Show Me Your Soul

What happens if life throws you off track? What if someone asks you to trust him, even though you know nothing about him? Would you trust him?
Cecily Martesse is a normal student in her second year at college. Just when the next normal semester starts, she meets Ace - a handsome boy that throws her life upside down. Compelled by his words, his voice, his behavior, she finds herself getting dragged into a world full of secrets, unfaithfulness and deceit.
Just when she hears some devastating news about her brother, she has to face things she never knew she could endure.
A story about love, trust and friendship. Rated Mature for adult language and hot love scenes.


14. The Frat Party



~ Frat party ~





Back at home, I heard some noises as I opened the front door.

What the–? Why was everyone shouting?!

I waltzed in our living room just to see Noah standing there, cheeks flushed red and in a heavy discussion with Dad.

“Why don’t you take the money from Susan?! She’s here and she would gladly offer you any amount!”, Noah shouted.

“I won’t take money from my sister-in-law! You need to get a job and start taking responsibilities!”, Dad yelled back.

“I can’t, don’t you get it?! I tried and they all know about my stay in jail! What should I do? My boss at the computer shop fired me before I could even explain why I was in jail!”

“Calm down, guys!” I sat down. No one greeted me or took notice of me appearing through the door. “What’s gotten into you?”

They were quiet for a moment.

“Noah, I won’t ask your aunt, just forget it. I already work almost day and night because of you and the mess you’ve drawn us into, so the least you could do is to be silent and grateful”, Dad said, at least a little quieter.

Noah took a deep breath and his voice turned ice cold. “You’re always like that. Every time I make some mistakes, you hold it against me forever. Stefan was always the perfect son: good grades, good friends, good wife and I was the troublemaker. The burden. This is what you really think, isn’t it? Isn’t it?!”

Dad hesitated. His eyes were blazing, his cheeks just as red as Noah’s. “You are my son, and I love you. Even if I would try not to love you, I couldn’t do it. It’s in my nature. But after everything you’ve done, I can assure you if I wasn’t your father I would not want to have anything to do with you at all.”

Ouch. I glanced at Dad and even Mom gave him an aghast look. That was harsh. I looked over to Noah and he was speechless. Color vanished from his face and his lips were getting thinner.

“And if I weren’t in such a fucked up situation, I wouldn’t even speak to you at all!”, he yelled and slammed the front door behind him.

Silence filled the room. I opened my mouth to tell them he hadn’t meant it yet the words seemed dull.

I went upstairs and found Marlene curled up in my room, headphones plugged in her ears. As I noticed her dark-rimmed eyes, I laid next to her.

“A-are they still f-fighting?”, she sobbed and a sting coursed through my chest.

“No, Noah left. But I’m sure he’ll be back soon”, I said with conviction I didn’t feel. Yet I knew my brother. He’d always go outside doing God knows what and come back.

And I was right. He came back – at midnight, stumbling over the small table in the hallway. He was drunk and the heavy smell of pot was in his clothes.

He grinned, his eyes telling me to keep it a secret. Good that I was getting so used to them.


There was still a tense atmosphere at home the next day. Noah woke up late in the afternoon, looking like a hobo with his unshaved and unwashed face and acting like one as well. It had been enough to cause another fight between him and Dad.

Before my sister could turn into an emotional mess, I went with her to the cinema. Even dinner afterward since none of us wanted to return just in case they were still fighting. We stayed until the sun was setting, ordering too much at the end. At least Marlene was happy. She kept chirping about her school and friends and I gladly needed the distraction.

I paid and we headed back home. Fighting wasn’t over, except this time with Mom. About his loft in New York and the friends he was hanging out with, apparently. I tried to talk to him and at the end we shouted at each other.

I closed the door to my room, needing my four walls to cool down otherwise our home would’ve been turned into a battlefield. I could hear him yell until Mom started crying and locked herself up in her room. Next thing I heard was the engine of Mom’s car, right after Noah waltzed out of this house.

Great. My head was pounding as I texted Alex to be here ASAP. I needed to get the hell away from here. This party seemed like the best distraction I could get now and I couldn’t wait to get there.

I ripped my closet open and went for a plain crème-colored dress. Short and tight as hell since it belonged to Cassy but with some black tights, it was less… slinky? I didn’t care.

I walked along the hallway and heard my sister’s muffled cries. Anger dwelled up inside my guts. I whirled around and hammered against my parent’s bedroom door.  “Maman, I know you’re upset because of Noah but open the door!”, I shouted.

Shutting herself up and letting Marlene cry wasn’t doing anyone any good. I knew I was being selfish but I was tired – and fed up. She came out.

“Marlene’s crying”, I said without preamble.

“Well, I can’t blame her. Your brother–”

“I don’t care about Noah. Just go to her and tell her everything will be fine. Watch a movie or whatever.”

I was being harsh. And I hated myself for it. But I couldn’t handle any more of this.

I heard Alex’s car in our driveway when I headed to the front door. The wall clock read ten past eleven. Perfect timing.

Alex looked gorgeous: She curled her black hair neatly, her big eyes seemed to glow underneath the mascara. Her curvy hips flexed in all the right places when she got out of her car.

I whistled. “Wow, Alex, you look hot. All of that because of Paul Kim. If you don’t get his number tonight, I’ll kill you.”

She laughed softly. “Thanks. You look hot, too. I’ve never seen you wearing that dress before.” She scanned me from head to toe, spinning me around so she could examine every angle of my new look.

“I’s Cassy’s actually.” I pointed at the hem. “It’s a little too short.”

Alex grinned wickedly. “That dress is definitively not too short. And if anything, you shouldn’t have worn those tights. Your legs slay.”

I bumped her rips with my elbow, smiling.


Okay, frat parties weren’t like any other parties I’d ever gone to. Nor was it like in movies. It was worse. Really worse. I’d never seen so many people gathered at a house. There were people already wasted in the garden, puking their guts out or heavily making out which made me want to puke.

No way did Paul know all these people. I recognized a few faces from the hospital, but most of them were unfamiliar.

We entered the house and had already two red cups placed in our hands. Wow, that was fast. I put the cup back at the table and tried to orientate in the dim room. The music was loud and the scenes outside were repeated here.

The smell of sweat and alcohol was reaching my nostrils when we searched for him. Soon, I found Paul sitting on the couch… opposite to Karen, and a few other guys. One of them seemed familiar but I forgot his name. Terrence? Taylor? Whatever.

I smiled. “Hey Paul. Nice party”, I lied, mainly to start a conversation.

“Cecily. Good to see you.” His eyes wandered to Alex and I saw a flicker in them. Nice.

“Paul, this is Alex, a friend of mine. Alex, Paul.”.

He tilted his head. “Are you a med student? I’ve never seen you in the teaching hospital.”

“No, I study Korean language”, she answered proudly.

His dark eyes seemed to glow at that. He pointed at the empty spot next to him so we sat down.

He smiled, turning his gaze back to Alex. “Drink?”, he asked.

“Please”, she said while I shook my head.

He disappeared shortly and came back with two bottles of beer.

“Korean, huh? How come?”

She shrugged. “TV and music, I guess? Their culture had always fascinated me in high school.”

They kept chatting about her studies and her trip to Seoul. Once they started talking in Korean, I noted my sign to leave them. Also because of the view of Karen sitting on some guy’s lap was just a matter of time before they would make out.

“I’ll be right back”, I said to Alex who just nodded briefly, her eyes glued to Paul Kim.

Shaking my head, I made my way to the kitchen. I searched for something other than liquor but it was no use. Just as I closed the fridge door I found Karen leaning against the door frame, eyeing me like a cat.

“Nice dress you’re wearing, Cecily.” She scanned me from head to toe. That didn’t mean something good. Karen and I never talked to each other let alone exchange compliments.

I forced a smile and bit back a comment about her slutty, transparent dress.

 “I wanted to ask you something”, she continued. Oh boy. If this was leading to another Stay-away-from-Ace-speech, I might rip off her fake blond hair.

“Is Ace taken? I’ve heard that there was a girl he had a fight with, recently.”

So she was here to hear gossip.

I shrugged one shoulder.

“Oh come on, you have to know something”, she giggled.

“Go and ask him if you want any information.” And good luck with that.

She wanted to reply something, but Melissa came by, giggling too. “Come on, Karen. Oh, Cecily!” Okay, alcohol clearly made people friendlier.

She locked her arms into mine. “You need to come, too.”

“Why the hell–?” Before I could continue, they ushered me back to the couch in the living room. For someone that skinny they were pretty strong. I scanned the room for Alex and saw that she and Paul weren’t here anymore.

But some guys I didn’t know perched on the floor, a bottle of tequila or vodka in their hands and their dull talks hanging in the air. I rolled my eyes and spotted to my infinite horror Ace standing at the other end of the room. Leaning against the wall with his arms crossed so that his biceps flexed distractingly, he was talking to someone. I considered walking straight back to the kitchen but as his lips touched his cup, his eyes locked with mine.

For a second they widened, even though the rest of his face remained expressionless. He emptied his cup, his gaze traveling up my body and licked the liquor from his bottom lip. Now I wished I’d put on something longer.

“Here”, Karen chirped, handing me a shot. “Drink up. You need to open up a bit!”

“She doesn’t drink.” Ace’s voice rang in my ears as he sat down His tone was matter-of-fact but a hint of a lopsided grin was on his face. Like he was challenging me.

Arrogant asshole. If he wanted to push it, fine. I came here to have fun tonight. And I wouldn’t survive his presence if I stayed sober.

I brought the shot to my lips and emptied it in one gulp, my eyes fixed on Ace’s.

I tried not to cough when the stinging scent filled my mouth. Yeah, I was a lightweight with liquor but, ugh, vodka just tasted awful. As if it was burning my throat, yet I didn’t let any trace flush across my face.

Karen and Melissa giggled at my attempt to hide a little hiccup, and refilled my glass.

“Here”, Karen said and basically shoved it down my throat. Heat was rising in my chest and I could feel my body relaxing. Exactly what I needed.

I took the tequila bottle a guy on the floor was holding and took a sip. “You should stop”, Ace said, his voice void of humor. “Unless you want to get drunk.”

I opened my mouth, but Melissa was faster. “A bit alcohol doesn’t hurt”, she chirped. “Let the girl have a little fun.” Damn right, Melissa. I came to have fun. Besides, why would he care if I got drunk or not.
It turned out to be actually fun talking to Karen and Melissa. We giggled and played a game whose rules I had forgotten after a fifth (or sixth?) gulp of tequila.

I didn’t even know what we were giggling about, but it didn’t matter. They were talking about their boyfriends or friends with benefits or some guys they had a hookup lately. No idea.

Yet I gladly heard some of their nonsense. It was such a change to the usual topics at home. Such an alternation to talks about jail, about debts, about problems, about anything unfunnysome. I was too drunk to contemplate if unfunnysome was even a word.


“Mmmm…?” Karen apparently had said something. “What did you say?”

“I asked if you had a boyfriend.”

“No. I’m available.” I grinned, hoping that my voice wasn’t that loud. A few guys turned their heads to my direction.

“Really?”, Karen said and there was something in her voice. “Ever had one before?”

I sighed. “Yeah, I had one in high school. He was an idiot, actually. I was glad when it was over. It simply didn’t work out after–”

I shut my mouth closed, wishing the whole Brian-thing hadn’t been brought up. Against my better judgement, I looked at Ace. His face was expressionless, only a muscle on his jaw popped up, meaning he was pissed. Fantastic.

“You never talked about him”, he said, eyes narrowing on me.

I shrugged my shoulders. “You never asked.”

He put his cup to his mouth to take a sip when I saw a flash of a grin behind it.

“After what?”, Karen pressed, and then clapped her hands. “Oooooh, after you slept with him?!”

“Naaah, I’ve never slept–” My cheeks flamed and bit my tongue before I could say something completely embarrassing. What the hell was wrong with me? Babbling about my virginity at a party was so not clever.

She and Melissa started laughing. “You’re a virgin?!”, they shouted in unison.

Okay, now almost everyone turned their heads to us, the girls giggling, the guys lurking from the corners of the room. Okay, this was far beyond embarrassing. Mumbling something about needing some air, I got up and disappeared out of the room.  

My head was spinning, the front door somehow moving. Or was I moving? I didn’t know. Just as I arrived at the corridor, my phone buzzed. I didn’t bother to look at it now. I was not in a state to talk to someone. It was probably just Mom, annoying me when I’d be back home.

They all just annoyed me.

I decided to go upstairs, hopefully to find a quiet room to doze off, eventually. Or a bathroom to throw up. How many rooms were upstairs? There must be at least ten rooms on this floor. Maybe even twenty but my vision was starting to blur.

I wanted to go to the closest room next to the stairs, but after hearing a loud “Yes, Connor, faster! Oh, yes!”, I decided to go to another one.

It was a dim and large room with a big bed in the middle and several cups and bottles placed on a sideboard. Some guys had been here. Well, now it was empty and quiet here, so I opened my purse and looked at my phone.

1 missed call.

The screen was blurring, but I focused as much as I could. It was a number I didn’t know, but he or she left a voicemail. I pressed the phone against my ear and recognized immediately Noah’s voice. “Cecily! It’s me – Noah. I-I don’t know how to tell you that, but um the police caught me driving while I was drunk. Yeah, I know, I’m a dumbass.” There was a pause. “I’m in jail. Please don’t tell Dad or Mom. Can you get the money in the closet in my room? I’m sorry for putting you through this, believe me, b-but I–” I hung up.

Breathing a couple of times, I listened to the noise coming from outside this room.

I looked at the bottles on the sideboard.

I need something strong. Very strong.

Grabbing the tequila bottle, I took a sip and banished the thought of who might have drunken from it. The taste was disgusting. Absolutely disgusting. But I needed to forget what I just heard. After mixing some energy drinks in a cup, I emptied what was left in the bottle.

No, Noah. I was not coming. I was not your sister for now. I was nobody’s sister, daughter, babysitter or savior.

I was just Cecily.

I took off my shoes, released my hair from my hair tie and laid on the comfy mattress. I want to cry but the tears wouldn’t come. Besides, crying was pointless. It wouldn’t bring Noah out of jail or mend the relationship between him and Dad or get him a job. Crying was just pointless. Yet, deep down, I wanted to.

I looked at my watch and saw it was almost midnight. I should call Alex and go home, but my eyelids were too heavy and I fell asleep, forgetting for a moment what was happening around me.

Forgetting just everything.

Until someone came in and woke me up with the impact of the slamming door. “Huh, who are you?”, a tall guy asked, walking with a bottle in his hand to the bed. His cheeks were a dark shade of pink and smelled like something foul from the distance.

My dress had skidded up, showing my panties showing beneath the thin material of my tights. I sat up, lowering the bottom of my dress. My head was pounding. Even more when I got up.

“Sorry, I just felt dizzy… and tired…” I still didn’t feel steady on my feet.

“Huh, I can see that.” His voice was gruff. He took a step closer to me which put me on the alert almost instantly.  

“You can sit down and stay here for a while”, he offered with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

I shook my head. “Thanks. But I gotta go.” I started to walk past him as a hand firmly grabbed my arm.

“I didn’t mean it as an offer.”

“What the–”

Brusquely, he pushed me and I landed with my back on the mattress. My head was spinning and my vision clouded from the impact.

“Don’t be so hasty”, he said quietly, climbing on top of me.

Panic leaped my throat and I tried to get up, but he wrapped his hands around my arms like iron cuffs.

“Get away from me!” My voice was shaking, like the rest of my body. As I started kicking him with my feet, he just laughed. A pure malicious laugh. He pushed himself more against me, keeping me still with his strong legs and arms.

One hand travelled down my body, squeezing my breast and feeling my body up until he reached my tights. The sound of his moan was all I needed to feel the urge of throwing up. I felt sick and I wanted to scream until my lungs would burst out. Hot, burning tears welled up my eyes. My muscles ached the more I resisted. “No!”, I yelled when he wrapped his fingers around my tights and ripped them off me, my kicks only helping him.

I tried to get up but he shoved my head back on the bed, pinning my arms over my head.

“Help!”, I screamed with all my force. “Help! Hel–” He pressed his cold hand against my mouth, his other hand tightening around my wrist that I thought he was about to break my bone. Tears drenched my face, even his hand but his black eyes remained unimpressed.

“It’s always like that with you bitches”, he said, running his hand along my leg and wrapping his fingers around my panties.

“No!”, I tried to scream but only muffled sounds came out.

“No one can hear you, you little bitch. Now come on, this could be fun.” He bent his head down, running his nose and lips against my neck, his stinging breath against my skin. “You smell nice.”

No! I don’t want this… I don’t want this. I don’t want this. I don’t want this!

One last time, I tried to scream but it was useless. Just as hope was about to leave me, the door burst open. The room filled with brightness from the hallway.  

“What the fuck–?, he growled. Seconds later, he got lifted from him lifted from me and was slammed against the wall.

My body was rigid and I gathered oxygen to my lungs. The fear of him returning made my blood ice-cold, but as I got up all I saw was Ace standing there, one hand on this guy’s t-shirt, the other around his throat, pressing him against the wall. He didn’t say anything for a while but I could see that his grip was choking him.

“If you ever touch her again, I’ll fucking kill you. If I see you looking at her again, I’ll destroy you.” Ace didn’t wait for him to answer when he threw a punch in his jaw. He stumbled backwards and landed with his back on the floor of the hallway. Other guys – his friends – gathered and helped him get up. Ace cracked his knuckles, his eyes fixed on them. I couldn’t see his face but there must’ve been something that made those people disappear without a fuss.

Ace closed the door and locked it. We were alone.

My feet felt like rubber. I was shaking uncontrollably until I gave in and slid down on the floor. I could feel his touch everywhere, even his saliva on my neck. I wiped it away, feeling sick to the core.

I flinched when Ace slammed his fist against the door.

He turned around, his look as murderous as ten seconds ago. Like he was about to do the same thing he did to that guy to me. His tugged his hair in frustration. “Cecily, why the hell weren’t you outside? I’ve spent the last twenty minutes looking for you everywhere!”

“I-I got tired…”, I said weakly and couldn’t hold it anymore. The tears floated and I couldn’t stop them. A little hiccup escaped my mouth as I tried to stop them but it was no use. I must’ve looked hideous but I didn’t care. I couldn’t see anything through my tears but I noted Ace kneeling in front of me, gently wrapping his fingers around my wrists. One could still see marks of his grips on my skin.

“Did he hurt you?”, he breathed, his voice low.

I just couldn’t stop crying. My hands were shaking and my sobs almost choking me.

“Cecily, did he hurt you?”, he pressed, his fingers… trembling?

“No, Ace! You hurt me! You, you, you!”, I sobbed. “Y-You hurt me when you’re mean to me. You hurt me when you made me feel like a worthless piece of shit, you hurt me every time you call me ‘Cecily’–!”

I couldn’t speak further, I just continued crying.

“Stop, please stop crying.” He almost whispered, wiping my tears away with his thumbs. Please wasn’t something Ace said lightly so I figured it must’ve cost him quite an effort.

Something in his voice made me stop. I put my hand against my forehead, feeling heat stream off my body. Mumbling something about “thirsty”, I tried to get up but Ace gently pushed me back.

“Here”, he said and gave me one of the cups that were standing on the sideboard.

“I need water, not vodka.”

“It’s water. It’s mine. I put it there before throwing that asshole off you.”

My throat felt better after a few sips. The rest not. My eyes were burning and swollen.

Ace’s face was giving nothing away. Was he angry? Annoyed? Amused? I couldn’t tell. He was studying my face intensely, probably to tease me how hideous I had been, afterwards. This whole night was so embarrassing, ridiculous and ironic that it was almost funny.

No, it was really funny. Maybe it was because of my exhaustion, or crappy family problems or the alcohol, but I actually started laughing. Again tears welled up, but this time because of my laughs.

Ace just stared at me without lifting the corners of his mouth. Such a party pooper. He should laugh, too. He just had seen me hit rock bottom. Surely, he must enjoy the view of me being pathetic.

“What’s so funny?”

“Me! And my crappy life!”, I said and continued giggling. “I mean, look at me! I’m disgusting. I’m drunk. I almost got raped and I wanted to drink a lot more just to forget about my brother being in jail!”

His eyes went wide. “Yeah, Noah’s in jail! For drinking while driving – irony at its finest, right? His sister is not any better.” I couldn’t stop laughing. “Wanna hear the biggest joke? Something I didn’t tell anyone. He was in jail three months ago. And when he got out, we thought this nightmare was over, but he can’t get any job to pay his fricking debts!” This was just too funny.

Slowly, my laughs faded. The room was dead quiet. Ace didn’t say anything. He simply didn’t care, I guessed. I leaned forward and looked into his beautiful eyes, the blue pushed away by the black of his pupils, yet they seemed to glow more than ever.

“See? Crappy life. And I’m a crappy person because instead of going to him I started to drink even more.”

He was still looking at me unsmiling. I let my eyes wander to his lips. Beautiful full lips that were slightly open…

I closed my eyes and pressed my lips against his.

And a fire in me ignited.

I heard him taking in a sharp breath; he was just as surprised as me but I couldn’t stop.

His lips were soft, so soft and his breath tickled my nose as a moan escaped my mouth. At any other moment I would’ve been embarrassed to hear those sounds coming from me but right now I couldn’t care less.

His warm hands wandered up to my face, cupping my cheeks as he deepened the kiss, forcing my lips to part. His tongue swept over mine, soft and sensual.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and put me on his lap, never breaking our kiss. My hands wandered to his hair, curling his soft and thick hair around each one of my fingers.

His hand slid down my side, gripping my hip before his fingers stayed on my bare thighs.

His fingertips were dancing on my burning skin, moving higher and higher.

And I let him. I wanted him to. I wanted this with him so badly – for a long time, I realized.

He groaned from the depth of his throat, an unfamiliar sound that was so husky that it sent shivers down my spine. I wanted to hear it again.

“Cec–”, he breathed just to press his lips back on mine. I could feel every muscle in my body, even the tiniest one, contract. A burning ache traveled down my body and settled between my thighs. I was bursting with a desire and a lust that I hadn’t felt for a long time.

I pressed my chest more against him as his hands reached my back, caressing my back with an almost painful tenderness. I gave in to the feeling of his warm body, wishing he could touch me more. This stupid dress was in the way. Before I realized what I was doing, I pulled it off my head in one swift move.

I stared at his face. His mouth was swollen, his breathing quick, and his dark eyes slowly wandering along my body. A soft gasp left his mouth and his fingers splayed across my skin, like he was treasuring every inch of me.

I wish I had put on some sexy underwear and not this boring bra and, to my shock, a pair of old Snoopy panties. A sudden feeling of embarrassment overcame me and I tried to cover my chest with my forearms but he just removed them gently.

“No. I want to see you”, he murmured, bending his head down.

“So beautiful”, he panted before his lips brushed my belly. His mouth moved sensually, gently stroking my burning skin. I let out a gasp, closing my eyes.

This was intoxicating.

Tilting my head back, I let the feeling overwhelm me. Ace brought out his tongue, tracing a line to my belly button. Warmth and wetness made the rest of my skin shiver as he continued soft strokes with his magic tongue.

“Ace”, I moaned, unable to hide the lust in my voice.

He opened his mouth and bit me tenderly. “Say my name again.”

His lips moved higher, only stopping when he skipped the front of my bra. I gasped for air as he arrived between my swollen breasts.

“Say it”, he repeated, biting the top of my breast.

I groaned, “Ace…”

I felt his grin as he kissed the skin over my collarbone. “You’re so damn sexy, Cec.”

He looked up and I saw his almost black eyes that were consuming me. He kissed me and laid back so I was on top of him.

Suddenly, I felt something hard under me. Oh crap! Did I cause this? Adrenaline was pumping through every vein, and my heart beat sped up. I didn’t know if I was ready for that… here and now?

Still, deep down, I wanted to. My whole body wanted to, because–

“I love you, Ace”, I said between the kisses.

His body tensed. Abruptly, he wrested my lips from his and grabbed my shoulders.  Putting some space between us, he breathed a couple times. He looked as shocked as I felt for just having said the L-word. But I could feel it.

“Don’t say that”, he said, sitting up.

“Why? It’s the truth. I’m in lo–”

No. Don’t say it”, he repeated, tugging at the roots of his hair. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re drunk and sad. This is not real. This is not you.”


“What? So, you’re basically saying that my feelings aren’t real? That I’ve been driven by alcohol to do this?” Shame returned in me as I stumbled to put my dress on.

I had never felt so naked in front of anyone.

He looked at me dead-on and his jaw was set in a hard line. “Yes. I think that.”

I turned away, blinking several times. No, he wouldn’t see me cry – ever again. I put on my shoes and started to look for my damn purse.

“Where are you going?”, he asked and stood behind me.

“To the prison. Didn’t you hear what I just told you? Or do you think that wasn’t true, either.”

Where was this fucking purse? Oh, next to the pillow. I grabbed it and tried to make my way past him, but he blocked my way with his broad body. “You can’t drive. And you certainly won’t get near to your brother in this state.”

“Shut up, that’s none of your business”, I huffed, trying vainly to go past him.

He put his hands around my arms and said, “It is. I’ll drive.”

He ushered me through the hallway, past those drunken people and we went to his car.

“Alex!”, I said remembering her. Great. I’m not only a horrible sister, I’m also a horrible friend.

“Relax, she’s with Paul, I saw her earlier. They were… busy.” Busy? With what? Oh Lord…I hope only busy with what Ace and I just did. Although we were almost…

Okay, now’s not the time for that thought. I got in his car and decided to text her later. He started the engine and typed the address in his GPS. After a couple minutes, my eyelids became heavier and heavier. This night was just too exhausting, so I closed them and finally relaxed completely. The last thing I remember was Ace saying my name but I was already too groggy to answer anything.



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