I gazed at Haze, his wicked smile twisted on his face like a grotesque work of art. The dim light in the room danced across his features, casting eerie shadows that seemed to writhe and twist like living things. I slowly lifted the sheets, and my eyes widened in horror as I took in the sight of my own naked body. The sheets seemed to slip from my grasp like a snake slithering through the grass.
"You monster!!" I screamed, my voice shattering the air like a dropped glass. I hurled the lamp at Haze with all my might, but it shattered against the wall, harmless, like a child's tantrum. The sound of shattering glass echoed through the room, a stark reminder of my own fragility.
Haze's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with malevolence like a snake's eyes gleaming in the dark. "I'm a monster, if I were a monster, I would have finished you last night," he sneered, his voice dripping with venom like a snake's fangs injecting poison into its victim. "But I didn't want to kill you without a fight. And when I say a fight, I mean killing you in front of Slavvy's eyes."
His words sent a chill down my spine, a cold wind that seemed to blow through my very soul. What did he mean? Why did he want to hurt me so badly?
"I'm sure he's going to be really hurt if he sees the girl he loves the most in this world sleeping with his ex-best friend," Haze taunted, his eyes flashing with triumph like a fireworks explosion in the night sky. "How pathetic."
I felt a wave of nausea wash over me, a sickening feeling that seemed to rise up from the depths of my stomach like a tidal wave. What had I done? How could I have been so stupid?
"What do you mean?" I stammered, trying to keep my voice steady, but it trembled like a leaf in the wind.
Haze chuckled, a cold, mirthless sound that seemed to freeze the air around us. "Oh, maybe, maybe not. I made a video of us making love to each other it has four million views in just an .
His words were a punch to the gut, a blow that seemed to knock the wind out of me. A video? He'd made a video of us? I felt like I'd been punched in the face, my mind reeling with the implications.
"Little by little, I'll destroy you too," He whispered, his eyes glinting with malice like a snake's eyes gleaming in the dark.
He turned and walked out of the room, leaving me shattered and broken like a dropped vase. I felt like I'd been ripped apart, my heart torn into a million pieces.
My hands shook, and tears welled up in my eyes like a stormy sea. I played with the enemy, drank with the devil, and here I was, paying the price. I'm so stupid.
I quickly dressed in my clothes.
"You know exactly where you'll find him," Haze said, focusing on his plate like a snake focusing on its prey. "And when you find him, remember, I'll be back very soon with my final strike."
He wouldn't, would he? I felt a chill run down my spine at the thought of Haze's final strike.
I slammed the door behind me and hailed a cab. "Take me to Slavvy's house," I said, and the driver nodded like a puppet on a string.
As we drove, I saw a picture of myself on a phone screen. The headline read: "Slut of the Year: Testimony's Sex Tape Leaked!" My heart sank, and I felt like I was going to throw up. The cab driver's eyes met mine in the rearview mirror, and I quickly looked away, humiliation burning my cheeks like a fire.
When we arrived at Slavvy's house, I paid the driver and stepped out onto the sidewalk. The front door was open, I walked in inside the house , shattered glasses filled the room ,glasses if alcohol and the smell of weed filled the atmosphere.
I slowly walked up the stairs, and on the first step, I saw a red dress lying at the bnoottom. I picked up the fabric, and the scent was very familiar - it smelled unmistakably like Ashley
As I climbed the stairs, my gaze fell upon a crimson dress draped across the bottom step. I bent to pick it up, and the fabric's scent wafted up, instantly recognizable as Ashley's
"Hey," Ashley's voice called out, and I lifted my eyes to meet her gaze in the shadows of the night.
The night before. :
Slavvy's pov :
I stood at the edge of the ocean, the waves crashing against the shore like a melancholy serenade. The salty air filled my lungs as I gazed at the endless expanse of water, the moon casting a silver glow on the waves. The night was dark and foreboding, the only sound the gentle lapping of the water against the shore.
I felt useless, a failure, a man who'd lost his purpose. Every time I tried to protect her, she slipped further away, like sand through my fingers. The thought of living without her was unbearable, a constant ache in my chest threatening to consume me.
She was my everything. Without her, life was a desolate hell, a never-ending darkness that seemed to swallow me whole. I was consumed by thoughts of her, each moment without her a sharp reminder of my failure.
Lost in my thoughts, I heard glass shatter from inside the house. Someone had invaded without my permission. My fists clenched as I walked downstairs, preparing for confrontation.
"Party time!" A voice shouted, and I rolled my eyes, irritated. The room was crowded with people, the air thick with the smell of alcohol and smoke.
"What are you doing here?" I demanded, scanning the crowd for threats.
"Dude, we haven't seen you in months, just checking if you're still alive," Jimmy said, a grin plastered across his face.
"I'm alive. Now get out," I snapped. But they didn't leave. Music blared, laughter filled the room, and chaos reigned.
Sky, the girl I hardly care about, tried to flirt with me, her eyes sparkling with amusement. Dressed in a tight red dress, she tried every trick in the book, but I was immune. My mind was elsewhere.
Then someone shouted, "Hey guys, check this out!" Handing Sky a phone. My stomach dropped as I saw a video of Testimony with Haze. My blood boiled, and I flung the phone across the room, rage burning through me.
I ran upstairs, slamming the door. My hands itched to transform, to unleash the power I'd kept in check, but before I could, the door creaked open.
It was Ashley.
"What do you want?" I asked, my voice low and dangerous.
"Why did you leave the party?" she asked, tilting her head, curiosity in her eyes.
"Leave me alone," I growled, fists clenched. I tried to restrain my anger.
She smirked, a knowing, teasing smile. "Come on, Slavvy. I know you're tense. You need to unwind."
I froze. The temptation to lash out, to throw her aside, was real—but my mind refused to be distracted. All I could think about was Tess. Testimony.
The words, the betrayal, the video—it consumed me. My anger didn't need a physical outlet. It needed focus, release, something to channel it.
Instead of giving in, I grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the counter, smashing it against the wall. Shards rained down, glass cutting into my hands, but I didn't care. The pain was a welcome relief from the emotional storm inside me.
"I've lost control," I muttered, voice raw. "I won't lose her too."
The chaos in the room didn't matter anymore. I punched the wall, my knuckles bleeding, letting every ounce of rage and heartbreak pour out. I slammed cabinets, tossed chairs, and cursed the night, the betrayal, the helplessness.
Hours passed, the party a blur behind me. I stood alone amid the wreckage of the kitchen, breathing hard. I was raw, battered, furious—but alive. The storm outside mirrored the storm within. I knew one thing with certainty: nothing and no one would stop me from finding her.