Chapter 3

*****Faye's POV*****

"You look hot as always! After a long shower, some makeup and hair rollers boom! You look stunning!" Michael approves as I exit the bathroom wearing the hot pink short dress he had begged me to wear tonight.

I guess I did look better than usual when I made more of an effort... I spent my life in dusty aprons and unbrushed hair.

"Oh thats the taxi outside, let's go!" Michael rushes around grabbing the last of his things as I remember to quickly stuff the small burner phone into my handbag...

Who knows what that terrifying man would do to me if I lost it...

Michael locks the apartment door as we rush down the steps to meet the Uber. I take in his outfit which consisted of sleek black trousers, a white tucked in shirt and black loafers making him look fresh.

I could only smile knowing he had made the upmost effort in order to impress this college man... even if I didn't think too highly of their 'relationship' so far.

We hop in the car, as I decide to text the scary man the address of the party from my phone - showing only a few moments later as 'read'.

The man was very blunt and harsh... and yet something inside me enjoyed that quality about him... it was almost... exciting.

"Let's take a selfie!" I turn to smile in Michaels photo as he fixes his short blonde curly hair before taking the photo and posting it to his Instagram account.

"Do I look good?" Michael asks seriously, as I nod and study his appearance one last time.

He was seriously a good looking and well put together guy...not to mention he had the most perfect skin! He looked amazing and for being twenty-one he was totally in his prime.

If those awful people from high school could only see him now they would eat their words... he was gorgeous! Hence why he attracted the 'straight' football and basketball players whenever we went anywhere.

The stories he told me about his dating life could be enough to write a book... but the sad thing was... all he wanted deep down was real love. Someone to love him and not be ashamed to show it...

"You look sexy as fuck Mike!" I nod and confirm, as he grins.

It isn't long before we start driving by the mansion style homes, before we soon come to a halt outside a large cream building, showing many drunk people partying inside and on the front lawn.

We thank the driver before hopping out, and making our way towards the front door. We enter, whilst immediately being greeted by shots as we do so, which we chuck back two or three of, and dance our way inside.

"Let's get drunk bitch!" Michael screams excitedly, as I laugh and follow him further into the crowded home.

Music blasts as people dance and party throughout the stunning house as I gape at the expensive decor surrounding us...

We halt at the open plan kitchen, helping ourselves to the free drinks, before we scan the area - looking for anyone that we might recognise from school...

"I don't see any of them here do you?" Michael leans down amongst the loud music to ask as I shake my head.

"Nope I think we're good!" I nod with a smile, as he hits his cup off mine and we begin to drink... possibly a little too quickly...

"Ok where's my man?!" Michael finishes his drink, before pulling out his phone whilst pouring us both another with his free hand.

"What's he saying to you?" I question, being nosey as he grins.

"He told me to meet him in one of the rooms downstairs... I said I will after I finish my drink with you!" We hit cups again before swinging back the drinks as though they were shots.

"I can feel this shit going to my head already!" I state the obvious, as Michael agrees and laughs.

We continue to drink a little more, before Michael grows anxious and begins to shuffle.

"Just go down already you'll be fine! You have my number if you need me!" I encourage him, slurring slightly in the process as he laughs.

"You'll be ok?" He checks, as I nod and salute him dramatically.

"I always make friends when you leave you know that!" I state, before he dashes off towards the stairs in an instant causing me to laugh.

I decide to pull out my phone, gasping slightly when seeing I already had eight missed calls!

Shit...

I click to call the number back, saved under 'The Hot Criminal' as I giggle at my choice of name when it begins to ring in my ear.

"Where the fuck are you?!" The tone slices through the phone harshly as my mouth pops open in disgust.

"Excuse me? I didn't even need to pick up your little phone and keep it safe for you now did I? I could have flushed it down the toilet or... or I could have put it in the trash! Or even smashed it up with a hammer! Maybe you should be a tiny bit more thankful that I kept it safe for you!" My drunken state gets the better of me, as I ramble back.

"I'm parked outside! Fucking come out and say that shit to my face princess! Let's see how brave you are then!" He grits out, evidently enraged, as I release a giggle.

"No how about... we play a game!" I announce, pouring myself yet another drink.

"Fuck off!" He yells, as I laugh again at his reaction.

"I'll hide somewhere in the house... and if you can find me within fifteen minutes... I'll give you the little phone back... and If not... I'll destroy it!" I grin at the idea, hopping off from my current seat before staggering towards the stairs with my cup.

"I'm going to fuck you up when I find you!" He roars at me through the call as I pull the phone away from my ear.

"Good luck!" I sing back, before pressing the red button to end it.

I smile in triumph as I stumble up the steps, saying hi and smiling at random people as I pass. I speed up my steps remembering that a big scary guy was now coming in here to hunt me down as I race through the hallway laughing.

Shit but where will I hide? I pass by many doors, before deciding to pick one at random... finding an empty bedroom.

I decide to sit on the bed, getting comfortable before finishing my drink. I wonder if Michaels having a good time downstairs... and on that note, the door swings open revealing a drunk couple as they stumble in with their mouths attached, taking a few moments before they hear my gasp and pull away noticing me on the bed...

"Faye?" The high pitch tone rips out from the female, as she turns to the guy in amusement, causing my drunken heart to sink.

What did I ever do to deserve this... Not Sophie and Calvin... I would have rather anybody but these two!

"Hi... I was uh... just leaving..." I stand with a stagger, trying to force through a smile as they continue to glance at one another before laughing.

"Jeez we have not seen you in a very long time have we? So what are you now? Some sort of alcoholic it seems?" Sophie giggles again taking in my drunken state, as they both move to block me from getting to the door.

"Small world right... I need to go though my friends waiting for me..." I nervously laugh again, before my cup suddenly flys from my hand - the remnants splashing up and over me.

"Oops..." Sophie shrugs, as Calvin laughs at her action.

"P-please... I need to go now." My mind begins to race in a panic, as Calvin takes a slow step towards me now - effortlessly towering over my 5'2 frame.

"Nah we want you to stay and catch up with us." Calvin grins, shoving my shoulder playfully to move me backwards into the room...

"Yeah stay! Let's catch up!" Sophie claps her hands, before taking a step to shove my other shoulder.

I attempt to rush past them towards the door but they grab me and shove me back into the room.

"We said fucking stay here!" I suddenly land on the floor with a thump, hitting my head against the solid wood floor.

"S-Stop..." The tears come next, as the High School flashbacks begin to rush in.

They nearly killed me once... and I don't doubt they will try it again...