Page 11 of Darkest Dawn

“What’s got you all flustered?” She eyes me but I wave her off. I can’t explain that my stalker just sent me a picture of his perfect dick, that happens to be pierced and how I’m daydreaming of all the ways I could ride said dick to bring me endless pleasure. Yeah, Becca is my best friend, but I can't tell her any of that.

“I’m sore and ready for a nap and large coffee please.” I reply hoping my change in topic helps. She eyes me for another minute before shrugging.

“Okay, coffee then we need to get ready.” She starts to go over the long list of things she needs to do and what she has planned for me as I follow behind her. I tune her out as my mind wanders back to the picture on my phone. Tonight, just got a bit more interesting.

Chapter 9

Dawn

“Annnnndddone.”Beccaexclaimsstanding up straight, her white sheer dress sparkling under the bright bathroom lights. Her smile is huge, showing all her perfect white teeth as I finally get to stand after being tortured for over an hour and half. They say beauty is pain but damn, now I understand why.

When I finally straighten myself, my back pops with relief after holding still for so long, I turn to see what my best friend has done. My eyes meet my reflection in the mirror and I can't help it, my jaw drops open. “Holy shit.” I whisper not believing the woman in the mirror is actually me. I mean I know I’m not ugly or anything but damn. I look fucking hot.

“I know right. I did good.” Becca brings her hand to her mouth and blows a chef’s kiss. “Now go get dressed, it’s almost time to leave.” She starts jumping up and down, clapping her hands in excitement. I roll my eyes at her antics before turning back to my reflection.

My hair is half up and half down. The part that is up is in two small buns that help hold up the clip-on devil horns while the bottom half tumbles down my back in loose curls. A few strands lay loose around my face, framing it. My makeup is outstanding. My cheeks are lightly dusted with a rosy, pink color while my eyes are painted with a bright blood red color, and highlighted with a deep burnt orange, that somehow works. The topping on this piece of art is my blood red lips that are giving me all the dirty thoughts of how I plan to get it messed up later tonight.

I shake my head of those thoughts before turning and heading to my room. Closing the door behind me, I lean my back against the cool wood. My nerves are at an all-time high thinking about tonight and all the possibilities. How will I know my stalker? Would it be like in some twisted fairy tale where our eyes meet from across the room and it’s like an electric current of rightness between us? Or would the sick fuck grab me while I was on my way to the bathroom, shove me into a room or closet and fuck me senseless? I’m almost positive it will be the latter once he catches me in my costume but honestly, I think I might prefer it.

Thinking of the scrap of fabric I’m supposed to wear tonight I look over at my bed where it's laid out. The bright red lacy fabric clashes with the baby pink comforter it lays on. Taking a deep breath I head over to my night stand and grab my lotion. I do a quick rub down of my skin once more. After the horrible waxing experience I took a luke warm shower to help relax my skin before my next session of torture with Becca. After rubbing in the cherry blossom lotion I reach for the outfit, allowing my fingers to glide against the soft fabric.

Taking one last deep breath I get dressed. Sliding the matching set in place and making sure my tits aren’t popping out. I head for the bathroom door to get Becca’s approval. Before opening the door I double check my goodies are in place. I head to the other side and into Becca’s room.

I find her sitting on her bed, zipping up her thigh high white boots she bought especially for tonight. I give her a once over as she stands, sliding her hands down her white skin tight dress to ease out the wrinkles. “Damn girl.” I say, making her eyes snap to mine. Hers widen while giving me the same once over.

“Okay, who are you and where is my best friend Dawn?” she exclaims before a beautiful blinding smile appears on her face.

I roll my eyes at her antics. “Hardy har har. You’re so funny.” I nervously look down at my body wondering if this is too much or too revealing. I mean I’m basically wearing underwear to a Halloween party. One mishap and I could flash the entire school. Just what I need, not.

Becca must see my concern because she steps up to me. “Dawn. You look good. Better than good. You look hot as fuck. Every guy at that party will be drooling and begging to talk to you. Don’t worry. You’re going to have fun and let loose. Fuck Garrett and Sarah. Tonight, is about having fun.” She reaches for my hands, giving them a squeeze. “Also, don’t be mad but I got you something today.” She starts bouncing on her tippy toes before rushing to her closet and grabbing a box. She places it on her bed and waves me over. I do as she says wanting to get this over with. I still have a bigger problem to solve, like finding my stalker before midnight.

She pushes the box in my direction as I sit next to it. I slowly open the lid expecting some type of glitter bomb or something. She’s done it before. When I fully open the box, a beautiful pair of bright blood red thigh high boots matching Becca’s sit inside. Next to it a little red pitchfork lays. I smile. “Becca you shouldn’t have.”

“I had too. I knew if I didn’t get you a cute pair of shoes you would wear something like tennis shoes or combat boots with your outfit. Sorry bitch, not on my watch. Plus, the pitchfork was needed. You’re the sexist fucking devil I’ve ever seen.” I roll my eyes at her comment. Sexy maybe but I feel like a damn stripper. I pull on the boots, noting that they are indeed long enough to reach my thighs and finally stand. “Dawn, babe if I wasn’t totally team dick, I would be all over you.” She winks before turning toward the bathroom and heading to the mirror.

I follow behind after a minute. Facing the mirror with her we stare at each other. Angel and devil. Ironic since everyone thinks I’m the good girl out of everyone. Yeah, Becca is more adventurous on the outside but if people knew what I wanted or was like behind a closed door they would think my outfit is fitting. “Here, final touch.” Becca hands me a tube of lipstick. I take the tube, popping open the lid and grinning when I see my new favorite color. Blood red.

I decided to leave my phone in my room tonight. One because I had absolutely nowhere to put it. Second, I have a feeling my stalker could track me somehow. I’ll have to go through my phone and see if anything seems out of place.

As we walk through campus to get to Greek row, I keep my eyes open for anyone following or watching. I had a feeling with it being Halloween that it would be hard to spot my admirer. Everyone around us is dressed up. The women half naked like Becca and I, wanting to flaunt what their mama gave them. The guys are either in masks or dressed half naked, just to get the female population's attention. I’m starting to regret coming out when we finally reach the party. I look up at the giant three-story white colony looking house.

Music blares out of open windows and the front door. Strobes lights can be seen flashing from here while Halloween decorations are spread out across the front of the house and yard. I stand there a bit stunned as people seem to be overflowing from the inside. People dancing, or what they consider dancing, can be seen everywhere. I’m pretty sure I see a couple fucking in the shadows on the side of the house. Becca grabs my hand and begins to drag me towards the utter chaos swaying her hips to the music as she goes.

I feel so out of place. I try to wrap my hand around my stomach, feeling so exposed. What is so appealing about this? As we enter the front door the smell of sweat, stale beer, and overwhelming scent of heavy perfume assaults my senses. I gag, I can’t help it as Becca continues to pull me through the crowd. Bodies rub up against my own as we squeeze through the masses until we reach a small clearing in what looks like the kitchen.

It’s confirmed when Becca finally stops, turns, then proceeds to lean towards me. “What do you wanna drink?” She yells over the music. I shrug in return not knowing what they even have. “I’ll get you the Punch. It’s yummy.” I nod in agreement. While she is grabbing us drinks, I take a second to take another look around trying to spot anyone watching me too closely. My eyes clash with a pair of shit brown and that gagging feeling returns. Garretts eyes me up and down from across the room, then gives me a wolfish grin. Gross.

I turn just in time for Becca to return, handing me a red solo cup filled with a red fruit punch looking drink. I sniff the contents and scrunch up my nose in disgust. “What is this?” Raising my voice to be heard over the pounding bass.

“It’s Party Punch. No one knows what’s in it. Everyone brings a drink and they all get added to the bowl. So, fruit juice, and a shit ton of alcohol. Just drink. After the first one you won’t taste the rest.” She laughs as she takes a drink of her own. Deciding I need to loosen up a little, I take a big gulp. My taste buds explode as I swallow the concoction. It’s stronger but doesn’t taste as bad as it smells.

We stand here for a few more minutes. Becca looking for her boy toy over the crowd and me watching and waiting for my stalker. The song changes and Becca perks up like a damn prairie dog. “Oh my god. I love this song. Let's dance.” She grabs my hand and tugs.

“Becca no plea-“ I try to protest.

She whips around and glares at me. “You said you would try and have fun. Please Dawn. For me?” Her glare melts into begging puppy dog eyes making my shoulders sag in defeat. She spins on her heel knowing I can’t deny that look and pulls me further into the crowd.

When we reach the middle, I’m surrounded by hot sweaty bodies bumping and grinding on each other. Everyone is in heavy face makeup or masks. Costumes ranging from scary to sexy. Becca spins in a circle, hands in the air and starts swaying her hips to the music. “Dawn, relax. Drink, dance and have a little fun. You deserve it. Plus, every male in the room is staring at you. I’m jealous.” I roll my eyes at her comment and start to move my own body to the music as I continue to watch my surroundings.

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