Chapter 11

Cirilla's point of view

"Pretty pretty please" I dared not looking at her. Especially when she had her adorable puppy dog eyes on display. I didn't need anything that will alter my decision.

"I'm sorry Lyra. I have a heap of things to do tonight" I lied smoothly. Hoping she doesn't prod any deeper. I literally had nothing to do after my shift at the gym. I chose today as my weekly day off from the bar. But there was no way I will be attending the party to celebrate her brother's return back home.

"But you don't have to work at the bar tonight" Her pleading voice reminded. I mentally groaned in frustration, wishing I never chose today as my day off. It would have been much easier if I actually had to work today. I finally turned to her. Her brown wavy hair dangling at both sides of her face. Her bulging chocolate eyes holding mine expectantly.

"I'm sorry Lyra" I hate to break her heart. But it's a massive NO from me.

"You don't have to stay for too long. It's simply a welcoming party for my brother" She smiled as if that will change my mind. It was already made up. And your brother was one the major reasons I'd ensure I decline.

'YOU'RE SURE IT'S NOT THE ONLY REASON?'

'Shut up Cirilla!' I yelled at the unfamiliar voice in my head. Ignoring it. My eyes fell back on the hopeful eyes of my best friend whom I'm about to break her heart again.

"Maybe next time" I tell her. Knowing there will never be a next time as long as it had to do with her brother.

I had no idea why I felt this way. I couldn't make out what I felt. But it was something between anger, and…

'...LUST' The voice boomed in my head.

I shut my eyes closed. Trying to get rid of the voice. It had been infringing on my thought since my episode at lunch and now, it seems like it doesn't want to go away.

"Alright. But if you change your mind just give me a call" Lyra urged.

There was no chance of that happening. But still I nodded hopefully at her.

After I left Lyra with the guys I went to the gym for my shift. Thankfully, I had just one person booked for training with me. Beginner level. It'll be easier and less tiring.

I change into my singlet and work out shorts and begun my shift.

Soon, It was twilight already. I got off work and ambled down to the road to take a cab. My phone vibrated with a message. A smile found my lips as I read the name. It was from Mason. Just checking up on me with the sweetest words. I frowned when I read the remaining words. He still wouldn't be in town for some days. It's been almost a week since our date and I started seeing him. I'm not sure what I want from this but having a good time is not far from the truth. And I'll be lying if I said I didn't feel anything for him. Cause I did.

I get in a cab. Staring blankly out of the window till we halted at my house and I paid the driver and he sped off.

I made my way inside when the unmistakable sound of blasting music attempted to deafen my ears from the threshold. Quickly I hastened inside. The door wasn't even locked and I'm greeted with the most shocking sight. Unfamiliar faces swaying their bodies to the rhythm of the music in the tiny living room. Rocking their asses and dicks against each other. While some were making out on the couch. The stench of alcohol mixed with burning cigarettes and something stinging made my nose flare.

I inhaled deeply and exhaled again to quell my growing rage. I felt myself a second from exploding with rage. I couldn't take it in. I roved to the player, turning off the music. Instantly all movements halted, wide and angry eyes staring at me.

My eyes scanned the crowd for the woman behind this madness. When I couldn't find her, I barged into her bedroom. She was naked on the bed with a naked grown ass man on top of her and another at the side with his mouth sucking her face.

They didn't even realize I had barged in. Even if they did they acted like they didn't. The music in the living room had continued playing.

"Mum!" I half-yelled, startling one of the men. Mum's sandy brown eyes fell on me. Her face registering nothing. No emotion at all, only disgust.

"What the fuck do you want? Get out of here!" She yelled, while the men shamelessly resumed their actions on her.

"What the hell is all this madness?" She ignored me. They all did. The man in her thrusting into her while the room filled with moans.

It was too disgusting to watch. I stormed out into my room.

Rage fuelled me, seeing two idiots fucking on my bloody bed. "Get out imbeciles!"

I pulled them off my bed. The woman almost same age as mum, or maybe younger scurried off. The man zipped his trouser. I stood at the door, pointing the exit for him. He walked close to the door, before stopping. His eyes scanned me meticulously with an irritating grin.

He swayed to me. "You're one god-damn beauty!" His hand pulled up to touch my face. I grabbed it midway. His other hand quickly grabbed my ass.

I hissed sharply. "You just signed your death"

He looked at me puzzled, yet with amusement. I grabbed his hand off my butt. Throwing a punch to his face. Blood dripped from his nose, smearing his lips.

"What the fuck bitch!" He came at me. I sent another blow to his jaw. He stumbled backwards and I dropped the bag on my shoulder walking to the door, I shut it closed with the lock.

I turned to him. Not pleased at all. I couldn't even feel my own emotion at the moment. All I felt was the urge to make someone pay. To release my pain. And the persistent voice in my head kept encouraging me.

"Fucking bitch!" He leaped closer, his hand curled in a ball to strike me. I sent my hand in the air, grabbing it. My grip on his hand tightening. The sound of bones cracking echoed. I grabbed him by the neck tossing him against the wall. Before he could dust himself up, I sent a blow to his face. And another one. And another one. I couldn't stop myself. I saw red. I did it over and over again till my knuckles went numb. And he stopped moving. He had gone unconscious and my senses and sanity had was back. Shocked, I threw myself against the wall, staring at the mess I had done.

I had to leave. Speedily, I scampered out of the house, into the crispy night and out into the street. I halted, catching my breath. I didn't know when hot tears gathered in my eyes. But I pushed it back. Masking my pain and every other emotion. More than ever I longed for some kind of company, some kind of warmth. I missed Niko more than I had realized. In just few weeks he had became an important person in my life. A friend and companion. I pulled out my phone almost tapping on his contact when Lyra's name appeared on my screen.

I received her call. "Lyra" My voice sounding dull, even with my effort to mask my sadness and loneliness.

"Hey Ciri!" Her hyper voice toned down instantly. "What wrong? Did something happen?"

I sighed, detaching every emotion from my voice. "Nothing happened"

"Alright" She replied, but it doesn't sound convinced. "Please tell me you've decided to come for the party"

What party? I blinked trying to remember. And I did, and the image of Julia's lips on Asher's was quick to intrude my thoughts.

"So?" She lingered, expecting a response.

I shut my eyes close. "Text me the address" She squealed excitedly.

She texted me the address immediately we hung up. I pulled up a cab heading there.

The cab soon halted. I looked around, confused if I was actually at the right place. I looked back to my phone. I was indeed at the right place. But what stood in my view was something different. The building was fancy. Not the type a teenager would throw a welcoming party at.

"Cirilla!!" Lyra rushed through the door, jumping into my arms. "I'm glad you came" She held my hand, pulling me inside. There were a lot of people there, who looked more or less my age. The place was beautiful, she told me it was one of her father's houses they liked to party in. We were now at the bar, she grabbed a plastic cup and poured in drinks for both of us.

"I'm glad you came Ci" I could hear her yell over the music blasting the whole place.

I simply smiled, taking a gulp at my drink. I groaned at the burning sensation that rushed from my throat down to my stomach, my face slightly creasing at the nasty taste. I can't believe these people actually drink this?

"Moonpie!!" Darius moseyed to us from the dance floor with Stefan. "You made it!" He placed kisses at both sides of my cheeks. He reeked of alcohol but he was far from drunk. Stylishly, I dropped the plastic cup on the table, I wasn't about to put myself through that torture again.

"Come with me" He tugged at me to the dance floor. I shook my head sideways. I was in no mood to dance at all. Instead, I busied myself scanning the dancefloor, to the couples that were making out on the sofa and then to the group that were gathered at a corner drinking. There were so many people in the place and I found myself going through the trouble scanning their faces.

"Are you looking for someone?" Stefan deep voice spanked my senses and my gaze forcibly fell on them.

"Er….No. I was just…ehm....you have a nice place" I lied. And I knew it. Deep down my bones I had hoped I would get a glimpse of a certain someone. Lyra's brother. Something was indeed wrong with me. A guy I barely know, and was taken. But something about held my thoughts. And it was definitely not his gorgeous face, his well-defined muscles and sexily endowed biceps that I couldn't get out of my head. It was something else. Something I had never felt, not even with Mason.

"Thanks. It's my father's actually" I nodded. I kept my eyes searching around for Asher but with no luck. Maybe he was somewhere upstairs. Somewhere else with Julia. The thoughts of him on the bed and Julia's naked body on his unleashed a demon in me. I felt something clawing at the back of my head. Something detested that possibility as much as I did.

To my luck Lyra grabbed my arm. "Come. Let me show you the whole place"

"That sounds good" We left the bar. She showed me the ground floor and we climbed the stairs. She led me through the hallways and some rooms, still, there was no sight of Asher. She jerked open the door at the end of the hallway.

I was stoned at the sight before me. Asher was seated comfortably on the couch while Julia was on him. For a second I felt numb, suddenly strong waves of several emotions exploded within me with a profound rage leading the array of emotions. I was mad, beyond furious. I felt a pang of hurt in my chest. A certain pain that was alien to me. It suffocated my chest. There was a low vibration of a new dimension of emotion breaking out from the crib of my chest. The familiar voice had began to whisper in my head. It wanted me to storm across the room and get that bitch off his body, slam her against the wall while I let my bare hands dive into her chest. It wanted me to kill her. To cause her similar pain and anguish that I felt. For the first time I agreed with that voice. I wanted her dead for daring to touch what was mine. At the moment I saw a blurry shade of red in my vision.