The Boy With The Skull Tattoo, Belinda Louis [uplifting novels txt] 📗

They all laughed at me as I held the trophy in my hand overjoyed.

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Darnell and Heavenly safely left by car and Emily and I headed back home by our personal car driver my step-mother got us. We safely made it back to New York City. It took hours to get back to New York from Atlanta in a car.

The car stopped right in front of my house and I couldn't believe how much of a wreck my front lawn looked. All my Roman hand made gargoyles standing at the front of my gate are destroyed. I got out of the car gasped like I never had air in my life.

"Uh. .is this the right house?" Emily gasped along with me. Suddenly my happiness left my soul. I've been captured by all forces of evil. Voodoo. Black Magic. The deep depths of HELL!!

My body started getting hot and I balled my hands into a fist when a topless circus dancer bumped into me and her drink spilled on my face. She was as tall as an Amazon Warrior ready for war.

"Father of Christ, I'm-" she mumbled before I cut her off. I punched her in the face and she fell to the floor.

"Where?" I said softly. "In the living Christ?" I said much stronger. "IS FUCKING DREWWW!!!!" I screamed louder than ever before. I ran into the crowd of guests to find him. My step-brother had the nerve to throw a party in my house. I know I said enjoy yourself while I'm gone but I didn't mean have the fucking time of your life by inviting over three hundred guests over. I headed upstairs to my room. I kicked the door open knocking off the door knob when a couple was having sex on my bed. I punched the both of them out my room. I headed to my closet. It was busted open and most of my clothes were gone. Including my hand sewn Versace silk robes were gone. All of them, one by one, gone like the wind. I held a pair of my black heels in my hand threatening to attack whoever came in my way.

"DREWWWW!!!" I screamed louder. I headed to the pool area were I expected him to be since he loves swimming. I flashed an enormous spotlight at the crowd that was used to make the crowd see the circus dancers flying in the air.

"THIS PARTY IS OVER. EVERYBODY GET OUT!!" Everyone seemed pissed. The music stopped playing when Emily punched the DJ and he fell.

"The fuck man?" said the DJ holding his nose. Emily stood over his body layed out on the ground.

"Get the fuck out of here or else I'll call your girlfriend and tell her you gave my an STD!" The DJ panicked and ran out tripping over his own equipment.

"Dreww!!" I screamed louder. I stormed around the house like a fireball. Emily later chased after me. I walked everywhere around the house but lost Emily in the process while looking for Drew in this enormous crowd of guests. I lost focus and headed straight to my bathroom while people began leaving. I splashed water all over my face. Emily saw me in the bathroom and patted my back for comfort.

"I'm literally going to kill Drew Ems." The big noise in the house started going down. I heard someone shout his name from downstairs and followed that sound. I ran downstairs like a hungry wolf and spotted Drew sitting on the couch drunk halfway passed out. His friends surrounded him as if they were practicing a ritual.

A mysteriously handsome looking young man with tattoos up from his neck to legs stood in front of me. I was not saying excuse me. It is clearly my house. I pushed him away from me. I was this close to punching Drew.

Emily held me back from attacking him.

"Ellah I can explain." Somehow Drew, the moment he saw my face he was magically sober. He jumped behind Quinton and forced him onto me to avoid punching his eye out of his sockets.

"You better pray you don't die tonight. You better pray." Emily loosened her grip around my waist until he said something. His opened his mouth again. His voice began to annoy me and once again I missed another punch.

"Drew get the fuck out of here!" said Emily pushing her way in front of me. Drew fled upstairs while the rest of his friends followed him. Lucky bastard. Doesn't matter. I'll kill him in his sleep.

I headed to the kitchen to calm down. I aggressively poured my a cold glass of water to stop the back of my soar throat from hurting.

A tall figure from the corner of my eye shook me as I looked at the handsome man with the tattoos eye to eye. He must have been confused. No Ellah he's deaf.

"Are you fucking lost?" I said pointing at him. He acted as if I wasn't speaking to him which aggravated me even more.

"What?" he said in his husky voice.

"Do you want my fist up your balls?" I walked towards him with my hands in the air. He gulped so hard I could see his Adam's apple move every swallow he took. He fixed his hat on his head. I began pushing him out. I didn't bother to hear all the other jibber-jabber he was saying. He stood right in front of my porch staring at me like a pervert. Instead of punching him like I should've, I pushed him off my porch and slammed the door in his face.

I don't know who you are sexy boy, but I do deeply apologize for my misbehaving.

 

Drew Is Literally Kissing My Ass

 

(ELLAH)

 

I woke up the next morning falling out of my bed clumsily. I didn't realize it was so early in the morning when I took off my sleep mask away from my face. My window was wide open. I blinked my eyes verbatim and saw Drew spraying them with Windex.

"What are you doing? Get the hell out!"

"Cleaning, obviously!?" he looked at me shrugging his shoulders. He continued on wiping the window. I was surprised to see almost everything organized again. Forgetting for a moment about the party last night, I totally forgot that I'm still plotting to kill Drew.

"Did you have fun last night?"

"Something like that" he winked at me.

"You can forget about being nice." I got up from my bed strapping myself into my fuzzy slippers.

"Being nice about what?" he pretended to act like he didn't understand what I meant. His brows raised up while trying to wipe white residue off my bedroom window.

"You know what I mean." I stood with my hands on my hips. His brown eyes looked down on me. They came in contact with mine when I least expected it.

"Your on my heels Drew," I pushed him off my favorite pairs of Chanel nude heels."It's one of a freakin' kind. Get out!" I punched in the arm. I'm surprised they didn't get stolen. I have so many designer shoes bottled up in my closet.

"So I guess your cleaning then?" he said offering me the Windex spritz bottle.

"Over my dead body. You made the mess you clean it!" I said rubbing my eyes trying to look at him much clearer. The house phone began ringing loudly in my room. Drew tripped over my heels cluttered all over my bedroom.

"Hello?" I said answering the telephone straddling myself into a comfy sweater lying on my bed. I turned to look at Drew and saw how pissed off he looked. As much as I wanted to laugh I couldn't help but chortle while looking at him. He puts up the middle finger at me expecting me not to feel offended. He was saying something that he whispered but not clear enough for me to understand.

He said it over and over with confidence smiling at me.

"What?" I said to him. I read his lips, finally.

"F U." he said whispering again.

''F U TOO!" I responded back to him.

"What?" Another voice said on the line while I held the phone to my ears.

"Oh gosh no that wasn't for you." I scratched the back of my neck hoping I'd get away with it. I looked back at Drew silently laughing while wiping the window "I'm sorry. Who is this?"

"It's Angie, Ellah." Angie's voice went from delightful to a bit tense within seconds. Wow, step-mother.

"Oh Heyyy!"

"Hey there darling I was wondering is everything alright?"

"Yes, everything is okay here." I stuck my middle finger back at Drew while he wasn't looking.

"Did you get home safe?"

"Yes I did. I'm so sorry I forgot to call you back last night."

"Its fine." Her voice sounded delightful again. I walked out of the room separating myself from Drew. I watched his eyes ogle me from a distance while I stopped walking in the hallway. I ranted the whole twenty minutes talking about last night and the huge event at WDBT!.

I hung up cheerfully smiling at the phone in my hand.

"Why the hell are you so happy?" he crossed his arms behind his back. "What the hell is that smell?!" Drew said coming closer to me. He sniffed harder towards my face.

"What smell?" He sprayed Windex or whatever that was on my face.

I stood there with my mouth open completely trying to not dump his body right now and roll it over a hill.

"Before you put me in a hospital. .it's water" he continued on spraying me. I was drenched in my favorite pajamas. I chased him down the stairs and before I can even grab him by his collar and choke him, he already ran, to the other side, standing behind a chair to avoid being attacked.

"Look I made my gorgeous sister breakfast." he pointed at the plate that was laid out in front of me.

"Elle I know I ruined your house." he held his spritz in the air.

"Ruined? Really? Ruined is not even the word."

"I know. I'm a man. I just needed time with the guys," He confessed. " I got bored." He bowed his head down.

"Half of your little posse stole everything from my closet." He smiled at me and pointed his index finger at the plate.

"Eat up Ells, your stomach is asking for some great protein right now" He walked toward me and sat me down.

"Do no try and change the subject!"

"What subject?" I backed my chair into his chest. I watched his body cuddle up as he winced.

"Dang, why so violent?" He said harrumphing. I grabbed the spritz from him.

"The only way you'll survive is if you do everything I say," He raised his head up at me and held on to his aching stomach. " You'll have to clean up after me."

"Hell naw." He coughed.

"Or I can tell everybody all about-- " He cuts me off and rolled his eyes.

"I already know what your