Chapter 9: Kendall's past catches up with her.....

(SAMARAH'S outfit for the party given above)

SAMARAH'S POV -

As evening came I begrudgingly got ready. I still had no idea why the hell Kendall had gone out of her way to blurt out that I was gonna go.

I am letting her off the hook this time assuming she was still feverish.

I had almost completed my makeup with smoky eyes, light blush and nude lips which went perfect with my totally black outfit consisting of black jeans and a black corset top.

The choice of my outfit colour was based off my current mood which was dread.

I really did not want to leave these two alone here and head out to party.

I asked them for the hundreth time," Are you sure I should go?" Again the same reply followed," You have been working hard and fun is what college life is supposed to be about. Plus, we wouldn't want to stir up trouble with the senior bitches."

I paused at the newly added sentence at the last.

A clash against the most drama causing bitches of college didn't look to be the most promising for my public image.

"Ok then. I am going. Try not to miss me too much, both of you." "Have fun.", both of them chimed as I closed the door.

As soon as I reached the penthouse, I was greeted by the girl at the door who had invited me.

She was practically beaming as she introduced herself as Laila and took me backyard towards the pool where the party was going on in a rage.

She began to introduce me to practically more than half of the people present there and soon the crowd around us grew.

Meanwhile, she just went on bragging to her friends on how close friends both of us were and how quickly I had agreed to attend her party; not even bothering to introduce me to the people anymore.

I knew what all of this was. I was being pranced around like a trophy wife or something by an obviously spoilt rich kid.

A few minutes into the party and I was already hating it.

After clicking a dozen selfies and listening to Laila blabber for some more time, I excused myself to get a drink.

As I headed over to the drinks bar, the crowd around me slowly dissipated although, I could still feel a few eyes on me.

With a drink in hand, I stood wandering whether to bid farewell to Laila or just sneak out. My guts were inching towards the second option.

As I stepped foreward to do just that, I found myself being blocked by and immensely good looking guy.

He was quite well built with muscles almost rippling beneath his black shirt, a messy wave of brown curls covering most of his forehead and his juicy lips in a crooked grin.

OH SHIT!! I had been staring for too long.

I quickly turned to walk as his deep voice flooded my ears," Hey, can I at least know the name of the girl who had been ogling me for at least half an hour?" My face flushed as I tried to process whether it was a genuine question or a sarcastic one.

The smirk on his face made me decide not as I decided to play along," The name's Sam and just for clarification, I wasn't ogling, I was just observing.""Oh yeah. And observed anything you like?", he asked cheekily.

This evening had just got interesting.

After having a friendly banter for sometime, we engaged in more genuine conversation and I got to know that his name was Mark.

Mark now promptly held my hand and we walked on the empty streets at the back of the penthouse. Although we weren't in some dark unknown alley, my gut begged me to return.

So I stopped walking.

But then Mark's fingers gently brushed away the hair on my face as he inched closer, eyes closed.

I stiffened at his sudden actions, but didn't pull away, not being offended at the prospect of being kissed by a hot guy, I liked. I closed my eyes waiting for his lips to meet mine but instead felt a sharp pain shoot through my neck to my whole body.

And then the feeling of something warm and wet dripping down my neck as Mark's head suddenly perked up and he ran off in another direction leaving me to crumble to the ground.

I fought hard to keep my conciousness and not slip into the darkness.

I did not want to die like this.

Suddenly I felt two strong hands lifting me up and carrying me.

Through my haze filled eyes, I tried to discern the facial features of the man who now carried me bridal style and ran as if his life depended on it.

Pale porcelain skin with dark black hair which was gelled back and dark black eyes.

The only thought which I had was that this was the guy whom I had crashed into the other day before slipping into unconciousness.

KENDALL'S POV -

Soon after Samarah had left, Miranda decided that she was sleepy and decided to take a short nap which lasted for two freaking hours!

Ten minutes after waking up she realized that she absolutely needed food and hopped off to get something to eat from a nearby restaurant.

I had even asked her to be quick as I too was very 'hungry' and wanted both of us to eat together.

All of these excuses just to get her to sit still for sometime to act out my plan.

But it had already been close to 40 minutes and she hadn't returned yet. Time was of essence here and I was fast losing it as Samarah would be back soon.

I knew she would sneak out of that party the first chance she got.

The door knocked putting my thoughts at a halt. I prayed to find Miranda's face as I answered the door. I didn't even tap into my advance smelling senses to not get disappointed before opening the door.

I breathed a sigh of relief on opening the door as in came Miranda with KFC.

I glared at her.

Even before I could open my mouth to utter something, she replied," The line today was humongous and I had a craving for KFC and there is only one nearby. It couldn't be helped." She said dismissing my annoyed looks.

I smirked observing that she had gotten quite bossy recently.

I didn't realize I had been staring at her until she said," Something on my face?", as she chuckled slightly.

This girl really knew how to push my buttons.

"Nothing. Just wait for me while I come back from the washroom.", said I while walking towards the bathroom and setting my hand on the door handle when suddenly the front door jerked open and in came Damon carrying an unconcious Samarah. Wait a second. Damon!

Why the fuck was my ex carrying my friend?

Why the hell were both of them covered in blood?(apparently Samarah's judging by the smell)

What on earth was going on?

Finally I screamed," What the fuck are you doing?"

MIRANDA'S POV -

My stomach had begun to rumble threatening to digest itself if I didn't provide it any food. That too fast.

I set the bag of KFC with a thump on the coffee table as Kendall walked towards the washroom. Suddenly the front door flew open.

And in came a guy carrying Samarah in his arms.

Blood smeared on both of them.

The wind got knocked out of my lungs at the moment. The world around me began to spin and then I felt anger like nothing before.

It radiated from the very depth of my soul.

I felt as if my nerves would burst.

I never even stopped to think once that this man could have just tried to help. I simply knew that my friend was deathly hurt and he could be the possible person behind it.

"What the fuck are you doing?", were the only words I could catch before I finally let the darkness take me.