorry. I probably overslept." I replied, taking a sip of my drink.

Mmm… It was so awesome.

"Blood?" I mouthed to father.

He grinned and nodded. I looked down the row of people who were eating. Only three people had blood.

Father, Skrap, and I. Skrap? Drinks blood? Huh?

"Does Skrap drink blood?" I whispered.

"Correct. He drinks from dying patients at the hospital. He also drinks bagged blood. But both of us go hunting at night for victims." Father mumbled so very quietly.

"Does the rest of the family know?" I asked.

"Nope. Not even your mother."

"Uh… wow." I replied.

And I can even speak in telepathy. You can't, but I can. Nobody in this family- except you and Skrap- knows this. Father said.

"Cool…" I muttered silently.

"Yes. It is very cool."

I took a bite of my muffin- accompanied by a swig of the delectable blood.

That night, Ellehctileavious and Skrap walked into the Octavius throne room.

Xzanis sat in his throne, Skrap sat in his, and Ellehctileavious did the same.

"Xzalliff's changes will start at twelve tonight. And remember. No matter how different she thinks that she is, or how much she hurts, don't let her commit suicide, okay? That would be bad." Xzanis laughed- but remained serious.

Ellehctileavious and Skrap nodded.

"And even if you like it or not, Ellehctileavious, she will be more powerful than you. That's just how it goes. She's the last Octaveyell, therefore she will be as powerful as I- the first Octaveyell." Xzanis replied.

Ellehctileavious grunted- but still nodded.

"Okay then. Are we clear?"

The two nodded yet again.

"Very well. You guys are dismissed."

Ellehctileavious and Skrap walked out of the throne room and went back to the house.

"Kortez? Wha? What did you say?" Doopliss asked.

"She said that she loves me more, right baby?" Slick grinned.

"Yes… Slick is the best thing that ever happened to me…" I said, hugging onto him.

"Kortez! What's wrong with you?" Doopliss freaked out- taking the shades off of my face.

"Your… Your eyes are gold! What's wrong with you? Snap out of it!" He cried.

Slick looked at my eyes. His flicked to gold again.

"She just loves me more than you! Face it, Doopliss! She doesn't love you! Not at all. She's head-over-heels for me." Slick smiled.

Doopliss put my shades back on my face. Slick kissed my neck.

"You look sick, Kortez… What did he do to you?" Doopliss asked, taking my hand.

"Come on, baby. We're missing our dinner reservations." Slick scoffed.

He pulled me from Doopliss and took me to the back of a building.

"Doopliss? What did you do to him?" I shook my head.

"What? Do you still have feelings for him?! Huh?!" Slick hissed.

Before I could reply, he shoved me onto the ground.

The next day~
I got up and walked to my bathroom. I was going to change. So, I did. But… when I looked in the mirror… I was different.

My muzzle was completely white- instead of tan. And my skin was raven black- instead of yellow. Yay! My skin matched my head color! Finally…

And before I could blink, father was in the bathroom door.

"You look beautiful, Xzalliff." He proudly said.

"Do you really think that?" I replied, examining the dark circles on the top of my muzzle.

I mean, they weren't light. The dark circles were dark purple. It looked cool, but geez! I'm getting enough sleep, am I not?
"Are you having bad dreams, Xzalliff? Nightmares, maybe? Be honest." A smirk spread across father's face.

"Yeah." I replied.

"What was it about?" His smirk turned into a grin.

"I can't tell you. Now I gotta go somewhere." I shook my head.

"Hey, hey, hey! You have to ask for permission in this house." Father barked.

"May I go somewhere?" I rolled my eyes.

"Where?"

"…The forest." I said.

"Should I believe you or not?" He laughed.

"Yes. You should. Just trust me. I have to make everything right."

At the forest~
Of course! I found it! Slick's house!

It was a REALLY old house in the middle of the forest. So, I knocked on the door.

"One second!" A voice shouted.

The door opened to reveal Slick. His fluffy hair was silver- as well as his eyes. But… he smiled when he saw me.

"Kortez Indigo! What brings you here?" His eyes slanted in some kind of dangerous curiosity.

"We have to talk." I stated.

"Okay then, sweetie. Come on in." His hair turned purple and his eyes flicked to bright blue.

I looked around. Dude! It looked like crap in here! But… it smelled like blood… There were so many people in cages… Wow…

"Why are there so many people?" I asked.

"Oh, they're my food supply. And Lucas's. Long story short, when you ditched me, he became my master and when I kill these people by drinking their blood, their soul feeds him. So yeah." Slick smiled.

He slipped his hand into mine.

"Uhh… your hand…" I mumbled.

"Don't you like it? Your hand feels so nice in mine. Like… that's where they belong, you know?" He cooed.

I shook my head.

"That's why I came here. I have to talk about your imaginary relationship with me." I said.

Slick led me to his room. Both of us sat down.

"Imaginary? This relationship is real, Kortez." He kissed my neck.

"Please don't kiss me. I'm flattered, I really am…" I sighed.

"That's why you look so cute, right? You're blushing. It's rather adorable."

"But… we can't be a couple. I'm sorry. We just can't." I closed my eyes.

"Yes we can. We can get through this, baby! Tell 'ya what. Why don't you break up with your boyfriend right now and get a head start on our relationship." Slick grinned.

"I… I just can't do that. I can't. I love Doopliss. He's been there for me and… Well… You… haven't."

"I told you to break up with Doopliss right now. Or I will." He growled.

"Slick! We can be friends-"

"NO WE CAN'T. You must be my girlfriend, okay? I've already talked to your dad about this. And he's okay with it. Now call Doopliss! Tell him that you hate him! Break his heart! Or I'll break his neck." Slick rasped.

I looked at him. What was wrong with him? He acted like he had total… control… over me… and…

Oh no. The dream is happening.

"But Slick… please… You don't understand…"

Slick pinned me down on his bed and kissed my face several times.

"You'll never find a better boyfriend than me, Kortez. And Doopliss is no good. He's waste. Don't be blinded." He whispered.

I moaned a bit.

"Shhh…"

Hours later~
I woke up. Dude. Did Slick just seriously…

I'm not going to ask. I'm going with it.

"Wake up, sweetie. We're going to see Doopliss." Slick stubbornly set his jaw.

"No! Slick! Please-"

Slick's eyes turned gold… And you probably know what that means… Dang it.

"You don't love him. You only love me. I'm the best thing that has ever happened to you. You don't love Doopliss. You hate him." Slick nodded.

When I was out of his hypnosis-like grip, I felt a bit dazed.

"What just happened?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing. We're just going to go meet Doopliss at the restaurant." Slick pulled on his trench coat.

"I… h-hate him…" I grabbed two handfuls of my hair and yanked.

"Darn it. It didn't work. Okay then. So I have to hypnotize you again." He put his top hat on his head.

I grabbed my smart phone and called father.

"Father? Yeah, it's Xzalliff- no it's not Slick! Wait- why would it be Slick? He called you two hours ago? What?!" I scoffed.

"Yes, Xzalliff. Slick is right. He really is. I mean, Doopliss isn't even your same species. And… I will choose your boyfriend- and it is Slick. I'm sorry, dear, but he's better for you." Father truly said.

"But… Daddy! I don't want to date him! I want to date Doopliss!" I cried.

"I said no. And that is final. Now your curfew is ten. Try to have some fun, okay?"

I hung up. Oh… well that didn't go as planned.

Slick grabbed me by my shoulders and kissed me on the lips.

"I'll hypnotize you when we get there." He winked at me.

Fin~
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