Poisoned Rayne - Jess909 (good books to read for 12 year olds .txt) 📗

wished for was that my dad would come back, that I could have a family again... It was a selfish dream... People don't come back... They don't change... They stop thinking about you and they move on. Then you realize that they aren't coming back... You were replaced... and it crushes you. You feel so pointless after that. Like, they meant the world to you... but they didn't feel the same... and they had the power to leave you standing there, alone, cold, useless... and broken. And you feel like you can't trust another human being more than you trusted them... that's when the darkness sets in, you fall into this hole that no one can pull you out of... they just... wait for you to crawl out by yourself... And they tell you they're sorry... that they can't come back now... And they apologize so much, you want to believe it but... you still have that arrow in your heart... that betrayed feeling never goes away. And without knowing it they push it in a little farther sometimes... but even if they did know... they wouldn't care... they aren't really apologizing to you... they want to make their own guilt go away. Everyone just wants to clear their own conscience."

Rayne again stepped into the front door to be greeted by one of her father's men. But this one was not a servant... He looked more along the lines of a body guard or secret service type. He was slim but fit in every way possible, he wore a black suit and was at least 6 ft. She read him to be about 19, and found that to be a little young considering the training he would have to endure to be fit to even step foot in her fathers house. His hair was white, but certainly not from age. It had been bleached that way, and Rayne liked it. Very much. After all she would need a hair color change after a case like this. She walked by him and her eyes danced down his body, he seemed trust worthy enough... but that doesn't mean her back would turn to him.
"Can I help you, Miss?" He was looking down at her with a suspicious look on his face, but his kind quiet voice evened out the mood in the room. Rayne realized she had been circling him, reading his movements, much like she did her victims.
"Yes. Guards shouldn't be inside the house... What are you doing exactly?"
"I... uh.. Rayce wanted me to... uh.."
"Don't you mean Mister Rayce?" Rayce eyed him again stepping up on her toes and back down to toy with him.
"Look, don't say anything okay? I'm supposed to be keeping watch for your dad. Rayce is getting us some shit from the booze cabinet in your dad's office and we'll be out of your hair in no time. I must say it's a shame you can't come too, I bet you'd be losts of fun once we loosened you up a little." He gave her a flirtation look and half smiled... he was pretty cute. Where did Rayce get such attractive friends?
"Hmm," Rayne looked down at her shoes, flirting back a little. "Where are you guys going?"
"To the football field, we're meeting up with some friends. Wanna come? I'm sure you'll find a few girls to chill with, and if not... you have me." He winked at her and took a step closer.
"Is.. uh ... Seth or Britney gonna be there? I don't need my fun being ruined... ya know?"
"Seth hasn't heard about it... he was gone all weekend. And if we see Britt I'll have someone take care of her for you kay babe?"
"Well, if you put it that way... Alright! I'll go." Rayne smiled and walked to the mirror to check herself. "Uh, you're not actually going in THAT are you?" She pointed a his clothes and gave a strange look.
"No, no. I have clothes to change in the car, haha. Don't worry I won't embarrass you!"
Rayce ran down the stairway with a case of beer and a few bottles of vodka, plus a loaded backpack. Who knew there was that much liquor in the house! "Alright dude, let's split before my sister gets... home... fucking hell. This isn't what it looks like! Please don't tell dad! We'll bring more-"
"Dude, shut your hole, she's coming too!" The white haired boy said hold up a hand to Rayce.
"what the fuck, Trevor?! Why would you tell her what we were planning? You supposed to watch out for anyone!"
"She caught me! How was I supposed to know your dad doesn't allow guards in the house?!"
"Can you douche bags shut up so we can go already? I'm driving, let's go!" Rayne glided towards the door past the still bickering boys and held out a hand waiting for the keys to Trevor's car. He was so preoccupied he handed them over without stopping the argument. Trevor sat in the back and grumbled about it the entire ride, which was rather rough considering Trevor's car was older than he was.
"So Rayce, you wanna tell me how a sophomore got invited to a senior party? Or why all your friends are like, two years older than you?" Rayne mocked her brother who stared at her like a hurt puppy.
"Well, I've been friends with Seth since we were in diapers... He kind of took me under his wing when I got to high school. And once the popular kids found out how rich, hot, and how close I was with Seth, it was instant popularity!" He got this cocky grin on his face that Rayne wanted to smack off with a chair.
"So... you bought your way in huh? Atta boy!" Rayne was proud of her brother's success with high school popularity. It was going to give her a one way ticket in too.


Rayne parked the car in the middle of the field like her brother told her to. And stepped out into the cool night air pushing the seat forward she let Trevor step out also, but he got out and moved the seat forward again. He pressed a few buttons that popped the truck lid up which aloud trembling bass lines to pour out of it. He locked the door and slammed it behind him then closed the door and leaned against the car with his hands in his pockets. His white hair hang down in his eyes as a toothpick dangled from his lips, he was rather skinny and dressed in dark colors of grey t-shirt and brown over shirt, with his faded white wash jeans he looked mysterious and appealing to Rayne.. And to many others as girls began to walk up and compliment stupidly on his car. A half smile drew across his face as he looked over the girls to Rayne who shook her head at him, did all guys in this town get that much 'tang'? Trevor pushed a small brunette girl out of the way as she asked his how much horsepower his car had.
"Wow, you know, the color of your car really compliments your eyes!" Rayne mocked at him not making eye contact.
"Oh, don't tell me your jealous now? Besides, I bet you don't even know what color my eyes are!" He put a hand over his face and looked away "Go on! Guess!"
"Please, I couldn't care less about your eye color." Rayne looked away.
"I knew you didn't know!"
"They're slate blue." Rayne said after a moment of looking at two boys smoking by a group of girls.
"Lucky guess," Trevor stepped in front of her and tilted his head to make sure he still had her attention. "Blue is a pretty common eye color, unlike yours... Are they contacts?"
"No... they aren't..." Rayne looked at her shoes as memories flooded back to when kids made fun of her eye color as a child... until they took her away...
"Well, I like them. They make you unique, I'd do anything to be unique," He motioned to his hair. "This is about as unique as I get. Naturally snow white, and proud of it too!" He flipped his hair out of his eyes and they twinkled in the moon light.
"Come on... let's do something, I mean we ARE at a party! Let's act like it!" He took her hand and pulled her over to the group of kids handing out drugs and pushed through the crowd. When they got to the center he draped his arm over her shoulders and let it hang in front of her. "Jacob!" Trevor put his other hand up as if to get the attention of the boy sitting on the ground with a large bag of smaller bags of pot in every size, and a bottle of vodka in his lap. He was skinny with brown hair that spiked in the front, Rayne couldn't tell how tall he was because he was sitting criss-cross on the ground slumped over the bag with a lit cigarette in his mouth.
He looked up, "Trev! You asshole, where you been?! You're missing all the fun!" He picked up a small bag about half the size of a sandwich bag and handed it to Trevor. "Here! This should be enough for you and your friend here," He nodded to Rayne, who politely nodded back and smiled. "But not too much fun, you hear? I'll have to tell Rach!" He laughed and threw him head back that's a drink from his bottle then returning to his other costumers as they threw money at him by the wads. Rayne and Trevor pushed their way back out of the mob and walked toward Rayce who had found a pretty blonde girl to keep him company. Her name was Molly, she was a freshman, and she was wasted as fuck. She laughed at everything Rayce said as if he was just the cutest thing on the planet. But she was cute, she had blonde hair that went down just below her chest and blue eyes, she stood about 5'3 which was the perfect height for Rayce, but by the looks of her, she would take her pants off just for a chance to touch him. Rayce talked her into coming with them as they loaded back into Trevor's car; this time Trevor drove and Rayne sat in the passengers, while the horny couple sat in the back as constant giggling came from the girl.
"Where are we going?" Rayne asked clearing her throat and trying to draw her attention away from Mindless Molly.
"My house, I live alone so we should be okay, plus, there's a bed for her to crash in once Rayce doesn't want her anymore..." He looked in the mirror at them, but they didn't seem to notice a conversation was even in progress. "I'll drive her home once she's sobered up a little.." He continued to drive with a serious expression on his face, Rayne couldn't pin why his attitude had changed.
"Who's Rach?" Rayne asked looking out the front window, but she could feel him look at her.
"Rachel? She's Jacob's sister... We had a thing a few months ago, nothing serious, just getting high and having sex. I dumped her after she said she wanted a more stable relationship and wanted to move in... I don't do that shit, I just want sex, nothing more, nothing less." He took a left turn and sped up a little more so he would catch the green.
Rayne smirked, "Good, emotional attachments just cause problems for everyone."
Trevor glanced at her, "I don't think I've ever met a girl who thinks that way..." He smiled, "But it's hot, I like it."
Rayne looked at him and smiled, as