NIGHT TERRORS

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HALLOWEEN HORROR MOVIES PLASTERED ALL OF THE TELEVISIONS INSIDE THE SMITH MANOR. Perhaps half of the televisions in the country yet the only fright Gola had witnessed was seeing Yvonne at her doorstep. It shouldn't have startled her the way it did but seeing yvonne practically posing with ease at the front door with that knowing smirk and amusement glinting in those emerald eyes left Gola more than a little winded. The moonlight had carved her out a deity. An enchanting moon queen. Yvonne was so beautiful it was often downright terrifying. Wicked even.

Surprise had also shaken her. She'd forgotten all about the small get together. Gola would like to place all of her alarm on the latter rather than the former although she as well as yvonne know better.

"Ah if it isn't the witch." Yona greeted Yvonne from behind a muddled Gola.

"Ah if it Isn't the bîtch." Yvonne returned, pushing past Gola inside the house as if she owned the place.

Gola bliked at their not so friendly banter before attempting to close the door. The door was stopped by small hand sporting three dark colorless bracelets.

Nyx.

Apparently this was a sleepover for frenemies. Hopefully no one would be stabbed in their sleep.

She once again sought to close the door only to be stopped yet again. And in clicked Kathe, America and Kennedy.

Kathe beamed brighter than any sun could dream, America's eyes fluttered around the living room before settling on yvonne, and kennedy hadn't taken her eyes off of the door. As if already regretting her decision.

"Balance." Gola sighed, holding out a hand for kathe's bags. Kathe appeared a bit dazed but obliged, handing over her four designer bags without hesitation. "Where are we gonna put all of them?"

"Put them?" Yona retorted, addled as if her sister has spoken a different language.

"Put us?"

Everyone dawned confusion besides Yvonne who mirrored pure amusement.

"Yeah, y-you know like for sleep." Gola stumbled, glancing at kathe in hopes that at least she would back her up. But Kathe seemed as twice as addled as the rest of the girls. "Where do we put them to sleep."

"Oh little sister." Yona laughed, something bright and dangerous gleaming in her eyes. "Who said anything about sleeping?"

Yona accepted this golden opportunity to flaunt her regal room with open arms. Basking in the cliques astonished gasps. Gola could hardly quell an eyeroll.

"This vintage decor is to die for!" Kathe breathed in awe. Yona's room like most of the rooms in the home had been restored to there former victorian glory. Fit for a young heiress. Yona's room boasted opulent gleaming polished wooden floors, a king sized bed veiled with a sheer rose canopy and smothered in handwoven quilts, embroidered tasseled pillows and silks. There was also the almost picture frame like windows that stretched from the floor to the towering domed ceiling, vanilla velvet cushioned love-seats, hearth, honey hued chandelier, and vast framed mirrors.

"This." Kennedy eyes danced hectically across the epic room. "This is bigger than my whole house."

Kathe scoffed. "You live in a condo."

"And her room is bigger than the whole building." Kennedy retorted with a glare.

"Apparently it's not big enough for the two of you." Nyx voiced sarcastically. Grabbing one of Yona's pleated velvet cushions to plop down on the floor next to yona.

"Truth or forfeit?" Yvonned Implored, a mischievous glint of ill intent gleaming like fire in her eyes.

"What?!"

"Truth or dare." Yvonne replied, already locking her eyes on Gola. Gola found herself shrink under Yvonne's watch. This was going to be a long night.

"I'm down." Yona announced, Mirroring Yvonne's impish front.

"Me too."

"Same."

"Sure."

"Are we gonna be feed anytime tonight?" Kennedy hesitantly Inquired, settling next to Nyx atop a few of Yona's embroidered pillows. There was a long moment of silence. She could eat. Anytime. Anywhere. Which Is most likely how she'd achieved her rich physique. Kennedy Bryant had plentiful curves. Her silky soft flesh exaggerated in all the right places.

"I was just about to say something about food. I'm starving!" Gola spoke up honestly. "How does waffles sound?"

"Like heaven." Kennedy laughed, releasing her chocolate brown hair from it's restraints until it hung loosely around her round face then she began to fishtail braid it.

"Where do you put it all?!" Yona shouted playfully serious, rushing to Kennedy and clasping her shoulders. "Tell me your secrets!" Yona envied Kennedy's body.

Kennedy just giggled. She was used to all the attention regarding her appearance. She'd come to expect it. Bask in it. Instead of answering she began braiding Yona's hair and asked, 'truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Is it true that Prince Charming isn't you to the ball?" Katherine questioned smugly.

Yona rolled her eyes. She wished Katherine would mind her own business sometimes instead of being so invested in hers. "Yes it's true." She shared simply, annoyed at Ethan for not being able to come and Katherine for reminding her. "Ethan can't make it to prom."

"Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to—hmm." Yona paused considering. "Become enslaved to the next player for two rounds."

A mix of laughter and inhalation ruffled the silence that followed.

Katherine choked. "What?"

Yvonne gave Yona an appreciative nodd. "Kennedy truth or dare?"

Kennedy glared at Yona for the first time since they'd met. "Truth." she eagerly spilled in hopes of saving her from being dared to do anything unbearably embarrassing. Not that it would help.

"Is it true that your in love with Mr. Smith?" Kennedy inquired already knowing the response.

Lashings of emotions eclipsed Kathe's face. First glaring red bitterness directed at kennedy. A glower so deadly it's a wonder the contented smug kennedy didn't catch fire. The second was shame. Bunches and bundles of roses blooming on her ever pales cheeks, downcast eyes and a symphony of fumbling over saddened syllables swiftly whirling into silence.

"Is this true?" Yona probed sternly, sitting up on her elbows with newfound interest. "Are you in love with my daddy?"

Kathe's tongue reached hopelessly for words. "Umm no I-I...uh." she stuttered, suddenly unable to look Yona in the face. She settled on twirling a loose string of pastel blue hair around her finger and praying with every bone in her body that she'd not messed up her relationship with the smith sisters too.

Her facade was cracking. Her front crumbling. Truth be told Katherine Helena James the Third was at the moment how she always looked in the light. Scared and in Constant crave of someone to love her. If you peeked close enough in between beats of time, in between deep inhales you'd see her doe chocolate brown eyes are overshadowed by blue.

Her heart begged and bleed to breath. To be loved thoroughly.

"YOU DO!" Yonna somewhat laughed, somewhat shouted.

'and another one bites the dust!" she couldn't help but thinking. Yona had lost count of the amount of her peers which confessed to being in love with her father dean. He just had that effect on women. Sometimes even on boys. Most likely due to the fact that Dean was an untamed flirt. He flirted for friendship, bargain deals and he even flirted with food.

The shock bared on Katherine's face made up for Yona's guilt at her previous reaction. It was almost painful to see pretentious perfect Kathe look so crestfallen. Sure it annoyed Yona that Kathe's interest in her family sprang from the desire to have friends she considered her equals in popularity and wealth but it was ten times more vexing to know that kathe was searching for something worth so much more than all the popularity and wealth in the world. A true friend.

Yona wasn't sure it was something she could give. She wasn't sure if she could pry her scars open yet again.

"I your current master, demand that you go pour out your heart to your lover!" Kennedy cheerfully clasped her hands together, beaming brighter than a star. "Go child, confess your love."

Nyx threw a sympathetic look towards Kathe as the all the other girls ralling her on. Katherine with no choice but to oblige slowly made her way out of the door looking utterly shaken and absolutely faint.

"Ah young love." Yvonne sighed, shaking her head.

Giggles infused the room only to be pierced buy a horrified high pitched scream.

Gola's.