~7 PARTY AT TWILIGHT

EDEN MONROE. 

While strolling down the hallways with my friends, we discussed an upcoming club event that Carla had invited us to, and I was looking forward to a fun night out. The only challenge was sneaking out without my Charles knowing. They wouldn't approve of me going to a club. I realized I would need my sister's assistance to make it happen.

Ben asked us as we walked slowly, "How would we meet tonight?"

I was at a loss for ideas, so I remained silent and pondered upon his question. Carla chimed in, "Why don't we meet at your place, Eden?"

I shook my head in response, "No way, my parents would never allow it."

Ben and Carla both exhaled in frustration. But suddenly, a lightbulb went off in my head, and I let out a squeal of excitement. It wasn't going to be easy, but I was determined to have some fun.

"Wait, I have an idea!" I exclaimed. "Ben, you just got a jeep, right? So, how about we rendezvous two streets away from my house? You and Carla could wait for me there."

My friends were thrilled with my suggestion, and Ben remarked, "I always knew you were the smart one."

Carla promised to call me when they arrived, and we hugged each other before Carla talked about how we should dress to make heads turn.

I caught sight of my sisters and quickly bid farewell to my friends, promising to catch up with them later. I hastened to join Anastasia and Bree who were making their way towards the car, and I followed closely behind.

I hopped into the backseat of the car and tossed my bag aside as Bree started the engine. As I racked my brain for a way to reveal my plans to my sisters, I noticed they were both silent. Gathering my courage, I spoke up, "Um, Bree, Anastasia, I need your help."

Anastasia turned to face me, 'What is it that you need?" She inquired and just as Bree drove out of school and into the streets as we made our way home, I cleared my throat to enable me give a smooth response

"Um, there's a party tonight that I really want to go to," I said tentatively.

"It's just a stupid party, why are you even asking? Of course you can go," Bree replied dismissively.

Before I could respond, Anastasia inquired, "Where is the party taking place?"

"At a club," I whispered.

The car screeched to a halt and I looked at my sisters, but their expressions remained neutral. "A club? Charles and Grace would never allow you to go to a club," Anastasia pointed out the obvious.

Nodding in agreement, I responded, "I know..." 

"I would be surprised if they even let you go to a friend's place. There's no way they'd let you go to a club." Bree cut in.

"I know, that's why I need both of your help...I really want to go out with my friends and have fun the way you two do." I said, turning to face them.

They exchanged a glance before looking back at me, "Eden, we usually keep our activities under wraps, but considering your situation, we can help you come up with a plan." Anastasia said.

I exclaimed with joy, "Thank you so much, I'll do anything you need me to do." I paused, realizing what I just promised, but Bree's expression showed she took it seriously.

"I like how you just made a commitment, you must really want this." She teased.

I rolled my eyes, "Are you going to help or not?"

"Of course, but don't forget, the Monroe girls never break a promise."

I knew what she meant but didn't acknowledge it. I was thrilled that they agreed to help, and finally, I could have a little fun.

Bree started the car, and we drove home with two things on my mind; the steps my cunning sisters would take to ensure our secret plan is a success and whether I would meet someone new who wouldn't abandon me on the dance floor just like a certain someone did. 

We finally arrived home and I exited the car, retrieved my bag that had been flung aside and made my way towards the house straight for my room. On the way, I acknowledged Charles and Grace, who were engrossed in a series. Once I got into my room, I closed the door and picked out my phone before swinging the bag away. I checked the time and saw that I still had a few hours before Carla and Ben would contact me.

After tossing my phone onto the bed, I searched through my wardrobe for something to wear. As I sorted through my clothes, I spotted the red dress I wore to the Grimaldi's Mansion and memories of Dorian flooded my mind. However, I shook my head and resolved to focus on finding a new man for the night.

With the goal of making heads turn, I selected a short, strapless black dress, with a glittery finish and a thigh-high slit. I stashed the dress in my bathroom, in case my parents stumbled upon it and asked questions. Despite the thought of being caught, I was excited about the prospect of finding a new man for the night.

I laid out the clothes I planned to wear in the bathroom but didn't take a shower since I was going to do that later. Excited for the outing, I squealed with joy and then checked my phone for messages and social media updates. 

After a while, I grew tired and checked the time. Seeing that it was already dark outside, I considered taking a nap before getting ready to go out. I thought about calling Bree for reassurance but didn't want to risk my parents finding out. I wondered how Bree was able to outsmart my smart father, Charles.

Stripping down to my underwear, I laid on my bed and drifted off to sleep.

My body was violently shaken, but I ignored it until I was pushed off the bed, falling off to the floor with a loud thud. Bree stood beside the bed with her arms on her hips and demanded to know why I was sleeping like the dead. I rubbed my sore backside and glared at her, but she just smirked and told me to get ready.

Her words put me in a better mood, so I rushed to the bathroom to take a quick shower, towel-dried my body, and applied lotion. I then put on the dress I had chosen, admiring how it hugged my curves perfectly. With just winged eyeliner and lip gloss, I did minimal makeup and left my hair wet. I was looking fierce with my wet red hair. I also applied my favorite deodorant to smell great.

When I stepped out of the bathroom Bree was waiting for me on the bed. She smiled approvingly at my appearance and urged me to call my friends. Just then, Ben called to say they were waiting for me at our rendezvous spot. I placed my phone in one of Bree's purse — which she had lent me for the night, and crossed it over my body. Then she opened the window and motioned for me to leave.

Before exiting through the window, I asked how Bree had fooled Charles and Grace. She replied curtly that I shouldn't ask questions I didn't want to know the answer to. I saluted in acknowledgement before climbing out and landing safely on the ground. Then, I ran to meet my friends in their car.

We arrived at a secluded venue that I had never heard of before. "Is this a new club?" I inquired of Carla. She was the one who had invited us.

She shook her head and replied, "No, it's a place the popular kids party and I heard this is where all the booze and my babies are." 

By babies, she meant hard drugs.

My friend Ben and I were not interested in that type of thing, and we had tried to persuade Carla to stop, but she was adamant. She had even threatened to take her own life if we persisted in trying to intervene, so we had kept quiet. We hoped that she would come around eventually.

The club was in full swing, with loud music blasting from within. Ben parked the car, and Carla and I alighted. She was wearing a revealing red mesh dress that left little to the imagination, while I struggled to keep my own dress in check. Carla called my cleavage "beauties" and urged me to let them out, but I declined.

As we reached the entrance, a chilly breeze struck me full on. The bouncers barely gave Ben a glance, but they leered at Carla and me before we entered the club. Once inside, I felt dizzy and unsteady on my feet. Ben and Carla came over to me, and I explained what was happening. Carla suggested that I downed a drink to feel better.

Ben and I found a corner to sit and he looked at me with concern, "Eden, are you sure you don't wanna go home? Carla and I are used to this kind of lifestyle but you're not."

I declined, not wanting to ruin the night for them, as they were party people. Ben continued to worry and asked if it was the tight dress that was bothering me, but I assured him it wasn't. He eventually gave up and stayed with me until Carla arrived with a tray of drinks.

Ben questioned the amount of drinks and who would pay for them, but Carla informed us that they were free for the party and insisted that we finish them all. She then handed us each a glass and we downed the tequila shots in unison, much to my disgust. I complained to Carla about the taste and how much I dislike tequila. 

She laughed at me in response, then offered me a Pina colada drink as an apology for the tequila. I sipped it slowly while my friends went to dance on the crowded dance floor.

As I looked around the room, I thought I saw someone who couldn't be there and decided that my mind was playing tricks on me. I couldn't understand why Dorian was on my mind. I tried to distract myself by drinking more, not even bothering to check what was in the glass. As I continued to drink, I became euphoric and even threw a glass of drink on a nearby chair, causing it to spill. 

The person sitting in the chair growled at me with bright red eyes. She was mad. 

"Nice eye contacts but, I hope you know that they ain't safe… remember to take them off when you get home." I giggled as I looked at her. The alcohol in me was speaking.

The lady was a beautiful woman but as she stared at me with anger, her contacts glowed more brightly. 

I laughed it off and headed to the dance floor.

My friends noticed me as I approached and rushed over to dance with me, our bodies becoming slick with sweat as the music played on. Carla got caught up with someone offering her the babies she adored, while Ben and I continued to dance. He gripped my waist tightly as I moved my curvaceous behind against his jeans. He let out a groan of pleasure, but I knew it was all in fun and didn't mean anything.

"Girl, if I were straight... I'd fuck you so hard, you wouldn't be able to walk for days," he whispered in my ear.

I laughed at his comment and kept dancing, but Ben's attention was soon diverted by an attractive guy. He excused himself as he headed straight for the guy, and they began making out.

I continued swaying to the rhythmic beats of the music when suddenly, a hand clasped my waist from behind, causing me to let out a loud yelp. In my inebriated state, I knew I didn't want them touching me because I felt uncomfortable. I still had the presence of mind to demand that he remove his hands from my body.

"Remove your filthy hands from my waist right now." I demanded. 

Despite my fury, the man just chuckled and pulled me closer to him. I could feel his hot breath on my neck and I shuddered in disgust. I tried to wriggle myself out of his grip, but he only tightened his hold on me. 

"Relax, baby. Let's have some fun," he whispered into my ear. 

I felt a surge of fear wash over me, and I knew I had to get out of there. I managed to elbow him in the stomach and dashed away from him, my heart pounding in my chest. I quickly made my way to where Carla and Ben were, hoping they could help me but they weren't there any more. 

As the man began to approach me, my heart began to race with fear, and I felt a sense of panic wash over me, "You think you can just get away after hitting me?" He sneered at me. 

I was filled with even more anger and disgust at his words, but I refused to let him see how much it affected me. Instead, I stood up straight, looked him directly in the eyes, and replied with as much confidence as I could muster, "You're delusional if you think I want anything to do with you. Now leave me alone or you'll regret it."

He sneered at me again and took a step closer, but I didn't back down. I held his gaze and waited for him to make a move and he did but, a surge of strength overcame me and I hit him square in his face. 

The man paused for a while to look at his face, he licked the blood dripping down from his nose and bared his bloody teeths at me. My eyes either played tricks on me or something but I felt like I saw inner teeths which were sharp but before I could do anything, he threw me against the wall and I felt my breathing seize up. 

He held me up in his arms and I tried shouting for help but people paid us no mind, "Little Miss slut here trying to play boss." He hissed at me. 

I was weak and tired and then he tilted my neck which was bare and his tongue lapped up my skin. I shriveled in disgust and tears fell from my eyes as I begged him, "Please stop." I said to him but he didn't listen. 

I felt something sharp on my neck and cried as I figured he was holding a knife but, before he could do anything, he was pushed off of me and I fell down to the floor. 

It appeared that my body and mind were not in sync, but I felt someone pick me up and I wanted to look at my savior's face but, my body became completely devoid of sensation and my world suddenly darkened.