Bad News
Chapter 1 (2/3)
“If we survive?” Chance asks confused “Yes Chance dear boy, we’re going to play a little game of Russian roulette” Veronica says with a grin, she must have told everyone else because everybody is calm “most of us will die” I say and she rounds on me “Most of us want to die Kylie. Most of us have a reason. Chance, no father, mother jumps at any chance to get away from you. Kylie, you already know why” She says grinning, My mind flashes to that night. Walking into my parents room… I shudder and look at my lamp, she’s right; most of us wouldn’t care if we died. I look at Chance who looks just as hurt by her words as I am “We start the game at ten o’clock on the dot; you have an hour to do all the things you wish you had in your life. “ She says giving me a wink, it’s not uncommon knowledge I’m still a virgin. She hands me and Chance a cup of something strong and tells us we can talk in her parents’ bedroom, then pulls me aside “Condoms in the top drawer of the nightstand near the window” She whispers in my ear, my heart races as I climb the stairs with Chance. Tonight I could die, tonight I could die. Tonight I could die for fuck sakes. I tip the cup back and down the contents inside and toss the cup to the ground once we reach the top. We go into her parents room and I go to the window, looking at the dark street below “I’m a virgin” I say abruptly without turning around “I know” Chance says slowly “I don’t want to die a virgin” I say to my reflection in the window “Are you sure?” Chance asks and I nod “Chance we both could die tonight, I do not want to die not knowing what sex feels like” I say, he nods and sets his still full drink on the dresser. I walk over to the nightstand and open the top drawer, sure enough there are condoms, along with an assortment of other things, handcuffs, blindfolds, tingling lube, nipple clamps. Chance lets out a low whistle “Her parents are kinky. We have an hour, I could make it count” He says brushing my hair over my shoulder and kissing my neck. “No, I want to do it like a normal fuck once; we can do the kinky shit after. You’re going to be tired after I’m done with you” I say turning around and pushing him onto the bed. He grins as I kick off my heels and slides the dress off, revealing my matching bra and thong set. “You are so sexy” He whispers standing up and throwing me roughly onto the bed. He kisses me deeply while undressing himself; luckily his shirt can be unbuttoned so we don’t have to break contact. Once his clothes were off he began rubbing me down there, it felt good. I moaned into his mouth and he smiled. I reached down and started rubbing his penis to return the favor. Soon I started shaking and he rubbed harder until I couldn’t handle it. I got down on my knees and took his penis in my mouth, bobbing my head up and down the shaft until I felt him release into my mouth. I swallowed it down and played with his penis until it was fully hard again, Anna was right, he was really big. I lied back down with my legs spread for him while he put on a condom “Are you absolutely positive Kylie?” He asked breathing heavily “Yes” was all I could get out before he was at my entrance, the tip of his penis rubbing against my entrance. He slowly guided it in my and It was a little underwhelming, people talked of it hurting a lot. He continued going and filled me up, just when I thought he was done he kept going until I was right pushed up against him, I felt the pain now, the pressure felt good though “You okay?” he asked and I nodded breathing heavy, he slid back out just as slow and I groaned, annoyed with the anticipation “You can go faster” I breathed. He didn’t hesitate. He rammed into me right into the hilt and I gasped, “You okay?” He asked, I nodded quickly and let out a moan as he continued to ram into me. I clung to him like a spider monkey, never wanting it to end. I tried to keep my moans quiet but eventually I just didn’t care. The bed was rocking and hitting the wall, it felt so good. With a load moan I let myself go, the orgasm exploding through me. He kept pumping faster now, his breathing increasing. With a grunt he collapsed on me, kissing my neck “You’re amazing” he whispered in my ear. Just then my phone buzzed in my bag. He gave me a kiss and went to go get it. “You better answer this” He said looking kind of concerned, tossing me my phone. He began gathering our clothes and folding them into separate piles. I had missed texts and calls from Anna and Samuel. I decided to answer Anna first
Anna: How’s the party?
Anna: Veronica just texted me a very criminalizing photo of you and Chance together
Anna: Pray Sammy boy didn’t get a pic
Anna: Both you and Sam aren’t answering my calls OR texts.
Anna: W T F kylie I’m getting concerned you bitch
Anna: Okay, I’m seriously thinking you’re wasted and getting taken advantage of. You’ve got to cut this bullshit out Kylie.
Anna: If you don’t answer I’m coming
Anna: I swear to god Kylie if you do not answer me I’m calling your parents and bringing the cavalry (Your brother)
Anna: I’m calling one more time then I’m driving to Veronicas.
Anna: Okay I’m getting in my car
Me: I’m fine
Anna: YOU BITCH! If I have premature wrinkles it’s your fault. We’ve got to have a talk about you going off radar when you’re with people who aren’t trustworthy okay? I assume Sam got a pic because he isn’t answering my phone calls or text messages.
Me: He seen me and Chance hanging out earlier… you don’t think he would have done something?
Anna: I really don’t know Kylie. I’m on my way there now but I’m still at least fifteen minutes out. I’m calling his mom, you keep trying to call him.
Me: Okay, I seriously love you.
Anna: I love you too bitch. We’re talking after.
Me: I did lose it to Chance
Me: I know, I know I already feel guilty. I'm calling him now.
I dial Samuels contact and listen to it ring, he doesn’t answer. I send him a text
Me: Samuel…
Me: Please answer….
Samuel: Hey…
Me: Are you okay?
Samuel: I feel tired Kylie
Me: Samuel I’m going to call you, answer.
I call him, he doesn’t answer
Me: SAM ANSWER THE PHONE
I call again, no answer
Me: Sam please
I call again, he finally answers. “Sam” I whisper, I feel Chance watching me but I can’t make eye contact, a heavy feeling spreads through my chest “Hello” Sam answers, he sounds like he’s been crying “Are you okay?” I ask and he snorts “I’m definitely fine” I breathe a sigh of relief “Okay” I say, happy he’s fine “I’ve got to go do my chores, I’ll talk to you later” Sam says in a monotone voice before hanging up. I furrow my brows and shoot a text to Anna saying he’s fine before turning off my phone. “It’s almost time to go downstairs” Chance says, a nerve jumping in his jaw. I got up and dressed, then we headed downstairs “There you two are” veronica says with a sly grin once we’re at the bottom of the stairs “Okay plans have changed, we’re moving it downstairs to my dad’s recording studio where it’s a little more…sound proof” She says clapping her hands together. Most everybody is already down there, so we head down and take a seat. “Okay, who wants to spin?” She asks, everybody except me and Chance are seniors, they all look uncomfortable so Victoria scoffs before running back up the stairs. She comes back down with a fist full of straws “Okay everybody pick a straw, whoever draws the shortest has to spin the gun” She says moving around the circle. I watch as people draw straws, Chance draws quite a long one, I’m next, and as fate would have it, I draw a short one. Thankfully not the shortest, that would be a kid named Peter with big ears that turn pink at the top whenever someone looks at him. “Ok Pete” Victoria says solemnly dropping the bullet and gun in his hand, and then takes her place on the floor. I watch him slide the bullet in the chamber and spin the revolver into place, and then he sets it on the ground. I watch his Adam's apple bob as he gulps before spinning the gun. I think of my parents and my brother as it goes round and round, do I want to do this? My mind goes back to my real parent’s heads twisting at an unnatural angle which does nothing to damage my resolve. The gun slows, landing on a girl with bright red hair. I know her, everybody does. Multiple suicide attempts, a cutter. She exhales and gingerly picks up the gun, placing the barrel directly between her eyes. She makes eye contact with a few people and Peter looks away. I stare at her dark brown eyes until she shuts them, my gaze moves to the finger hovering over the trigger. I watch as it slowly lowers, putting more pressure on the trigger. A loud bang rips around the soundproof room and she slumps forward. Veronica lowers her head and Peter turns away gagging. Chance grabs ahold of my hand and rubs his hand across my knuckles. “The game has begun” Veronica says, looking around the room, no doubt wondering who the survivor will be. “Okay. We’ll go clockwork now to see who spins, Adam, you’re beside Peter. It’s your turn.” Veronica instructs a blonde boy next to Peter. He picks up the gun and box of ammo and loads it before spinning it on the ground. I watch as it slows and lands on Veronica. She smiles sadly and grabs the gun “If I die you fuckers better continue. You have too, or else we were murdered, for nothing” She says, her gaze landing on Peter and Adam. Unlike the red head girl she doesn’t hesitate. As she squeezes her eyes shut she squeezes the trigger hard. Just a click, nothing else. She breathes a sigh of what seems to be disappointment before sliding the gun to me, I’m the next Spinner. I spin the chamber again and spin the gun. It slows and lands on Peter. He snatches it up and puts it between his lips squeezing the trigger. Nothing happens and he smiles a bit before sliding the gun to Chance. He spins and it lands on none other than me. I pick up the gun and place the cold metal to my forehead. I stare dead at the floor and pull the trigger. Click. Nothing, I hand the gun to a girl named Claire and she spins, it lands on Veronica again. She picks it up fast and squeezes the trigger in one fluid motion. She slumps to the ground, a nice round hole sizzling in her forehead. Unlike the red head some people in the group actually cared for Veronica, even though she was a crazy bitch. Tears stream down my face, it would have been her turn to spin. Peter takes the gun and spins, it lands on Chance. He picks it up and turns to face me “I’ve loved you since third grade. If I die, I just want you to know that” He says before pulling the trigger. A bang explodes next to me and my ears begin ringing, I feel blood splatter across me. I let out a sob and throw myself over his body. I grew up with him, He took my v card. I cry on his shirt that smells like his cologne. I feel blood pooling by my knee where his head is closest too. I look at his crystal clear blue eyes and shut them, before picking up the gun and ammo box and slamming it down in front of Adam “Spin” I bite out through clenched teeth. I probably look crazy with my makeup running down my face and the blood covering me since I was close to Chance when he … Adam spins and it lands on Peter. We go a few more rounds of empty clicks before Hailey is gone, a few more until it’s just me and Peter. “Spin” he says in a shaky breath. My trembling hand loads the gun and I spin it. I watch as it slows, and slows, and slows. It’s barely moving when it points towards me. I thought that was it, I thought Peter was going to win. But the blasted barrel of the gun kept moving until it pointed dead at Peter. He let out a sob and I embraced him in a hug, the night was too much, we shouldn’t have agreed. Everybody’s dead. I watch as peter lifts it to his head, he stares at me dead in the eye and lets the trigger go. I sob as he slumps to the ground, I shakily stand in the mess of bodies and bloody floor, I think about ending it, but I run out of the basement of horrors sobbing and go up the stairs, I feel one of my heels break and I kick them off. I sprint out the front door to Chance’s bright yellow car and climb in. I open up the glove compartment where he keeps his extra keys and a bottle of cologne and leather bound book falls out. I ignore them and start the car, speeding in the direction that Anna’s house is in. I fish around in the car for Chance’s phone, mine still at the house. I find it and search for Anna’s phone number. I find it and call her “Chance?” Anna’s voice comes through inquisitively. I let out a sob “Anna it’s me” I shout over the roaring wind. I know I’m going too fast “Kylie? Kylie! What’s wrong?!” “They’re dead!” I sob. I hit a bump and go careening off the road into a tree. The tires screech and I gasp, my head hitting the steering wheel. I slowly sit up once the car has stopped I’m on a deserted country road since Veronica lives just outside of town. I find the phone and hope it still works “Anna?” I cry into the phone “Holy fuck Kylie are you okay?” She asks “No” I sob into the phone, grabbing the leather book and cologne and opening the door. I stagger out of the car as Anna is shouting for me to tell her where I am “I’m on Julius road” I sob and collapse on the side of the road. I wait and cry clutching onto the book and cologne while listening to Anna, she gives me constant updates so I know where she is. I sob harder when she pulls up in her little black ford fusion. She jumps out and runs to me “Oh my god Kylie are you okay? Is that blood? You’ve got a giant goose egg on your head, did you hit it? C’mon” She rushes out the words and helps me into her car. I sob in the front seat “Where do you wanna go Kyles?” She asks, I let out another sob, Chance called me that earlier. “Ok I’m going to take you to my place, my Grandma isn’t home and I assume you don’t want to face your parents like this. Tell me what happened” She demands “Everyone in the party is dead” I choke out and she looks at me “You didn’t?” “No” I say through my tears “we played Russian Roulette” I choke out “Oh Kylie…” She says, her voice soothing me a little bit. I brush the hair out of my face and look down at what I’m holding, Chance’s cologne and a leather book. I crack it open to see his familiar writing. I’m crying to hard to read it so I close it and smell his cologne. We arrive to Anna's house and she parks in the long drive way “Kylie… does that mean Chance is dead?” She asks, I sob harder and nod. She rubs my back “Kylie, you hit your head, I need to call an ambulance” She says sadly, I just sob, unable to answer her.
Notes
Woah this chapter's gettin a little hot and heavy. Also it's pretty long but I was in the mood to write sooo sorry not sorry.
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