HEYY, It's me again! I think I have a little pattern going here!

So, in the last chapter, I asked for your reactions and i have to say, there were some pretty fun answers. i wish i could dedicate to all of you but you have to earn my dedication ;)

So, after some major thinking, my dedication goes to....evilvampiregirl13!

"If that happened to me id go all gorilla on him....meaning id kick his no no spot rip his hair out bang his head on the wall pound my chest and let the cabin fall on top of him while I laugh evilly.....then again....id probably do some.....naughty things too ;) and if I got that tattoo id go marching around with it.and the eyes???i would stare at a random person until he/she runs away screaming about a girl with neon green eyes XD"

This is for her deviously creative answer. 

You all know what to do to win my dedication. Read my note at the bottom and answer the little question!

Now, the story, 18 VOTES PLEASE?

Those weren't the only thoughts in my head. I had a lot of questions in mind. What happened to me? It was almost as if I wasn't myself anymore. It was as if I had become another person.


The doorbell suddenly rang. Who could it possibly be? Mom just called me a couple of minutes ago and told me she wouldn't be back until tomorrow. Mallory would be at her home sleeping. She was a late sleeper. Oh, dear…


I was supposed to be at Mallory’s house last night. I was supposed to go there. She would have been waiting for me. I groaned, feeling like an awful friend. I couldn't just tell her that I didn't show up at her house because I’d almost been raped. That would not go well. I would call her as soon as I took care of whoever it was that decided to drop by at the Bentley household, I decided approaching the front door. Who could it be?

Nobody would ever visit me at my house except for Mallory.

Nevertheless, I hurried down the stairs and towards the front door. Sure, even though my mom and I were the only two people that lived here, the house was still way too big for us. It was big and elegant, which was perfect for the reputation my mom held, not so much for me. Mom’s family was rich. Everything in this house was classy, which is why the front doors were made of an expensive see-through glass. This way, I already knew who was at the door before I even made it to the peephole and got off the stairs.

Angrily, and senselessly apparently, I marched up to the door and flung it open. “What do you want?”

Ian stood in front of me fully-dressed, thankfully. He had a very serious expression on his face. To keep him from getting inside my house, I stepped out of my house and closed the door behind me, leaning on the pillar.

“Well?” I prompted, when he didn't say anything. I looked at him, examining his features when I caught a very familiar expression that he had on his face last night. My eyes widened as I realized that he was checking me out in my dress. I started hitting him and to defend himself, he put a backpack in between us. I recognized it and grabbed it from him, embracing the article.

“You, uh, kind of forgot this at the cabin this morning when you angrily marched out.” He said, momentarily his expression turned sheepish.

I rolled my eyes. “Gee, I wonder why I would do such a thing.”

I didn't wait for him to say anything else before I turned around and started to go inside my house again. I was planning on slamming the door on Ian’s face.