Chapter One: Party
Wyn's P.O.V.
All went as planned. Llana, Leif, and Kairi all came home with me, and
about half an hour later, Daemon showed up. It was a slumber party. My
first one. In which a guy was involved. My imagination was going through
3 different kinds of conclusions. 1) possible, not likely. 2) possible,
very likely. (I liked these the best) and 3) Possible. In the Middle Ages.
I truly hoped nothing that eventful happened. I mean there was only one
guy, Daemon. And 3 other girls. None of which were emotionally attached
to him. I was the only one who was. Somehow, that made it worse.
"Wyn." I jumped. I'd been edgy for some reason. Daemon was standing
there.
"911! P.A!" Llana whispered in my ear.
"Shit," I whispered. "Evacuate." I whispered back. Llana left to
get Leif and Kairi out.
"Yea Daemon?" I turned back. He was gone. Then, one of his neon
yellow note cards caught my eye.
Wyn-
Wish I coulda told ya this
in words, but, I probably
Messed it all up.
I smiled. He's bad at saying what's on his mind. Especially to me.
I also wish I coulda told ya
This sooner also but, ne-
Way~
I Love You.
Daemon
He spelled it out. And capitalized it. He meant it. I mean 'i luv
u' would have been acceptable, but-
"Wynter! God damn bastard. WYNTER!" my thoughts were interrupted
by my father's angry, drunken voice. I wasn't terribly surprised. He's
always drunk. But I was, as I said, particularly nervous that night.
"You worthless brat. Thought you could get away with a party.
Eh? Eh? Didja? Didn't think so." he punched me square in the eye. I barely
flinched. Noticing my reaction, how it didn't seem to pain me much (IT
DID!), decided upon a dirty trick. He got me in the gut.
I fell to my knees, clutching my stomach, trying to regain my breath.
Seemingly satisfied, he turned and started walking away. I grabbed the
edge of the table and pulled myself up.
"Not done- not over with- yet." he turned.
"Defiant little one, aren't we? Just like your mother." he approached
menacingly.
"SHE'S GOT NOTHIN TA DO WIT THIS, YOU UGLY BASTARD!"
"Well, we're going to have to treat you some manners." he slapped
me hard. My head went with the force, but snapped back instantly. I barely
noticed the pain spreading through my right cheek. He kept going. Slapping
and punching in every available place. I fell onto the floor, numbing pain
spreading throughout my entire body. Finally, when I didn't struggle any
more, he got up, smiled to himself and walked back to his room. I waited
a few minutes after the door to his bedroom closed. Then I attempted to
get to my feet. The farthest I got was my hands and knees, otherwise, it
hurt too much. I crawled into my bedroom, stripped down to nothing, climbed
in my bed, curled up under the covers, and wept from the inside. Soon,
I blacked out.
Wyn's P.O.V.
All went as planned. Llana, Leif, and Kairi all came home with me, and
about half an hour later, Daemon showed up. It was a slumber party. My
first one. In which a guy was involved. My imagination was going through
3 different kinds of conclusions. 1) possible, not likely. 2) possible,
very likely. (I liked these the best) and 3) Possible. In the Middle Ages.
I truly hoped nothing that eventful happened. I mean there was only one
guy, Daemon. And 3 other girls. None of which were emotionally attached
to him. I was the only one who was. Somehow, that made it worse.
"Wyn." I jumped. I'd been edgy for some reason. Daemon was standing
there.
"911! P.A!" Llana whispered in my ear.
"Shit," I whispered. "Evacuate." I whispered back. Llana left to
get Leif and Kairi out.
"Yea Daemon?" I turned back. He was gone. Then, one of his neon
yellow note cards caught my eye.
Wyn-
Wish I coulda told ya this
in words, but, I probably
Messed it all up.
I smiled. He's bad at saying what's on his mind. Especially to me.
I also wish I coulda told ya
This sooner also but, ne-
Way~
I Love You.
Daemon
He spelled it out. And capitalized it. He meant it. I mean 'i luv
u' would have been acceptable, but-
"Wynter! God damn bastard. WYNTER!" my thoughts were interrupted
by my father's angry, drunken voice. I wasn't terribly surprised. He's
always drunk. But I was, as I said, particularly nervous that night.
"You worthless brat. Thought you could get away with a party.
Eh? Eh? Didja? Didn't think so." he punched me square in the eye. I barely
flinched. Noticing my reaction, how it didn't seem to pain me much (IT
DID!), decided upon a dirty trick. He got me in the gut.
I fell to my knees, clutching my stomach, trying to regain my breath.
Seemingly satisfied, he turned and started walking away. I grabbed the
edge of the table and pulled myself up.
"Not done- not over with- yet." he turned.
"Defiant little one, aren't we? Just like your mother." he approached
menacingly.
"SHE'S GOT NOTHIN TA DO WIT THIS, YOU UGLY BASTARD!"
"Well, we're going to have to treat you some manners." he slapped
me hard. My head went with the force, but snapped back instantly. I barely
noticed the pain spreading through my right cheek. He kept going. Slapping
and punching in every available place. I fell onto the floor, numbing pain
spreading throughout my entire body. Finally, when I didn't struggle any
more, he got up, smiled to himself and walked back to his room. I waited
a few minutes after the door to his bedroom closed. Then I attempted to
get to my feet. The farthest I got was my hands and knees, otherwise, it
hurt too much. I crawled into my bedroom, stripped down to nothing, climbed
in my bed, curled up under the covers, and wept from the inside. Soon,
I blacked out.
