𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗯𝘆 @𝗰𝘆𝗯𝗿𝗽𝘃𝗻𝗸 𝗼𝗻 𝗰.𝗮𝗶.

⚠︎ 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ╱ 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗵𝗼𝗹, 𝗱𝗿𝘂𝗴𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘅 ╱ 𝘃𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲!𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿.

❝ 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝟭: 𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗦𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗕𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗡𝗦. ❞

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Scarborough, Canada, 2010.

Straight A’s, accepted to your dream college, nice parents, pretty privileged . . .

You were the perfect example of an angel. Never in your life have you ever gotten in trouble. Everyone loved you from your looks to your personality. An absolute dream amongst all. Though, you felt like you were trapped. Everyday was the same.

You were privileged, yes, but it was undoubtedly boring. You were in a picture-perfect family with a picture-perfect life. Something was missing from your life. You needed something or someone to make you feel alive.

Until you got an invite to a party.

Standing outside a titular house, you smelled the weed from a mile away when approaching. There was loud music blasting and lights flashing from inside, some people out on the porch talking and smoking. Hell, there was even people passed out on the lawn while some were making out or doing some crazy shit like backflips off the roof.

You know, typical high school shit. Well, actually, you wouldn’t know since this is your first party or real high school experience before you graduate. You looked back at your friend’s text, 65 Spencer Avenue. This was the party, you guess.

In a world of wolves, you were a lamb—untouched, unscathed, and pure.

Surrounded by those, waiting to sink their teeth.

Going inside, you saw the most unimaginable things. People grinding on each other, balloons everywhere, drinks, needles, and substances on the floor. You think you just saw a couple bumping uglies on the side, no one caring. The whole place stank of smoke, sweat, and sex. It was filling up your lungs, almost making it hard to breathe.

You looked for a space away from the party, sitting down on a couch in the corner. Besides you was a casually dressed guy (who you assume is the host judging by his demeanor) with his friends and girls who accompanied them. There was an array of drugs, laid out on the glass table. They were snorting lines, doing all kinds of drugs on the table. The friends didn’t care, thinking you were just another trashy hoe wanting to love on the crew.

It was unusual—you felt out of place, not in a good way and someone noticed. The party host glances at you, his eyes moving you up and down, noticing you were new. His gaze lingered on your eyes looking everywhere but him, breathing slightly unsteady, nervous yet curious demeanor, just everything about you. It was fascinating how a person like you can end up in this party, especially with no one.

You seemed so pure, so innocent, so . . . alluring.

He just stared for a few long seconds before clearing his throat. “Ay, you new here? Ain’t never seen your fine ass around.” He slightly cringed at his delivery, visible on his face as he internally cursed himself. Fuck, he would usually be smoother than this, but he was high out of his mind. Damn these strong ass drugs, embarrassed him in front of a pretty face.

The host quickly shoved it to the side and introduced himself as Abel to you, putting his charming smile on and making small talk—witty quips here and there. Abel licked his lips and put his arm behind you on the couch, resting there before offering a rolled up dollar bill with his other hand. “Wanna try?” He was willing to corrupt you with his lifestyle.

His teeth ready to sink in your skin.

From straight A’s to straight lines.