6

I stared at myself in the mirror.

Black dress. Check.

High heels. Check.

Red lips. Check.

Wavy hair. Check.

But the thing was, I was still contemplating my chances of a good and warm welcome in that damn party of his.

But there wasn't an option. If I cancelled the plan of going to his party, all hell will break lose for me tomorrow 'cause I knew, what he gave me was definitely not an empty threat. That boy is batshit crazy.

So without taking any chance of ruining my future, I took a deep breath and headed towards the battle land aka his place.

*****

I got out of my car and stared at the mansion. He is freaking rich, hot, intense, but with a black heart. No matter how many qualities he has got but to me, he always will be a crazy egoistic psycho.

So shaking my head in exasperation at the craziness of my situation I walked to the door of the house and entered inside. Everything was a blur. Dancing bodies, loud music, flowing beers and vodkas.

Told you. Fucking crazy.

I roamed my eyes for any familiar face but except a few classmates I saw in collage, everyone was a stranger for me. Suddenly a face came in front of my eyes blocking my view from the rest of the scene.

That face was of Eric Knight.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me with him inside. And to my horror led me straight to the stage, where at his one hand motion the DJ stopped the music.

He grabbed the mic and 'ordered' YES, ordered everyone to pay attention to him.

'What the fuck?' I hissed at him and tried to pull my hand away from his but that hulk didn't even give me a look and continued like I was not trying to shake off his hold like his touch was burning my skin with every passing second.

A smirk was playing on his lips. An evil one. That kind of smirk that expresses that he knows what he is going to do next is gonna pull your soul out of your mouth.

Yeah, That kind of smirk.

That smirk gave me shivers right down to my spine and an unknown fear gripped my heart. I knew it! I knew it wasn't a good idea to come here. Fucking Hell.

"Eric, leave my hand." I whisper shouted once again but the effort was futile as he continued with his speech.

"Helllllllllo, people."

At his words everyone quieted down and silence filled the room. Everyone's attention was on us.

Creepy!

My heart was thudding in my chest like a jackhammer but I stopped myself from showing that fear on my face. If he wants to play a dare game, so be it.

I pulled gathered every ounce of my strength and tried to appear as strong as possible.

"Here is the girl who amused you all just few days back..." He took a pause before continuing, "By slapping me in front of you all in the damn canteen." His face moved towards me and an angry, obsessive, psycho type look came into his eyes. My fear intensified.

He turned his face away from me once again and turned towards the crowd. His face was showing a creepy smirk. I didn't know what to do. I was too shocked to utter a word.

"Now.. now... now....", he started speaking while walking slowly around me. "Look at her." His tone turned into a mocking one.

"The daughter of a bitch has came crawling into my Dan."

My heart stopped. Instead of fear, now there was an slowly intensifying angry string.

"You stupid bitch!", He got into my face and muttered into my face, "What did you think? I would invite a beggar like you into my party? Do you even see your face in the mirror?" He started chuckling like a evil maniac.

He grabbed a pinch of my dress and pulled at it slightly while saying, "A true low class beggar. Even your cloths can't touch my fucking couch and here you came into my party, dressed thinking you look like an actress. Fucking whore."

That string of anger which was building slowly in the pit of my stomach turned into a snake. An angry, hissing, poisonous snake. Ready to strike in the next fucking moment.

But clueless of my inner poison he continued further while getting into my face once again and hissing loud enough to sound clearly in the mic,

"That idiotic bitch who doesn't even know that who her fucking father is, is standing in my fucking home thinking she can whore around all she wants because I've forgotten what she did."

He grabbed a glass of beer from the nearby standing waiter and threw it on my face.