She got out of bed early the next morning. She walked downstairs. She took a look inside the livingroom. Roman wasn't there anymore. She walked out in the kitchen where Dean was sitting eating a bowl of cereal.
"Morning," he said.
"Good morning. What happened to the watchdog?" She asked.
"Roman? He's taking a shower," he answered.
She sighed and sat down.
"I never thought I'd say this but you're actually the sane one of this group," she said.
He chuckled a bit.
"Don't try and smooth talk me. I'm still crazy. Just relaxing these days," he said.
"Dean, I really need to go. Can't you help me a bit. Unlock the gate and accidently look away a couple of minutes," she said.
"As much as I would like to, I can't. Roman would tear my head off," he said.
"I can't stay here. It's not safe," she said.
"There a big fence surrounding the house and you got three big guys to protect you. What's not safe about that?" He asked.
"You don't know where I'm coming from," she said in a low tone.
"Enlighten me then," he said.
"I can't. I just need you to believe me. It's not safe for me to be here and sure as hell not safe for you guys to keep me around," she said.
"What could possible be so scary?" He asked.
"Nothing you will ever have to worry about as long as you let me go," she said.
"I can't," he said.
"Well, can you at least believe me when I say there was a second guy there the other night? Try and find out who it was maybe?" She asked.
He looked at her, not sure what to answer. It didn't matter because at the same time Roman came into the kitchen.
"Oh, you're up. Good morning," he said.
"Good morning," she said.
"So the guests will start arriving in the afternoon. We're ordering a bunch of pizzas and then we party all night," he said.
"Yeah, you do that," she said and got up to leave the kitchen.
"You're partying with us," he said.
"Why are you so keen on keeping me here?" She asked.
"Because I care about you. We care about you," he answered.
"You care about me? Don't make me laugh. What's my last name then? My favourite colour? Where does my parents live? You don't know shit about me because you don't care about me," she said.
Roman just sighed. He knew she was right. He didn't know much about her.
"You're keeping me here by force. You can't force me to party though," she said and left.
She more or less walked straight into Seth that was standing on the other side of the door with a smirk on his face.
"Good. I don't wanna see your boring face down here tonight," he said.
"Hmm, now it would actually be fun to be part of it then. You know, just to annoy the hell out of you," she said and walked away from him.
She heard Dean and Roman laugh in the kitchen by her words.
The guests had arrived and everyone was partying. Everyone but her. She was downstairs but she sat on a chair in the corner just watching them all. They were drinking and having fun. She wished she could let her guards down and just get drunk as hell but she knew she had to be alert at all times.
"Shots!" Seth yelled as he held up a bottle of whiskey.
People around him cheered. He poured whiskey in shots glasses and handed them around. He took one and reached it towards her.
"How about it?" He asked, challenging her.
"No thanks," she said.
"Of course not. Little miss boring doesn't drink," he said and downed the shot, never breaking eye contact with her.
It was at that point she had had enough of him.
"Fine, you wanna see me drink?" She said and got out of the chair.
She walked to him, grabbed the bottle of whiskey and took a big swig of it. People around her were cheering but she didn't care.
"There. You happy now?" She asked as she stared down Seth.
He just smirked at her and started laughing a bit. She turned around and walked upstairs with the bottle still in her hand. She heard his annoying laughter as she left the party.
She walked into her room and closed the door. She walked over to the little table with a mirror and put the bottle on it.
"Hell of a party, Roman. Good thing you made me stay and enjoy it," she said sarcastically out in the room before walking out in the bathroom.
Seth needed to pee. He walked upstairs and to his own room just to find the door to his bathroom locked. He walked out of his room again and went to the nearest room with a bathroom which just happened to be her room. He opened the door and looked inside. He couldn't see her. He walked over to the bathroom and opened the door. He stopped dead in his tracks as he saw her.
She hadn't heard him open the door. She was standing in her underwear with her back again the door. She was opening her bra and taking it off. It wasn't the sight of her undressing that made him stare at her. It was her back. Never had he seen anything like it. He got a hold of himself and quietly closed the door again and hurried out of her room.
She turned around as she thought she heard something in her room. She hurried to the door and opened it while peeking out. No one was there. She felt annoyed by herself for forgetting to lock the bathroom door. She closed it again and locked it this time. Then she took off her thong and went to the shower.
Seth walked downstairs again and into the kitchen where he found Dean and Roman. He had a weird look on his face.
"What's wrong, little brother?" Roman asked.
"I don't think she's as boring as we think," Seth answered.
"What do you mean?" Roman asked.
"I accidently walked in on her in her underwear moments ago," Seth answered.
"Oh yeah? You got it on with her?" Dean asked teasingly.
"Just shut up for a second. Her back... you should have seen her back," Seth answered.
"What about it?" Roman asked.
"She has this big tattoo of a pair of black, burned wings. They're running down on both sides of her back. In between them you can see a lot of scars. You know, long red scars running across her back," Seth answered.
"That doesn't sound good," Roman said.
"You think the tattoo is a cover up for them?" Dean asked.
"No, it seems more like the scars are means to be a part of the tattoo in some weird way," Seth answered.
They were silent for a couple of seconds, all three of them thinking about what Seth had seen.
"We better keep quiet about this. People out there are drunk and if we run in and tell them about it, you know damn well that some of them are stupid enough to try and force her out of her clothes to see it," Roman said.
A couple of hours went by. Some people had gone to bed while others were still partying. Seth couldn't get the image of her back out of his head so he decided to walk up to her room. He didn't know why or what he would say to her but he couldn't stop himself from going up there.
He silently opened the door and looked inside. What he saw shocked him. She was sitting by the mirrored table with a knife in her right hand, doing a knife game on her left hand. The knife moved fast between her fingers in a flowing movement as if she was doing some sort of dance with it. He took a couple of steps inside her room, not able to move his eyes from what she was doing.
She saw something move in the mirror in front of her. She looked up and saw someone standing there. She lost her concentration and stuck the knife into the back of her hand by accident.
"Fuck!" She howled out loud.
Seth got concerned and hurried towards her.
"Shit," was all he said.
"Close the door," she hissed between her teeth.
He ran to the door and closed it. She grabbed the knife, gritted her teeth and pulled it back out. Blood was pouring out of her hand. She ran to the bathroom, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her hand. She came back in and sat down on the chair again. Seth was looking at her confused, not sure what to do.
"Grab the medical kit in my bag," she said.
He found it and walked towards her with it.
"There's a sowing kit in there. Find it," she said.
"Maybe we should get you to a hospital instead," he said.
"No! No hospital. Besides, if Roman would let you take me there, he would have done it the night I was drugged," she said.
He couldn't argue with that so he found the sowing kit and got it ready for her.
"Okay, the wound isn't deep but it's wide. Just a few stitches, that's all I need," she said.
"You don't want me to do it, do you?" He asked.
"No, I can do it myself," she answered. "However, I do need you to stand behind me and catch me in case I pass out."
He nodded and got up to stand behind her. She removed the towel from her hand, put it in her mouth and bit down on it. She didn't care it was covered in blood. She needed to try and be as quiet as possible. She grabbed the whiskey bottle and pour whiskey out on the wound. A muffled scream came out of her mouth. She then took the needle and started sowing. When she was done, she removed the towel from her mouth.
"All good? No passing out?" Seth asked.
"All good," she answered.
She stood up and looked at him, not sure what to say to him in the situation. How could she explain what he had just seen? Instead he took the word.
"What's that on your back?" He asked.
"My back? How did you know...? What the hell, you walked in on me earlier, didn't you? I knew I heard something," she raised her voice, feeling angry.
"Yeah," he said and smirked. "So what about it? Why do you have that tattoo and those scars?"
She grabbed the knife, pushed him against the wall and put it to his throat.
"You don't ask, I don't tell. Here's the deal. You go back and party and don't mension a word to anyone about what happened here. In the morning when the guests start leaving, I will quietly leave together with them. Are we clear?" She said in a tone he had never heard from her before.
"Yeah, perfectly clear," he said.
"Good," she said, removed the knife and stepped out of his way.
He walked towards the door, then stopped and turned around to look at her.
"You know, I could easily have taken you down despite that knife to my throat," he said.
"Only because I wouldn't have used it. Out of curiosity, why didn't you?" She asked.
"Somehow you suddenly seem more interesting than I gave you credit for. I feel some fun and games coming up," he answered, then turned around and left the room.