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CHAPTER 13:

MAKA'S P.O.V

"This should be the address. This is the address Soul said on trial. Damn, Soul, you lived big, didn't ya?" I spoke to myself quietly as I approached a large house on a hill. The house wasn't particularly different from the others in the neighborhood, but they definitely weren't what I was used to. The style was much more intricate than the apartments in my neighborhood… hell, my side of the city, really. For a family of famous, worldwide musicians, this is a little bit more toned down than I expected, but I wasn't complaining. Makes it easier for me to approach them this way.

Right, so if you couldn't already guess, I'm headed to 42 Death Hills; Soul's childhood home. Why? Well, it's simple. I'm going to talk some sense into that damn family. I know, it sounds like a stretch, but what other options do I have? If anyone can get Soul out of there, it's them. It seems next to impossible to convince such hateful people, but I had to try. I figured that maybe if I showed them the (rather interesting) information I dug up from Akane, then maybe it'd be enough to convince them. I wasn't gonna take no for an answer.

Striding with confidence, clenching the manila folder roughly in my hand, I approached the fancy, large front door and rang a doorbell that was much louder than necessary. This is gonna be rough. I doubt these people will even listen to a girl like me. I can't turn back now, though. I have to at least try. They're my only hope. Once they see these papers, they should do more than just believe me.

Before I was ready to completely compose myself, the doorknob turned with a 'clink' and a head popped out from behind it. I recognized this person right away as Wes Evans, Soul's older brother. Somehow, this gave me a little more hope, knowing I'd be speaking to Wes instead of the parents. He cocked an eyebrow at me, looking cold and demeaning; almost the opposite of Soul's lazed, cool expression.

"Who are you?" he asked in a deep, manly voice that could cut ice. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. He was much more intimidating than I gave him credit for back when he was on the stand.

"My name is Maka Albarn. I'm-."

"Oh, I remember you. You're that girl that Soul changed his plead for," he said, rubbing his eye in aggravation. I broke our gaze, looking to the ground in shame. I was still very sensitive about the topic and to say that I felt guilty seemed like such an understatement.

"Yeah… that's me… Anyway, I've come here because I need your help. I think you're the only one I can trust with this, so could we possibly talk in private?" I asked, slowly looking back up at with daring, pleading eyes. He seemed a little taken aback and he didn't answer right away. He sighed heavily and opened the door wide enough for me to walk in behind him.

"We'll talk inside," he said short and sweet. He walked deeper into the house as I walked in behind him, closing the door. I immediately followed him, completely sure that if I didn't I'd most likely get lost in such a large house. Woah, what the hell, Soul. I would've never guessed back then that this is how you lived. Why did you even bother going to a quaint school like ours then?

Wes finally took a seat on a couch in a living room that was about the same size as my own. It wasn't particularly huge which made me feel a little more at home. I scooted onto a nearby couch and placed the manila folder on the glass coffee table in front of us.

"So… why are you here?" he asked, getting straight to the point.

"I think you and I both know why I'm here," I said. I looked to and then quickly nodded my head in the direction of the folder on the table to signal him to pick it up. He acknowledged it, but made no action towards it. He linked his fingers and leaned over his knees, resting his combined hands to his lips.

"No."

"Listen, I know that this may look bad but-."

"My so-called brother steals my jewels, tries to make a move on my fiancé, hits me over the head with a violin and you expect me to bail him out? Forget it," he spoke coldly, raising his voice a little. I knew he'd be hostile towards Soul for what he believes is the truth, but if he just looked at the papers…

"I can understand how you feel about all this, but I'm telling you he's innocent. I've got the information to prove it. If you can't believe him, at least believe me."

"I don't even know you. Look, you look like a sweet girl. You should really cut your ties with my brother before you get yourself into trouble. What's done is done; it has nothing to do with you. Just go back to how things were before my brother dragged you into his mess," he said, sounding caring enough. I suppose he does have a heart. That's more than I can say for his sad excuse for parents. He's the only one who can do this. He has to agree!

"With all due respect, Mr. Wes, I'd rather not. Not after all he did for me. I couldn't possibly leave an innocent man to rot in jail like this. Please, you have to understand. Just look at the papers in that folder and I promise you won't regret hearing me out. I know you know deep down that your brother isn't this kind of guy. He's your brother!"

"Don't be a fool, he betrayed me. His own family. I'm sorry, but my answer still stands," he said, crossing his arms and boring his eyes into mine. For some reason, I grew very frustrated and angry with Wes. I stood up with a huff and I glared at him, scrunching my face up.

"Fine! If you won't let me change your mind, then maybe these will! Maybe then you'll see who the real fool is!" I said, pointing my finger at the folder. I ran out of the large house on a hill and slammed the door behind me.

I didn't realize it straight away, but trails of tears were quickly starting to stream down my face. I stopped my running after I was a good distance away from the house and my hands flew up to my face. I sobbed out of aggravation and desperation.

How could I have possibly thought that he'd listen to me?! I can't do this without their help. They are the only ones the court would really listen to! I can't just sit around and do nothing while Soul is spending a pointless amount of time in jail for a crime he didn't commit, but there's nothing I can do! Soul, damn you! Why do you have to only think about yourself?! Did you ever stop to think how I'd feel about all this?! I don't want the burden of knowing that I'm part of the reason why you're in jail for such a long time. God, you're an idiot! I hate you, Soul! ….no I don't… Damnit! I'm so confused right now! What am I gonna do now?

I did the only thing I could do. Go home and try my best to forget everything. A smoke or two will probably do the trick. Maybe not. Who cares anymore? …It's over. If Wes can't help me, then that's the end of it…

WES' P.O.V

That woman. Hmph. Is she really that stupid? What's done is done. After that girl left, slamming my door, I huffed a sigh and sat in silence for a few minutes. On the table, there was the folder that she left behind. I stared at it from the corner of my eye, running what that woman said through my head.

She said that the truth is in this folder. What on Earth could she know? What truth could she possibly know of when she wasn't even there? …Hm.

I'll admit it I was curious. My curiosity got the best of me in the end and expecting the least, I opened the folder. Inside was a stack of papers, paper clipped and documented. They LOOK real, but are they really? These documents looked like court orders, maybe a couple of transcripts… I read some of the information on them and was taken aback to put it lightly. The more I read, the wider my eyes grew and the more fuzzy my brain began to cloud over.

W-What is this…

'JULIA MATTHEWS VS. JONATHAN LIVINGSTON – MARCH 30, 2008

*Accuses Jonathan Livingston of Sexual Assault.

Matthews family pressed charges and order for Livingston's arrest March 31, 2008. Man arrested in home hours after warrant received.

Court date scheduled May 25, 2008.

MATTHEWS WINS. LIVINGSTON SENTENCED TO 28 YEARS IN STATE PRISON'

The information on the first page was almost identical to most of the papers in the folder. I lifted the stack of papers and found a few small envelopes that had been labeled by the date, case and the situation occurring. Inside these envelopes were tiny tapes and honestly speaking, I was semi-afraid to even think of what could be on them. There had seemed to be multiple cases noted down on these papers that I had never even heard of. Seems that some of these cases had been thrown out and classified to the public. Her family is rich enough to make that happen… but why? What does all this mean? What was that woman trying to tell me?

I continued analyzing each document thoroughly, reading every single contradicting note, listening to every single tape, watching every single video. The more I understood what was inside the folder, the angrier I grew and the more disgusted I became. If what's in here is true…

NORMAL P.O.V

The late hours were upon us. Wes' large, empty house grew cold and quiet after his discovery of 'the folder'. The man had not even whispered a mere squeak since Maka left as he had a lot on his mind. There was a lot that needed to be deciphered. What was he to believe, his fiance's word, or the word of a stranger who shows up on his doorstep with convincing evidence to back up her claim? To him, the latter seemed most unreasonable… but still. What he saw and what he read could hardly be ignored.

Uncut tapes of Julia's 'sexual assault' which had only proven to be regular sex tapes, audio evidence of Julia's suspicious phone calls to unknown men, her DNA documented in accusing areas of the crime scenes… There was a certain case in particular that was in that folder that Wes had decided not to touch for personal reasons. It was the case of Matthews and Evans vs. Evans. As soon as he saw the name at the top of the paper clipped stack, he quickly tossed it and its tapes out of sight. He couldn't bare to think that maybe he had been wrong about Soul this whole time. He wouldn't be able to take it if he learned that he had been the one who betrayed his brother rather than the other way around.

During those lonely hours of an unwelcoming darkness, Wes had thought… he thought, thought some more and thought until he finally cut his losses. There was only one way to really find out the truth. He knew what needed to be done and though he hated to have doubted his lovely fiancé, he needed to know. When she walks in the door, he'd confront her and record their conversation. He truly did hate to do it… so much that it brought a single tear to his eye, but if what was in that folder was the truth, she needed to be exposed and since he was the blind believer, he was the one that needed to do the exposing.

At this time, Wes was walking around back and forth all over the house. An impatient finger was tapping gently upon his lips in a fit of anxiety. The only sound that had been made was the sound of his hurried footsteps patting against the Cherrywood floor. The folder that had him act so jittery was neatly sitting on top of the island in the kitchen. Every now and then, Wes would look at the folder and the pace of his moving feet would increase. Why was he acting so strangely? It was simple. The truth was surfacing and depending on what the truth is, Wes could've been the reason his little brother is serving 36 years in prison. He could've taken his brother's life from him. Soul tried to reason with Wes; he really did. Could it be that he just couldn't choose his head over his heart? If that's so, Soul would be paying the price and Wes could not handle that.

Wes knew of Soul's troubles. Their parents had high expectations. Life came easier to Wes than to Soul and he knew that full-well. The youngest of the two constantly battled himself, trying to please his father. Why? Fear. The Evans family was not so forgiving. If Soul was not to live up to their expectations, they'd easily cast him off and disown him. Wes secretly pitied his brother's prison his parents had made for him. A prison of piano. 'Go to piano classes', 'Why are you not working on your piano skills?', 'Play the piano for us, will you?', 'You will be attending your piano classes right after school every day. That is the price for attending a public school.' That's all Wes ever heard his parents say to Soul growing up. Everything that came out of their mouth was piano-this and piano-that. Even Wes got tired of hearing the same old thing. But what could he have done? How could he have made his brother's life any easier to bear? He couldn't. The only thing Wes had ever done for him was lock him up and he fully doubted Soul would be appreciative of that.

'Soul had a life,' Wes thought. 'He had a life, a woman he loved, some friends he slowly began to open up to…' Of course, Wes knew his parents weren't very happy with Soul befriending people at his public school, but he did it regardless. He had finally learned how to not just keep to himself all of the time. He could've had a normal life. The woman of his life begged Wes to bring back the man he confiscated and what does he say? He basically tells her to get lost and do better!

Wes felt disgusting dirty. Filthy with regret and hatred for himself. For not seeing what he should've saw. For believing a woman over his own brother. For saying the hurtful things he said in court. If the truth comes out that Julia was not as innocent as she said she was, Wes means to take full responsibility and he means to fix his wrongs.

The echoing sound of a door unlocking and opening was heard throughout the house.
The clanking sound of heels indicated that the woman Wes had been looking for had finally arrived. The time of confrontation was upon him. To gather his composure, he deeply took in a breath and let it out.

"Hey, hon. You home?" the woman called out with an innocently sweet voice. Wes clenches the folder in his hand and marches down the dark hallway to the now lightened kitchen. As he stepped into the light, squinting his eyes a slight bit, he saw her standing there, looking just as precious as she did when she left that morning. Julia was setting down her pocketbook and unloading it, one thing at a time. She didn't look up at him when he walked in, so he slapped the folder down on the island top in front of her. She jumped a little from the sudden noise and her bright eyes met his. She smiled and returned to her pocketbook.

"Oh, hey babe. What's that? More work stuff?" she asked, not seeming very interested. In truth, she wasn't. Would you take her for much of a business woman? Probably, but not when it counts most. Wes narrowed his eyes and answered in a raspy, deep voice.

"In a way. A girl just came in to speak with me about my brother's case that's just been closed." Wes crossed his arms and leaned on top of the island, closer to her. The topic brought Julia's attention back to Wes, but not in the way that he had hoped. Her expression was visibly shocked and concerned, but it quickly contorted back into a weird, awkward smile that made the both of them feel a little on edge in their own ways.

"Okay? And what happened?"

"Well, she came in… begged… PLEADED, even. She wanted to get Soul out of jail. Said something about needing my help. Said he was actually innocent, but you know what I said. I told her, 'hell no'. She ran out of here in tears and left me with this folder," he explained with a hint of attitude. Seeing Julia's unsure expressions made him angry. Peeved even. He thought that after seeing her reaction, there was no way that Maka had to have been wrong about her claim. He needed to know for sure though, so if he had to play it the hard way, so be it.

Wes stared Julia down hard and that only caused her to break even further under the pressure. To avoid his gaze, the guilty-looking siren focused on her pocketbook a little too intently for his taste. She glanced once at the folder containing what she had hoped was nothing of importance. Out of generous curiosity and concern, she had asked him.

"Oh I see. And what was in that folder, dear?" She had hoped that her buttering him up would loosen him up a little so they could stray off from the subject, but this was inevitable. Wes didn't like being played and because of this, she had hoped to hide all evidence from him, but after Akane had abandoned her, she was much more at a risk of getting caught. She knew this fully well.

"Why don't you take a look… dear?" Wes said, his voice almost already accusing her. He slapped one manly hand down on the folder and slid it over to her. Julia's pretty, jeweled, enchanting eyes were gleaming with shock as they grew wider. She stared at his expression, not even bothering to hide her hesitation. Of course, every slow movement confirmed his suspicions. It was almost too much for Wes to bear much longer before he lost his cool. For this reason, he bit his tongue as Julia searched through the stacks of papers. Her eyes were wide, but not very amused. Her expression grew angry, for she knew exactly where these documents came from. The sly woman was able to piece together just what her soon-to-be husband had been up to this afternoon.

"And which girl did you say gave you this folder?" she asked, sounding ten times less sweet than her voice suggested. Her true colors were about to surface, but she knew he knew too much. She would keep up the façade, but there was no point. She already confirmed almost every denying thought. ALMOST.

"That doesn't matter, Julia! Explain to me what those documents are!" he demanded. She scrunched up her face in anger and raised her voice at him at the same level he had.

"They're lies!"

"Lies? Really? They look pretty convincing to me, Julia! What's all these videos? What are all of these call logs, huh?! And according to these notes, you've been taking out large amounts of cash out of your account CONVIENTLY around the same time the cops went on those search parties for these men?! What the hell does that mean, are you bribing them or something?!" he burst into a rampage. Rightfully so. Even though he had all the information, he needed more than just documents. He needed to hear her say it. Then maybe he could get some closure before he kicked her out of his life for good.

"Do you honestly believe I would lie about being violated, Wes?! To you, of all people?! C'mon you're gonna believe some lovesick little girl over me? Your own fiancé?" she said, trying to pull him back into the darkness. They were standing toe to toe at this point, him glaring down at her and her glaring up at him.

"…You're right. You are my fiancé. And I love you very much… which is why I want to know the truth." Wes backed away from the harshly, glaring girlfriend of his with the envelope he snatched up from the countertop. Her face contorted into a mix of frustration and misunderstanding. She followed behind him as he marched to their shared living room. He fumbled with the CD player, placing the CD in its slot, careful not to scratch the evidence and careful to not let her intervene.

Julia's fists clenched tightly by her sides as she stopped a few feet behind him. Wes switched the TV on with the remote and turned back to Julia, determined on unlocking the truth from what's contained on the disk.

"I haven't watched this CD yet. I'm assuming you know exactly what's on this disk," he started. Her eyes narrowed testily, but he didn't flinch at all.

"If you're lying, the CD will show just what happened-"

"Where did you get that?!" Julia shouted over Wes, reaching for the remote in his hand. He held it up over his head before she could touch it and halted her with one hand held up before her.

"And if you're telling the truth, you won't have anything to worry about." Saying this, Wes pressed the play button on the remote and turned the volume up to a blast. In response, Julia backed away from Wes and he turned to the TV to watch the scene unfold before him.

Right off the bat, Wes could easily uncover that Julia had definitely edited the version he showed him and his parents. The beginning of the video didn't start off where she had started her video off on. This video had begun with a dark figure who appeared to be Julia positioning the camera up on a shelf in a dark bedroom. After she was satisfied with the setup of the camera, she stood back from the lens, revealing Soul lying asleep in his bed behind her.

With a smile on her face, she crept up to the foot of the bed slowly. The creaks from the bedsprings signified that the video Julia had given him and his parents had also been muted as well. This boiled Wes' blood; he did not dare look back at Julia.

Soul jumped out of fright when Julia inched closer to him. He quickly jolted his head up , rubbing his eyes, but he didn't look any less aggravated when he saw who it was. Julia smirked.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing in my bed?! Get lost!" Soul commanded as the vixen crawled under his sheets. Julia slipped under Soul's arm, sliding her dainty fingers over his bare chest and closing in on him. He tried backing away from her, fruitlessly and Wes caught on to what was really going on here. His eyes widened and his lips tightened into a thin line.

"Seriously, Julia, get out of here, now!" Soul yelled louder, scowling down at her. She giggled under her breath and continued to move closer to him.

"Aww, come on. Don't you wanna play?" she spoke in a seductive voice that brought chills up even Wes' back. Before Wes knew it, the scene he had seen on Julia's disk that fateful day unfolds before him. Soul grabs both of Julia's wandering hands and pins her down before she could even blink.

"FUCKING STOP! WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?!" he growled at her, not even the slightest bit amused. That's when Julia began to screech and kick Soul until he finally released her. Julia was then seen running out of the room, leaving Soul dumbfounded, looking at his bedroom door.

"Crazy bitch. Wes needs to put a handle on this one." Soul falls back asleep, dismissing the event that had just occurred.

Next, the video had skipped to a different time. Soul was still fast asleep, but the room looked much lighter, as if it had been around 5 or 6 in the morning. His bedroom door had once again opened and through it walked a sneaky fiancé, retrieving the camera she had left behind. She tiptoed over to the camera and giggled, seeing that the camera had recorded just what she needed.

"This is golden! Your money is as good as mine!" she said before the video cut off. There was a deep moment of silence. If you saw the look on Wes' face, you would doubt he knew nothing before watching the video. His jaw was not ajar, his eyes were not wide. In fact, his expression was completely blank. Why, you ask? Because he was numb. He had never expected to be played this easily, but he had. That alone was enough to paralyze him. The fact that he gave up his own little brother for this conniving little gold digger; it was completely inexcusable.

He slowly lifted the hand latching onto the remote and he shut off the CD player. Behind him, he looks to the space where Julia had stood, but when he discovered that nobody was now occupying that space, he finally let out a breath for the first time since the video began. She was gone. Gone without a trace… but could he really afford to worry about that right now? No. He had other things that needed his attention right now. One of those things was setting this whole situation straight and righting his wrongs. With that in mind, the older sibling marched back to his bedroom with the folder in his hand and he slammed the door behind him, never coming back out for the rest of the evening.

MAKA'S P.O.V

Smile, Maka, smile. How do you expect to have any fun if you don't smile?

I zipped up the back of my cocktail dress as I scanned myself from head to toe. The plan was to go out with the girls tonight. Wasn't my idea, it was Liz's, but seeing how down I've been lately, it didn't seem like such a bad idea. I needed this.

My mind spoke to me as I looked in the mirror and quickly, I removed my glum, forced look into a clean, white smile. This'll be good for me. I need to relax every now and then. Now's the perfect time, so why not enjoy it?

"C'mon Maka! Let's head over there before it gets too packed!" Tsubaki shouted from my living room. All the girls had gathered at my house about an hour ago, shouting some type of nonsense about drinks at the club tonight. They practically threw me in the shower the moment I unlocked my door. I chuckled to myself as I slipped on my platform heels.

"Coming!" I hollered back to the squealing ladies in the other room as they spoke about something along the line of free drinks. Supposed they'd use what they call, their 'lady charm' to woo the men into buying them drinks. Hey, I know they've got boyfriends, but nobody's gonna buy themselves a drink if they don't have to. It's not my policy, don't give me that look!

Anyway, I threw on a black coat over my short, white cocktail dress with a sweetheart neckline and a transparent fabric decorating the midriff area with a pinstripe design complimenting the thin fabric. In my silver, glittered handbag that had matched my platform heels, I placed some of my red lipstick and my cellphone inside. Money was overrated tonight, so I didn't even bother.

After feeling satisfied with my state of dress, I revealed myself to the fancied-up women in my living room. They all turned together after hearing the clicks from my high heels and they practically glowed with their widening smiles. I smiled back weakly, a little nervous this time around. It's true that I went to plenty of clubs with the girls before, but this was much different. I had already gotten used to staying in with… no… nevermind, it doesn't matter.

"Maka! You look incredible! Okay, now let's get moving!" Liz said, hurrying me out the door. Of course my protesting stutters did nothing… They just threw me out onto the street, locking my doors and shutting off the lights before I even get a chance to let out a single sentence. Talk about a rush!

"Hey! You didn't have to just-!"

"Haha! Let's go!" Patty beamed, linking her arms with all of us together. We all linked arms as we strutted down the street in a line. Nothing further was said except for the occasional conversations about how wasted they were gonna get tonight. I, however, stayed out of the conversation and just concentrated on trying not to trip over my own feet with how fast the girls were making me walk! Jeez, guys! Could you at least TRY not to let me fall flat on my face in public!?

*WHISTLE* "Hey ladies, you wanna come hang with a real man tonight?" some creep on the street said. Normally, I would Maka-chop the guy into oblivion, but tonight wasn't a normal night. Instead, I let the cat-calls and the whistles continue unaddressed. I mean, it's whatever, right?

"So, how ya' feeling, Maka?" Liz asked, leaning forward to get a good look at me from behind Patty. I nodded in response.

"I'm all good. A little numb, but I'll be good after a couple of drinks."

"That's the spirit, Maka! Crush all those bad thoughts for a night and live a little, am I right?!" Liz cheered, pumping the rest of us up for a night we've long been waiting to have once again.

After tonight, I'm gonna have to pull myself together. I have to get back on track. That's what he wants, right? I guess even getting all dressed up for some drinks just wouldn't cut it quite yet. Soul still popped up. I should've known getting involved with him again would be the wrong thing to do. Now look at me! I'm a freakin' mess! It was an accident that we had even met after all these years in the first place. Knowing this fact wasn't helping, though. It didn't change the fact that it did happen. I fell for someone I knew I shouldn't have gotten involved with. That's my own fault… but who cares. Tonight, I planned on having a good time!

"Well, here we are ladies. Let's let loose tonight!" Tsubaki cheered, breaking the chain of linked arms as we walked in the booming, music-infested club. The sounds were nearly deafening, but I knew from the looks of the body shots and the dancers on the colorful dancefloor grinding up against each other that tonight was gonna be wild.

First things first, drinks! The four of us made a bee line straight for the stools in front of the bartender (who was very cute, might I add). Liz was first up. All of us leaned over the counter, giggling and batting our eyelashes at the bartender who was cleaning out the shot glasses.

"Hey, what's a girl gotta do to get a drink around here?" Liz asked in her seductive, womanly voice that she uses to get Kid do what she wants him to do. (Works every time!) The bartender smirked at her as his eyes wandered down to her plump breasts that sat atop her crossed arms that rested over the counter. He looked at all of us the same, but when his eyes fell on me, I blushed unknowingly and that alone caused him to wink back at me. He returned his gaze to Liz and answered her question in an equally sweet voice that sent unpleasant shivers down my spine. Anything to get a drink though, right?

"What can I get for you, ladies?" he asked. Liz was in charge of ordering the unlimited shots of patron. She figured it'd be a good idea to start the night off with a drinking contest (to which none of us disagreed to). The bartender swiftly made off with our orders ad fetched the shot glasses and the huge bottle of patron. He set a single glass in front of each of us and poured the patron to the brim, making sure to make close eye contact with all of us. I had this pervy vibe from him, so I paid him no mind. The others, however… Let's just say that their boyfriends would be shocked to see the way they act for free alcohol. Liz especially.

"Alright ladies, on three! One… two… THREE!" Liz commanded, signaling all of us to throw back our drinks. The drink was bitter going down, but I enjoyed the burn. I craved it, even. The girls were a lot less tolerable to alcohol than I was. (I know, such a surprise… HA HA HA, SOOO FUNNY.)

"Bartender, hit me with another. This time, give me the strongest stuff you got," I ordered, clanking the glass back down on the bar for him to take. He cocked an eyebrow at me curiously, but he did as I asked. Without a single second to spare, the man returned with a smaller bottle of… come to think of it, I don't even think I asked what he was pouring in my glass… oh well. Anyway, he poured the liquor into my glass, never looking away from my heated cheeks as I still felt the after-burn of the patron. I eyed the glass and snatched it off of the counter, throwing in back and gulping it down in just a second.

"You sure know how to have fun, don't you, babe… Want another?" I nodded in response, disregarding the fact that he called me a name I didn't appreciate coming from him. He didn't say much on the matter either. Instead, he poured me another drink. And then another. And more. Then again. I didn't stop him. I had no intention of stopping him. I wanted to feel nice as well as the other girls, so I kept them coming. Somewhere along the way, I had him stop serving me the alcohol I a tiny shot glass. Instead, I upgraded to a large glass cup as I gulped the strong drink down.

Next thing I know as I'm about to throw back my 4th or 5th drink, I get a tap on the shoulder. It was Liz. She giggled as she reached for my hand and pulled me out of my bar stool and into the crowd of dancing, sweaty, drunken men and women. We shoved through to the center of the dancefloor, getting bumped all around by grinders from left to right.

The smell of sweat, strong liquor, blood and vomit wafted my nostrils as soon as we reached the middle of the floor, but neither the drunken Liz nor I cared the least bit. I threw back the rest of my drink in my cup and mindlessly let it roll out of my hand. The glass dropped to the ground as it was kicked around until the sight of it was gone. In our tipsy states, Liz and I laughed and began dancing to the beat of the music. We grinded against each other, wooing and raising our hands in the air like the others in the crowd. We both sang along to the lyrics and partied like we were teenagers again.

Liz danced harder and harder and when the song finally transitioned into something slower and sexier, she had disappeared into the new appearing crowd. Of course, how could I not lose track of her? Hm? She's gone… Oh well, she'll turn up again sooner or later. The alcohol slowly began to settle in, but I wasn't ready at all to give up a good time. So I danced. I danced alone in the middle of the dancefloor, swaying my hips and loosely rolling my body to the sound of the song.

I want to go far tonight. I deserve to have a little fun, so why not get a little crazy tonight? Right when I was thinking this, I felt a pair of eyes lock onto my body. The person's stare was intense, but it felt… nice. I gave them a show, hoisting my dress up and little and rolling my hips. I didn't know who the person was, but I didn't think it mattered much.

Suddenly, I feel someone's body pressing up against me from behind and placing their hands on each side of my hip. I grinned as we both began moving together in synchronization.

"Hmmm, finally came out of hiding to come play?" I asked, my voice challenging the booming music. The man laughed and pressed his rosy, soft lips to the shell of my ear, making me lean back into him more as my skin jumped.

"I couldn't help myself. You look so good in that dress," he responded, moving his hands a little lower to which I responded with a giggle. I've had enough drinks. Why not go home with this guy? You only live once, right? My drunken mind was made up.

"Wanna see more?" I asked, smirking and fluttering my eyelashes a bit as I pressed my ass up against his groin as a teasing method. It worked… well.

"You sure you wanna come home with me?" he asked in a sexy, yet gentlemanly voice.

"Ready when you are." He chuckled and grabbed one of my hands, linking our fingers together in a rough fashion.

"Follow me." And with that… we were off to his place.

THE MORNING AFTER:

Ughhhh… my head. Damn, I must've drank so much yesterday, I can hardly remember a thing.

I made an attempt to get up from the bed, but when the covers slid off of me, I felt a cold draft all over my body. I looked down at myself and found myself completely naked. Also, when I looked down, I had realized that this wasn't my room.

Hey, this isn't my bed… this isn't my room either. Where am I? What the-.

In the middle of my thought, I felt a heavy, muscular arm sling over my body and pull me closer. I flinched and stared into nothingness with saucer-wide eyes. I did not dare look back at whose arm that could possibly be.

Pleaaaaaaseeee. Please, let this be Soul. Let this all be a dream and let it be Soul who snuck into bed with me… Anything but this.

I knew in my mind that it couldn't have possibly been Soul, but it was happy dreaming. Partly with terror, I turned around slowly to the person behind me, hoping to whoever was up there that it wasn't some ugly creep. (Even I can admit that I drank waaaay too much last night!) I turned and turned until I finally had the courage to see whose arm this belonged to. Finally, I turned around all the way… and immediately regretted my whole entire night.

You have got… TO BE FUCKING SHITTING ME RIGHT NOW.

A/N: Awww, doesn't cliffhangers suck? (; Hehe! Sorry, but this is all too perfect! Besides, we need a little suspense after how morbid and dull the past few chapters have been! Let me know! Who do you think it is? Maka, Maka, Maka, you really should be more careful who you go home with (; Ha! Well, once again, if there is any delay on an update, you can find out on laurneathefirst's snapchat account. I've been VEEERRRYYYY busy lately, so please be patient with me. :D I will be seeing you all very soon so stay beautiful, stay happy and happy reading! ;* (: