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.