Taken and Changed *SLOW UPDATES*

Chapter 2 -part 1- The Party

Two months later...

I walked down the crowded hall, dodging people as they past. A hand taps my shoulder, and I turn to see my older sister, Rebecca, smiling at me innocently.

What does she want now?

"Okay, Becca. Spill it." She knows I'd do anything for her, except for homework or chores.

"Blake Anderson is having a graduation party, and we're going. You are graduating." Ah. So that's what she wants. "I will also giving you a makeover, no questions asked. Besides graduation is only a couple days away." Okay, I'll admit, it does sound fun. "Besides, you have the body of a model, not to mention enough muscles to put D'wayne to shame." I had to bite my tongue from laughing.

"Fine, let's go. On one condition. We're taking the Ferarri. Might as well arrive in style." I'm barely able to say the last few words from being squeezed to death.

"Also, the party's tonight. See you at the car." I turn to confront her, but she was already rushing to car that had just pulled up. Oh well.

And with that I walked after her.

***

After what seemed like minutes it was time to get ready for Blake's party.

I've seen Blake before, and his looks could make greek gods seem average looking. No one, not even my sister, knows what his deal is. His dad owns some global business chain. He and my sister are what cliche movies would call, the bad boy and bad girl.

I walked down the hall to Becca's room after I had taken a shower and dried my hair. When I walked in her room, clothes were scattered, curling and straightening irons plugged in, and makeup out.

Rebecca walked out in four stilettos, leather pants, and a fishnet crop top. Her, normally curly hair,was straight, and her makeup was a dark purple. Dang.

"Okay, now that I'm ready, it's your turn. There's an outfit lying out by the mirror. Then hair and makeup." She ordered.

Not wanting to see what would happen I upset her, I went into her closet, and sure enough there was an outfit laid out. I change into the clothes and when I was done I turn towards the mirror. I feel my mouth gape open from what I see.

The girl in front of me looks confident wearing a leather skirt, a leather jacket, a red, velvet material, crop top, with a gold zipper in the middle. I finally stopped staring at the girl front of me, and put on the five inch velvet heels, and made my way to the door. I freeze when I hear Rebecca talking on the phone.

"I won't do that to him. He'll hate me!" she paused, then spoke again. "I know that, sir. But understand that I won't do it, have someone else do it. I wouldn't do if you held a gun to my head. Bye." She hung up, sounding aggravated.

I walked out of the closet door, and when she was standing by the mini beauty salon. Rebecca looked up, noticing I was in the room, and directed me to sit down.

Almost immediately, she is curling my, usually straight, hair. I take off my glasses and put in the contacts that are laid out. Then after, I think, twenty minutes, Rebecca has finished my makeup. When I look at my reflection, I am speechless. My long eyelashes standing out, framed by shades of gold and bronze, and my lips a dark shade of crimson. Don't get me wrong I look totally different, but what really changed was my spirit.

I snapped out of it when Rebecca spoke from behind me. "Since we're done now, let's go."

We trailed our way through the house and to the garage. Once we got in the car, she was driving at full speed down the roads, and past the very big houses.

We sped up into 85 mph. Panicked I turned toward my insane sister. "Slow down! Why are you driving so fast? You might like to live on the dangerous side of life, but I still want to vote you know."

The car slowed down some, but still too fast for my liking. "The big deal is, is that you might change your mind."

After about 25 minutes, we pulled up, to what looked like what a modern castle would look would look like. A picture perfect lawn, a dream house fit for seven families, was guarded by a large wall. Okay, I know it sounds a bit cliche, but it was like being Cinderella.

When I looked over I noticed that we were parked and that I was alone.

***

About half an hour later, I was dancing in the living room, I think. A cup of, I don't know what, in hand. A dj was up paying music, and when a pair of warm hands landed on my hips, my mind acted on instinct.

Dropping my cup, luckily not on my shoes, I slam the heel of shoe onto the bridge of their foot. I turn, punching the person's stomach. They grab my wrist and when they see my other fist ready, they grab that wrist, and push me backward.

I curse my decision to stand near a wall, only because I become pinned between a hard chest and a wall. Looking upward my mouth drops from the person in front of me.

Blake Anderson. Of course people would see him, it is his house. I try not to blush, but, me being me, fail.

"Hi. I am so sorry for hitting you, but in my defense, you did put your hands on me." He didn't move. This is so not awkward at all is it?

A dark chuckle escaped him, and he smirked. "You know, it is my house. So it would be assault if you were to attack me. Who are you anyway?" Why won't he move.

I looked down, well, kind of. I sort leaned my head down to his shoulder. He has to be 6'5, I am 5'4 naturally, but even with four-inch heels, I am only up to the middle of his neck.

"My name's Kim, now can you move I need to find my-"

Someone interrupts me and Blake finally moves away. "Where is Rebecca Kent, and Jake Anderson?" A guy stood a couple feet away, but it was dark enough to barely to tell his features.

After a minute, Blake spoke. "We don't know. Why do you ask?"

He stalked towards us and looked us up and down, his gaze lingering on me."I have to talk to them."

I looked at the man closely. At his brown eyes, and full lips. But when I tried to speak Blake pushed me behind him. "My father and sister are most likely talking about cars and world affairs while my father is filling out papers in the study. Up the stairs to the left, down the hall, sixth door on the right. Don't want you to get lost Jex and I will show you."

What the heck is he doing? Just let him go. This dude has a problem. Following after him and the stranger through the groups of people. After passing the twists and turns of the well furnished house, not to mention me wanting to just find out more, we made it to the study. It was low litten, and like the rest of the house, well furnished. How they pay for all this, I don't know.

And, low and behold, Rebecca and an older version of Blake sat. They turned toward us and I moved to go to my sister, but blake grabbed my wrist and pulled me to the side. The stranger had slowed at some point so he was just entering.

I stared to panic when he closed the door, locking it. Rebecca looked at me, seeming unbelievably and worried.. The guy grabbed my sister, pointing a gun to her head.