9: Make me

It was a little past 4 pm when I woke up. There were already tons of messages from my mom to confirm that I would be in attendance, as if I had a choice. Putting on my best dress, I stood in front of the mirror and frowned. There was a mark on my neck. Granted, I had hickeys from where that bastard bit me. But this one looked different. It looked like a half-moon. 

What the hell? 

I retrieved a piece of wipe from the pack and rubbed hard at the spot, expecting the mark to go away. But it stayed. The skin around that area grew redder from scratching it. I chose to ignore it for today and move on with my life. After applying makeup and curling my hair, I was ready to go. My dress was nothing like that of yesterday. Maybe that was what drew Waylen to me. Was that his real name? Or something he used to attract girls to him? 

What kind of name was that, anyway? That was my first red flag, but I ignored it. My fault.

My first stop was the store t