Chapter 9

“Craig!” I screamed, incredibly furious.

His lips broke away from Lacey’s, who looked surprisingly dark, yet gorgeous. Then I realized that it was not Lacey.

“Roxy…” I whispered. She shot me a wicked grin, and detached herself from Craig.

Embarrassed, he wiped the rouge lipstick from his mouth with the back of his hand. “Emery…umm. This isn’t what it looks like. Okay, don’t believe that. It kind of is. But. Umm…” He struggled for words.

I continued to glare hatefully at Roxy, and she continued to smile back. She must of went home and changed. Roxy planned to ruin this for me. It’s not Lacey’s fault, but still. I took in her beautiful, yet slightly whorish appearance. Roxy had on a long, realistic looking brunette wig, covering Lacey’s short blonde hair. She had on lots of dark eye makeup, and dark red lipstick. She had on a short, low-cut, and absolutely stunning black dress, accompanied by high strappy black heels, and black fishnet tights.

“Oh, hey Emery. Have you met Craig?” Her brown, evil eyes almost looked black in contrast to her outfit.

“Yes. I have…Lacey.” I spit the name through my teeth.

Roxy frowned, and shot me a piercing look with her almost black eyes. “That is not my name.”

Craig’s face was twisted with shock. He looked carefully at Roxy again, and to his extreme surprise, realized that it did look like Lacey.

“Emery, I am so sorry. I honestly had no idea. She doesn’t even look like Lacey, she told me her name was Roxy, and that she wanted to show me something. One thing led to another and...well…you know. But look, I am so-”

I cut him off, and spun toward him.

“Save it, Craig. Get out.” I hissed. He took one look at the anger on my face, and walked quickly from the scene. I turned back to Roxy. “Why are you here?! Can’t you just leave me alone?”

Her voice was cold and hard. “Well, I was feeling upset”-she smiled devilishly as she said the word-”and I wasn’t even invited to the party. I thought that was rude, so I invited myself. Craig is such a good kisser.” She added extra emphasis to the last word, to try and make me jealous. “Too bad that he likes me…Poor Emery.”

“Roxy, leave. NOW.” I hollered at her, making people turn this way. Great. I didn’t want an audience.

“Ha, and what? Leave without having some fun first? I don’t think so. I’m just getting started. Happy birthday, Emery. You know, you should really wish for a miracle, cause that’s the only thing that’s going to get rid of me.” She pointed a finger at me, and jabbed it into my shoulder. “ I am so sick of you, little girl. You’ll get what you deserve.” She smiled again, but it was about as real as a Barbie doll’s hair.

She flipped her hair and took a step so she was next to my side. She leaned in and whispered in my ear.

“I’m just getting warmed up.” And with a laugh, she yanked my hoop earring out of my ear, ripping the earlobe and making it bleed. I screamed out in pain.

She chuckled once more, threw the hoop at my face, and then strutted off. Tears washed down my face, as I absorbed the scene that had just happened.

I had to find my parents. I ran back to where they had been sitting all night. As I got closer, I realized that neither of them were there.

I trudged slowly to their now empty seats, and a look of horror crossed my face. In their seats, there was about a foot of freshly cut rope, half a roll of duct tape, and a letter with a black lipstick kiss mark on the front.

I opened the letter and read it to myself. It said…

Foolish little birthday girl,

Do you go to your parents for everything?

You won’t find them.

You can try, but your efforts will be wasted.

Enjoy your 16th birthday, I know I will.

Roxy.

Oh no. She’s got my parents. Roxy is out of control, and at her worst. She needs to be stopped. I didn’t want to imagine what other damage she would do in one night.

I soon found out what she was capable of.

Horror was not even close to what came next.