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Like a cold December wind brushing against their porcelain skin; Meadow could feel an intense aura permeating off of those sat within the inner circle of the spin the bottle game. It was like watching a telenovela or a CW show; the drama was palpable and there had been barely any words spoken. They had wrapped their arms around Talya and Cassie but this contact of chakra’s was fleeting as the blonde soon excused herself to the bathroom following a kiss with the Alpha called Brooks. Something like a raindrop in a pool that swelled in their mind made Meadow want to chase her. Perhaps common sense or sense for danger convinced them otherwise. 

It became obvious that the drink they craved was not coming from the players of this particular party game and that was fine; what they had going on was a bit more important than their pursuit of further inebriation; such was life. Meadow placed all ten of their fingertips on their forehead; feeling every atom of the world against their body and loving every second of it. Then there was a touch of darkness after Nicholas and Savannah shared their kiss; Meadow’s baby blues fell upon the scene and although to most Nicholas would seem to be in the wrong, she was drawn to that which pulses from the boy in the glasses; who was the true villain in this story? Nicholas or Tane.

The current vibe running through their veins felt like death by a thousand bee stings. As much as the wholesome content of Alexis, Sam and even Leo did it’s best to wash away that sour feeling in Meadow’s body; it failed. They took a step back from the group, grabbing a bottle from a table on the side and walking deeper into the room. That dark feeling sat in their stomach and began to feel like it was spreading further into their body. It took them to a different place; a place they did not recognise but filled them with absolute dread.

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[i][color=E37FC4]”PENELOPE!!”[/color]

The door slammed shut behind him as he stormed the girls room like a bull in a china shop. [color=E37FC4]“Je t'ai prévenu de passer du temps avec cette racaille, Violet. Tu sais ce qui se passe maintenant, je t'ai prévenu Penelope”[/color] He unhooked his belt and unthreaded it from the thousand dollar slacks.

[color=FFF0B6]”Papa, s'il te plait! Nous n'avons rien fait. Nous étions juste au mauvais endroit au mauvais moment! Tu dois me croire”[/color] Penny sat on the far corner of her bed, curled up into as tight of a ball as she possibly could with her bag against the two corners of the wall; the only light in the room a small desk light. Perhaps tonight would be different; perhaps tonight was just a threat. He couldn’t prove she had done anything because she hadn’t; she and her friend had only happened upon the scene by chance; they didn’t start the fire. [color=FFF0B6]”Papa..”[/color]

It wasn’t different, within seconds he had grabbed her foot and pulled her harshly from the bed and onto the floor. The white cotton dress she had been wearing had been torn off and was now hanging out of the open window. He pinned both of her arms with his feet; wrapping the fine leather belt around his knuckles. [color=E37FC4]”Ma petite fille. Ma parfaite petite rêverie. Aucune de mes filles”[/color][/i]

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Meadow stumbled across the room to a nearby table and climbed on top to survey the room. [color=FFF0B6]”Shway”[/color] They span around in place, their skirt twirling around like a stunning veil; the world melting away around them leaving only the music. The liquid fire began to sear Meadow’s throat as they downed probably more than they should. It was a poison to push out the other poison that had seeped into their veins from being around that game. The venom was running deep. 

Even in the state they were in; Meadow was a sight to behold, graceful, exquisite beauty in a whirlwind of color. Beware the gypsy dreamer.[/center]