18TH BIRTHDAY PARTY
Chapter one
She had always looked forward to her eighteenth birthday
She believed it was the only way to gain her total freedom.
Turning eighteen was a dream come true for her
Why wouldn't it be?
She had always felt restricted and the only hope of attaining total freedom was turning eighteen.
The atmosphere was especially different in a good and picturesque way on her eighteenth birthday.
She had woken up that morning in an obvious jolly and vibrant mood.
Finally, she was free.
She could now make decisions for herself.
Angel let out a soft, coquettish gasp when she felt someone smack her suddenly on the butt.
"Sophie, what the hell?" she gasped, grinning widely at her best friend.
"happy birthday bestie" Sophie squealed, popping a bottle of champagne.
Squeals of excitement filled the air and Angel couldn't feel any less happy
It was a dream come true.
The party was lit.
It was a pool party consisting of her and her friends.
No parents
No older brothers.
Just her, her friends and freedom.
Angel Coker, being the last child and only female among the five children was pampered and overprotected.
Though she loved the feeling at first but as she grew older, she began resenting it.
She wanted to be free
Free from the clutches of her parents and the sharp and penetrating gazes of her four overprotective elder brothers.
Angel had it all
Riches
Beauty
Brains, to mention but a few.
However, everyone knew she was the worst spoilt brat and a crazy nymphomaniac.
A pair of hands slid through her waist and hugged her close, capturing her lips in his his.
Angel felt turned on and her mind became clouded with just him
She wanted to go all the way with Martin, her current boyfriend.
Another smack on her butt dispeled the fire ignited by Martin.
As expected, it was Sophie again.
"Sophie, I was having fun"
"you can always have fun later, it's time to cut the cake, birthday girl"
"can't I cut it later" Angel retorted rolling her tongue seductively.
"nope," Sophie replied, pulling her out of the pull.
Angel stood in front of the two layered cake, clad in a skimpy bikini, surrounded by her friends who wore similar clothes as her.
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Angel had her head on Sophie's laps as she typed a reply to Martin's text.
Her mood was relatively good as she had been living how she had always envisioned for the past one week.
She hadn't gone home ever since her birthday party and had been staying at onof her father's villa which was far from home together with her best friend.
No family spying on her or calling her every second to inquire about her where about.
It was too good to be true.
She had been engaging in what she did best this past week, sleeping with different types of men together with her best friend.
That was simply what living was all about.
"is Martin coming over tonight?" Sophie's question disrupted the harmonious silence.
"no, he's gone back to camp" Angel replied, sounding a little sad.
Of course she was sad.
She was already missing Martin.
He was one of the few men that could give her the pleasure and satisfaction she desired.
"you don't have to sound like he's going to be gone for a long time. It's only one night and you'd be seeing him tomorrow anyway" Sophie replied, poking her cheek with her finger harmlessly.
"argh, we're really resuming tomorrow"
Unfortunately, her holiday had to come to an end that night.
She could always avoid going but...
"don't even think about it" Sophie warned, we'll aware of her thoughts.
Angel let out a small chuckle.
"you know me too well" she said with a playful grin.
"I'm your best friend, duh!"
"but can't we seriously take another week off. My dad is rich anyway. I can always afford it" she said narcissistically and Sophie rolled her eyes at her.
"of course you papa is rich but we still have to report to school tomorrow, get that, young Madam?"
"yea, yea, whatever. Your wishes us my command" angel replied submissively.
Sophie might be a s*x craze like her but she still took her studies seriously unlike her.
Angel's reason for going to the university was to look for capable men to sleep with.
She had no time to study.
"I need to go to sleep now. Early to bed, early to rise, girlfriend" sophie said as Angel sat up
"don't go yet" Angel urged, shooting her puppy eyes.
"not falling for it tonight" Sophie replied as she stood up on her feet and stretched lazily.
"h*ck, I'm so tired" she said, bending down a little to kiss angel goodnight.
Angel tried to deepen it but Sophie pulled away.
"goodnight" Sophie said and dragged her feet tiredly to her room.
Angel laid back on the three seater and resumed texting Martin.
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The TV was still on and so was the lights.
Angel yawned tiredly as she got up on her feet.
She didn't realize when she fell asleep.
She switched the TV off and turned on dim lights.
She felt drained of energy and had difficulty walking.
She didn't do any hard work that day so why does her whole body feel stiff.
She should check up on Sophie, she thought dragging her numb feet towards Sophie's room
Her whole body ached badly.
She would need to get a thorough body massage the next day, she thought after glancing at the wall clock.
10:49pm,it read.
She reached for the door knob and turned it.
Pitch black.
She frowned in surprise.
Why was Sophie's room dark.
Sophie was someone who wouldn't sleep without the lights on so why was everywhere dark and what was with the odd and foul stench.
She ran her hand over the wall and flicked the light switch on.
The light suddenness made her close her eyes as it penetrated her sight, blurring it momentarily.
Her vision was cleared and she got the shocker of her life at the sight on the floor.
She stumbled and almost fell on seeing the gothic sight on the floor.
Laying lifelessly on the floor right beside the bed was her best friend, Sophie.
Her eyeballs was neatly plucked out and placed on her forehead, her mouth wide agape with something strange in it giving off a gory feeling.
Upon closer look, Angel realized it was Sophie's v*Gina which had been gruesomely cut.
Her chest was lacerated all the way to her belly button with her internal organs missing.
Two clay pots stood eerily on the two sides of her lifeless body, one filled with her missing internal organs, the other filled to the brim with blood which stung her horrified eyes.
'NEXT WEEK' was written in unsightly block letters on the pots and the most uncanny of all was not a single drop of blood was on the floor.
Angel was struck dumb and horrified at the ghastly sight in front of her.
She let out a war piercing scream and her vision went black.
She fell on the floor, hitting her head on the tiled floor with a shocking band.
She succumbed to unconsciousness immediately