"Come on!" I heard Katherine yell, trying to grab me off the bed to pull me out.
"Stop acting like a bitch," she said harshly, "mom won't let me leave unless you're coming with me."
I rolled my eyes, letting her pull me out of the sheets.
"And why should I do this for you?" I asked her while crossing my arms, my hoodie and sweatpants scrunching up as I did so.
"Elena, this will be a good opportunity to actually meet someone, maybe even get laid." She said, her tone sounding like the rich bitch she is.
"I don't need to get laid, or meet someone," I said to her, making my way back towards the bed.
"Look at you!" She whined, "you need to get out."
I groaned into my pillow, trying to drown out the sound of her annoying voice.
"Please, please, please," she repeated over and over again, my ears ringing from the sound.
"Fine," I sighed, watching as she cheered.
"But I won't be staying for long, or meeting anyone."
"Deal, but you never know," she winked as she walked out of the room, "wear something sexy!" She yelled from the hallway, and I threw myself back against the bed, groaning into my hands.
"Oh my god!" I heard her screech, and I winced as I walked down the glass steps, my shoes clicking against it.
"But you can't wear those shoes," she exclaimed, "they are horrendous."
I rolled my eyes, "I'm surprised you know that word," I muttered as she walked to the closet, pulling out a pair of black heels.
"Wear these," she said while putting them down in front of me, dropping them quickly as her phone rang and I could hear her answer as she walked away.
I took my other shoes off and pulled the heels on, the shoe fitting perfectly around my feet.
I laughed to myself as I imagined myself as Cinderella, with the perfect heel.
And the fucking annoying sister.
"Wow, you actually look hot," I heard her say as she entered the room, her eyes glancing at the black heels.
"My friends are coming to pick us up, get your shit and let's go," she grabbed her purse, picking out the lip gloss that was inside.
She applied the pink to her lips, puckering them up as she looked at herself in the mirror.
She put it back in her bag when she heard a car honk, quietly giggling to herself as she opened the front door.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down before I got into the car.
Tonight will be good for me.
I repeated to myself as we got into the car, but as I kept on hearing the loud shouts and whines from my sister and her friends, I couldn't help but regret my decision, and wanted nothing more than to be in my bed, sleeping peacefully.
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"Come on, Elena! Drink!" One of my sister's friends Anna said to me, holding a shot of vodka in her hands.
"You need to loosen up," Katherine yelled over the blaring music, "drink!"
I groaned, grabbing the glass from her hands and downing it down my throat, the liquid burning my throat as it went down.
"Fuck," I whispered, shaking my head with disgust.
"Whoo!" I heard Katherine say as she made her way to the dance floor, an unknown glass of pink liquid in her hand.
All of her friends followed her, and I couldn't help but follow them too, having no where else to go.
A few men came up behind them, and I watched as they moved their hips against theirs, and I felt disgusted as a strangers hands made its way around my sister's body.
She may be the older one, but it seems as though I am more mature.
And I felt someone's hands on my hips, I whipped around, grabbing the knife at my thigh and pressing it to their neck.
"Back the fuck off," I gritted out, the guys frantically nodding with his hands up.
I watched as he ran off, a proud smile on my face as he exited the building.
So I danced on my own beside my sister and her friends, the shots of vodka running through my system as the night went on.
And when someone else's hands went to my hips, I didn't stop them. I moved my hips around their front, my hands going behind me and wrapping around the back of their neck.
I shifted my eyes down from the ceiling and into the section where a group of men sat, my eyes colliding with one of them. His dark gaze on me, watching as the man behind me moved his hands around my body.
