“What is this?” you asked. She laughed. “You don’t need to know, but you’ll feel great once you take it.”
Jenny might not be the wisest kid around, but she’s popular and fun to be with. You, in the other hand, weren’t quite a party girl. Sure, you have your friends and go to clubs in occasions, but you were nowhere near a party animal.
Oh well, it won’t hurt… I guess, you thought and swallowed it on one gulp with a beer.
Minutes later you started to feel its effect. Damn… I’m not used to this stuff… I should have taken a half.
Under its effect you started to lose your senses to your surroundings. You felt someone grab your waist and dance with you. Responding to the guy—and to the drug—you wrapped your arms around him.
You felt him getting closer, you felt his head on your side and felt his heat around your neck. Damn. Who’s this guy?
You tried to avoid him but he forcefully hold your arms, making you unable to move. You felt him started to force his way and kissed your shoulder, you were disgusted but were weak compare to him. Your mind was hazy. Soon you might won’t be able to defend yourself.
“Let me… GO!!” collecting whatever strength left in you, you screamed and pushed him.
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A Bon Jovi intro played loud and clear from beside you, brought you back to consciousness.
“It ain’t a song for the broken hearted~”
Half awake, you searched for your cell and turned off the alarm. Ughh… you felt nausea just from remembering the dream.
“Ez, you’re awake?” a kind voice chirped from outside your room.
“Yes mom...”
The door slide open and your mom came in.
“Happy birthday!!” she smiled and bent to give you a kiss on the cheek.
“Mom please I’m not a teen anymore!” you laughed and rolled away, hiding under your blanket.
“Oh but you’re still my daughter!” she smiled, “Here look, what I got for you.” she took out a shining jewelry from her pocket, grab your hand and placed it on your palm.
Dejavu.
You admired the bracelet in your palm, it looks antique and … very valuable. “Oh mom, thank you so much…” you whispered, “Is this… silver?”
“Darling, it’s better than silver. It’s platinum.”
Your eyes widened in shock. This must be the most expensive gift you ever had!
“Listen, Ezra. This is a family heirloom. There was a legend that it wields a mysterious power, that bracelet.” your mother winked.
Hahaha, no way.
“Mom, when I said I’m not a teen, that doesn’t mean I'm nine.” you laughed.
Your mother stood up, “Oh well... is it? Haha! Well come down stairs when you’re ready.” ^^
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