Chapter 10 is hey-re! Hope everyone is having a great Christmas break (to those who have one)! Thanks for over the 350 reads on the book guys!
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Chapter 10: Take My Love? Ha! Let the mother f. ‘n games begin!
RIVYN’S P.O.V
Talk about guest room!
I gasped as I stepped into where I was staying. It was about the same size of Brian’s room, six times bigger than my kitchen at home. The king size bed had a fur blanket over top and cashmere pillows that made me squeal in glee.
“How comforting,” I sighed as I rolled on the bed. My body sunk into the soft mattress, melting me completely. It’s like all my problems were gone… disintegrating into this amazing bed…..
The pop of a beer bottle made me jump from my skin. I peered over to the door and managed to hear laughter coming from Brian’s room. Probably partying with Chris right now. Ugh, how animalistic.
I headed straight to my bathroom and took a hot long shower, the liquid shooting out like jets as it bounced onto my naked skin. I could never imagine getting this kind of comfort back home. I wonder what Aunt Darby was doing. I stepped out and slipped into a fuzzy white bathrobe that hung from the door and got my suitcase from under the bed.
Unzipping it open, I realized that all my pyjamas were old looking and torn. I didn’t want Mrs. Daniels thinking I was an unfortunate poor child so I put on my expensive silky pyjama dress that I only wore in front of my mirror. I wonder she’ll think of me now? I loved it when I pissed Brian off, it was hilarious to watch him not get what he wants.
Drying my hair well, I noticed the bathroom mirrors were still pretty foggy. With my cold finger, I drew on the mirror, writing down my name in cursive and a picture of a little boy and girl. The boy was frantically running away with the most scared look on his face while the girl was chasing him with a chainsaw with an evil grin.
I have to say, I’m not that bad of an artist.
BRIAN’S P.O.V.
Is that a birdie?
I took another swing of the bottle, drowning my problems with the intense liquid as it burned down my throat.
“Brian, I think that’s enough.”
I cackled and drank until it was empty. “No way, hos-eh.” I threw the alcohol on the ground, the glass landing on my bed. “Hundred more to go, blubbers!” I was about to reach for another bottle but a hand stopped me.
“Brian, I think there’s a better solution out there than drinking away your problems,” suggested Chris, his bottle not even half empty yet.
I left my arm around Chris’s shoulder, leaning my weight on him. “See that bird on the wall?”
He looked at where I was pointing with a confused look. “What bird?”
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