Hi guys

So, school is starting again in like 2 days... :'-( the updates will therefor be posted when I have time, cause you've got no idea how much homework teachers in France give you!

Anyways, I hope that you like it :-)

-Sophia xoxo

PS: 2016= If you're new to this story, know that I'm currently editing it and making the chapters longer and better. I'll be writing a sequel when it's done ;-) I wrote Frozen Tears in 2014 I think, so my writing style has improved and changed a lot. At least I hope you think so =)

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The sun set a while ago, and the sky is darker than ever, resembling black ink. There are no stars tonight, as usual, because of the heavy clouds hanging low in the sky. My mind is on an entirely different problem than the weather though.

There is only half an hour until I'm picked up by Brad.

This is a disaster...

"Alice! I have nothing to wear!" I yell through my bedroom door, turning and pausing in one of many-tried dresses in front of the floor-length mirror hanging beside my light-wood wardrobe. I hear footsteps padding in the hallway on the other side, and then Alice's head pops up behind the door as she looks quizzically at all of the garments spread across the floor in heaps. She walks into the room fully and frowns.

"Why? Where are you going?"

-Brad is taking me to a party." I try my best to say that nonchalantly, as if it's really no big deal, but the truth is; I've never been to a party. Mostly because I didn't have many friends at the previous schools since every one always automatically branded me as a 'freak' from the first day on. This year has been my luck though, and I intend to fulfil it as normally as I can. She raises an eyebrow and crosses her arms over her chest.

"And who's Brad?" She questions harshly, though I sense some excitement in the underlay of that tone. I sigh and slump myself on the bed, letting the dress fall to the ground in exasperation. I stare up at the ceiling in despair.

"You know who he is. I told you I met him after my first day at school." When she still looks completely blank, I sigh and sit upright, shooting her a dubious glance.

"Brad: the guy who's always smiling weirdly at me and whom, I think, has a crush on me?" I fall back onto the soft bouncy bed and spread my arms and legs dramatically. "But I have nothing to wear!"

She laughs and uncrosses her arms, her eyes loosing focus for a moment as she falls deep in thought. "Ah ha!" She exclaims suddenly, raising a finger in the air at me. "I know exactly what you should wear!" She squeals with excitement as she charges out of the room, the door slamming behind her. I shake my head and focus on the blank ceiling above me. One line, two lines, three lines-

After two minutes of impatiently waiting and counting the barely visible, vertical lines in the ceiling, Alice finally comes back with two different dresses clutched in her hands: one is strapless and night-blue with a strap of sequins across the waist, cut mid-thigh.

I eye it up and down but I catch Alice's eyes scrunch together in concentration and slight disappointment as she looks between the garment and me. "Why did I even pick this for you?" She begins furiously, "It isn't even your freaking colour!"

Okay, she's taking this way too seriously, and it's actually kind of funny. It's like she's reliving her teenage party experience straight through me. Something that's been impossible in the past.

I look at her, dumbfounded and with a shake of my head and take the second one from her hand: it's also strapless and ends mid-thigh, but is has a white, sweet-heart neckline bust, with black and swirly designs encircling the waist, cutting the top half of from the puffy black skirt.

I look up and meet my sister's excited gaze. She nods her head at me with a beaming smile and pulls me up from the bed as I clutch the dress in my grip, pushing me hurriedly towards the en-suite bathroom door. I close it behind me, listening to my sister's impatient humming with amusement. I can also feel the little tinge of excitement buzzing through my veins myself.

I slip into the dress and smile when it hugs my body perfectly. I open the door slowly, just to taunt my sister and walk out, swirling around dramatically so that she can look at it. When I face her, she's wearing a huge smile on her bright face, nodding her head enthusiastically and clasping her hands together.

"You look absolutely gorgeous in that dress baby!" She exclaims, stepping forward and enveloping me in a tight hug. I can barely breathe.

"Th-Thanks..." I let out in a queasy breath, grinning at her as I pull back. She gives me one last smile before disappearing downstairs with rapid steps. I listen to her footsteps pounding down the staircase when I hear a familiar beep! . I practically jump for my phone on the ground and pick it up. It's quite pathetic actually.

'Hey you, I'll be there soon. Brad.'

Shit.

Shit shit shit shit!

I glance at the display of the time on my phone and groan when it reads 19:41. That means that I only have nineteen minutes to get my hair and make-up done. Be aware, that I have no idea how to do this, so I pull out my laptop from one of the open cardboard boxes and balance it on the desk, opening up Youtube. I type in 'party makeup tutorial', and select the first video that comes up. I bring it over to my vanity on the other side of the wardrobe and set it down. Right after school I'd been shopping for more make-up and hair-tools since I've never actually cared enough to do both things and thereby didn't have any. I slide into the chair in front of my dressing table and press play. The first few minutes are complete disasters which result in me having to wipe all of the make-up of.

But then I gradually get the hang of it.

I open up another page and put on a random playlist, humming along to Mirror by Lil Wayne as I slowly but surely finish the make-up look. I make my eyes darker with a smoky eye and voluminous black mascara, which results in my blue eyes looking even bigger and piercing. I apply soft lipgloss and bronze my light skin to give it a darker and sculpted complexion. As I'd taken a shower after I'd gotten home earlier today and washed my hair, I resort in just leaving it natural. It's already air-dried, and my blond hair has always automatically dried naturally in beachy curls.

I slide out of the chair and waddle over to the wardrobe - yes, waddle - reaching for a pair of black heel and sliding them on. The first few attempts of me walking in them result in me face-palming, but I eventually get the hang of it. I have to grip the staircase banister though as I tentatively half-crawl down the stairs. I take my faux-leather jacket from a hook by the door and slide it on, and grab my black purse-bag to sling it onto my shoulder.

Peering out the window, I notice Brad leaning against a silver Mercedes. When he sees me looking at him from the inside he waves casually, and I wave back. The guy feels lazy enough not to come up to the front door. Oh well, I'm not complaining. I secretly eye up his athletic build in the light shirt with rolled-up sleeves and simple denim jeans. He does look extremely attractive if I say so myself. But the inside of my annoying mind can't seem to avoid comparing that to the haunting and mysterious darkness that follows a certain Jay Jakobs around like a gloomy cloud hanging over his head. I shake my head and mentally face-palm.

You can't think of another guy while going to a party with a guy that actually -maybe - likes you!

"I'm going now!" I shout at Alice from the entrance hall, but she's too busy texting her secret lover - I assume - to take any notice to me. I shake my head and walk through the door. The first thing that hits me is the freezing cold. I look down at my freshly-shaven legs, and groan. Goosebumps have formed all the way up, and there's no way that I've got time to run up again to put tights on. Oh well, I'll just go 'au naturel.'

I walk down the steps in what I hope looks a seductive sashaying, and join him by his car. He hugs me tightly and being a tiny bit surprise, I pat him awkwardly on the back. We get into the car, and all the while I can feel Brad's heated gaze on my every move.

"Hey gorgeous," He states, starting the engine, "you look gorgeous." I glare at him and he breaks into a fit of laughter.

-You should work on your pick-up lines Brad." I reply, sending him a cool glance, even though a slight smile is trying to force its way onto my face.

"No no, I mean it. You look amazing." I turn my face towards the window, feeling the redness warm my cheeks.

"Thanks." I mumble, and I'm extremely grateful when he begins the car and seems to be concentrating hardly on the dark road, only faintly illuminated by rare street lamps. We spend the next ten minutes in something that I would qualify as an awkward silence, but I'm not sure that he finds it to be that way. Maybe that's just me being socially awkward.

"We're here." He declares, pulling up the side of an unfamiliar road. I've never been to this part of the city, and it seems like we've exited the city-centre to join the suburban outskirts, lined by dark trees and a forest that stretches on for miles around. Only a few grand houses line these streets.

Or should I say, mansions.

I'm amazed by the view in front of me: big grassy plains stretch out towards a towering white mansion, with big double doors that are lit up by lanterns at the sides, and a grand fountain in the middle. The whole place looks majestic, it looks regal. Brad kills the engine and we get out of the car. I immediately wrap my arms around myself to shield myself from curious eyes.

Tons of people are already dancing and making out on the grassy lawn and others are doing keg-stands and doing things that I don't want to detail any further. It's a classic rich teenage party, not that I've had much experience, so my opinion might not matter that much.

"Whoohooo!" Brad yells with excitement, gripping my hand and pulling me up towards the mansion. With him still holding my hand in his, we walk around and step over couples and passed-out drunks on the way into the place. When we get in the first thing that blinds my senses is the strong stink of spirit alcohol and the deafening bass pounding through various loud speakers.

"Brad!?" I shout, trying to get his attention over the blasting music. He turns to me with a puzzled look.

-Yeah!?

-Who's house is this!?" I can see him relax and he raises his shoulders. He quickly scans the packed area and when his eyes land on a particular guy dancing on a table-top with two half-naked girls by his side, he nods towards him.

"That's him! His name is Jason and he's filthy rich! He's on my football team!" I roll my eyes at his obvious statement. Someone without money wouldn't be able to afford this would they now, Brad?

I nod instead of voicing my thoughts and let myself be guided onto the tightly packed dance-floor, Brad pulling me swiftly through the mass of warm bodies. I have to push myself through the dancing crowd sometimes, but we finally make it to a free spot by the side. Brad pulls me closer until I'm flush against him. With the thumping music all around us he slides his hands up and down my body and I try to force myself to enjoy it, to move along with him.

I fail so badly.

Suddenly though he reaches behind me and grabs my ass, and I push him away, taking a shocked step back. Of course though, that's what happens at parties right?

'Be normal, be normal, Emma!' I think to myself, but the nauseating feeling that came with his touch makes me refuse to continue to dance, or rather, grind.

"I need some air." I declare cooly, and I'm more than shocked when he glares at me. I rip my hand from his grip and he lets me go, watching me make my way outside with eyes burning into my back.

Unbelievable!

I breathe in a sigh of relief when the cool night air hits me, and I take a deep breath, filling my lungs with the much-needed outside air. I look around in the darkness that's barely lit up by faintly gleaming lanterns, trying to avoid the drunk guys grasping my hand or trying to pull me into a corner as I go. I usually just push them to the ground and they're too drunk to do anything, resorting in just falling asleep on the grass.

I stop walking when I've reached a dark wall, lined with huge cypresses, catching my breath. It's harder to breathe now, the cold air becoming icy in my lungs, but it is better than the stuffy and hot atmosphere inside the mansion. I groan in despair when I notice that my black heels are getting stuck deeper and deeper into the grass, and that this patch is particularly muddy.

Walking in heels is something that I would not recommend.

At all.

"What's a little girl like you doing out here, all alone?"

I spin around at the sound of a deep male voice, but it's to dark for me to see anything. Don't these people understand the purpose of garden lights? I suppose this area is too far away from the mansion for them to care though, and I suddenly feel stupid for wandering out so far alone and away from any sign of other life.

Stupid stupid stupid!

"Who's there!?" I manage in a trembling voice, adrenaline and fright coursing through my body. I also try to find any sober person around, but there's no on there. I'm alone, or so I think. I can't see anything, but a cruel laugh in that same voice has me frozen in place with sudden fear.

Suddenly, my body is thrown like a rag doll into the cyprus-lined garden wall and I'm pinned there. The man came out of nowhere, and he doesn't smell drunk. How did he get on me so quickly!?

"Let me go!" I hiss, trying to wiggle free from his grasp. It's stupid, because his strength overpowers me by tenfolds. His arms remain firm and he doesn't budge, only laughing more. His maniacal voice has a chill stream down my spine.

"Help!" I shout to anyone who might be around. He looks at me quizzically, tilting his head to the side and eyeing me with glowing eyes.

"Anyone nearby wouldn't hear you, or they'll probably be too drunk to do anything." He states coolly, and I'm suddenly shaking all over, realising the truth in his words.

"What do you want?" I ask, trying to control the fear in my voice. He presses up against me, moving his face closer to mine. His icy breath fans my ear.

-My job was to watch you." He begins, and puzzlement overwhelms me. Watch me? "But you just look too tasty to keep it that way..." He moves his lips up my neck, keeping my shaking body pinned in place. "You smell soooo good..." He purrs, sliding a wet tongue over the length of my skin there.

Why didn't I just stay home? Oh my God this is it, I'm going to get raped, and then I'll die. He grabs my ass and I feel the back of my dress slide up.

Suddenly, the weight is gone. My aggressor is flung to the ground with incredible speed by an invisible force in the darkness, and he's up again onto his feet almost as fast.

"What the hell!?" He yells, glaring at his supposed attacker. I can't see anything at first, but when I notice the outline of the familiar figure of my saviour, my heart stops beating.

"You shouldn't have done that." Jay says, his voice calm and menacing. The other guy laughs and approaches me again, making Jay come closer as well. I'm too shocked to move, to do anything. I don't even run. My body is pinned in its place by frozen fear.

"And why not?" My aggressor asks in a taunting voice, "She isn't yours..." He grabs me harshly by the hair and pulls me close, tilting my neck in front of his mouth and getting a deadly snarl from Jay.

"You were supposed to watch her! Not rape her!" Jay hisses, taking a menacing step closer. My body is trembling all over now. He ignores him and I feel his icy lips on my neck again.

"Let. Her. Go." Jay says, taking another step closer in a crouched position meant for attack.

-I'll see you later Jakobs. Hunter is more than curious to find out if there's any progress..."

Progress?

"...with her."

Wait- what?

"I'm sure he'll be happy to find out that his second in command is molesting our targets." Jay states coolly. The guy holding me laughs a last time, as if Jay's threat hadn't touched him the slightest, before he lets me go and disappears into blackness, too fast for my eye to catch.

I sigh in relief, panick still present in me. As I turn, Jay is gone too. I look around me, but no one is there. Confusion sets over as I spin around frantically, expecting my aggressor to come jumping on me again. No one moves, except a familiar figure running towards me at full speed. I hadn't even heard him coming.

"Emma!" Brad yells, completely out of breath, stopping in front of me and pulling me into a hug. I can't help but feel the tiniest bit disgusted at the thought of those hands grabbing my hands earlier, but the fear that's still pounding through me makes me feel grateful for familiar hands pulling me reassuringly against him.

"Where the hell have you been?" He asks with bewildered eyes as we pull back, "I've been looking everywhere for you!"

I shake my head, still shocked, and bury my head in his shoulder again. I can't speak because the words seem to choke up in my throat. I can't even form coherent thoughts in my jumbled-up mind. Brad's familiar smell is enough to calm me down slightly though. He turns me around with a heavy sigh and guides me back to the car, but not before I notice a quick movement among the trees.

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So I think that this chapter is a bit longer than the usual, but I just had to get it all in. I hope that you guys enjoyed it

Keep on reading to see Angelina pop into action and Brad's feelings getting stronger. And most importantly, who was Emma's attacker and what has Jay to do with all of this?

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