Til death do us part.

THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 3RD 2022: SWEET EIGHTEEN.

(DAYLNNE): Every town is said to be a small town where nothing goes wrong, as was Bluefield. Things like petty little crimes happened every day, where didn't it? But nothing like this occurred. Bluefield was an overlooked town where gilded, roistering teenagers acted older and more powerful than they were. A town were these said teenagers carried more money than most adults did, buying every useless item they saw just for the sake of it, swindling and manipulating whoever to get whatever, students who were smart enough to understand things some might find esoteric but just because they can, wasting that time doing something else and paying someone else to do it. People who usually didn't care for others or looked to anyone else for help were the kind of people who resided with the citizens of Bluefield in an extremely specific inner circle. My eighteenth birthday was the first normal day I had in a while. Living in an extremely wealthy family or a European country, you must know the sixteenth candle tradition. It's mandatory. It's where the birthday girl or boy picks sixteen people to light a single candle, sixteen being the one person who heavily impacts your life and then blows out the candles with the last person. I was in Dubai for my sixteenth birthday, and then Madrid for my seventeenth. My parents believed it was more fitting for my eighteenth. I didn't care much. I wasn't your typical, "omg it's my birthday!" Kind of girl, I liked the idea of an entire day being dedicated to me, but every day was about me. I hated the idea of forceful attention. In that moment, when everything else had gone to shit, that's all I wanted to think about, with or without a party. As I got up from the bed, I realized I wasn't at the lake house. I walked senselessly through the hallway, down the stairs and into the living room. Standing in the kitchen, I saw a small little cake on the counter, and knowing where it came from, I tossed it in the trash. I stood there frustrated, closing my eyes, thinking I was imagining things. I turned around and walked back up the stairs, looking at the pictures on the wall. They were mostly baby pictures. I couldn't really make out who it was. There weren't any family photos, just photos of the kid. Making my way back up the stairs, I passed a bathroom. I stepped into the bathroom and looked into the mirror. I was practically naked. And my hair was a bird's nest. I walked back into the same room and saw Koa getting up from the bed. "What the hell are you doing here?" I shouted at him, picking up a shoe and throwing it in his direction. "What? In my house?" Koa looked at me, scoffing sarcastically. "What?" I stood there thinking to myself, "My father was here." I still struggled to fit the pieces in the right places. Koa looked at me, most likely not believing me, chuckling a doubtful laugh. "And my clothes?!" I might not have known where I completely was, but I knew I didn't need to be stripped to my undergarments to go anywhere.

(KOA): "I was drunk!" She shouted again. "Hey! Whatever happened here was consensually on both parties. So don't even imply-" She cut me off. "I'm not. I just want to know why I'm here."

(DAYLNNE): "You asked me to bring you here." He said to me, trying to help jog my memory. I didn't remember. "You kissed me." Koa yelled with emphasis on "you" and "me." "At the lake house." I jogged his memory. "And you wanted to be somewhere more private. Somewhere that felt more like home. You said that." I kissed him. My boyfriend had just died and I had been in bed with his friend. "Please say something." I didn't. I grabbed my shorts from the floor and slipped them over my legs. I bent back down, reaching for my shirt but it wasn't there. "My shirt. Where's my shirt?" I stood back up. "Hello? My shirt?!" I repeated. "You left it in the car, when we you know.." I almost gagged. "The car?" I let him undress me in the back of a car. I didn't even know who I was at that moment. "So what am I supposed to wear?" I scoffed. "I'm just going to walk around in my bra?" He sighed. "Just take my shirt." He took his shirt off and tossed it to me. "I don't need your help." I pulled the shirt over my head and turned back towards the door. "You won't speak to me, you won't look at me? What do I have to do to get you to acknowledge me?" Koa walked around the bed and stepped behind me. "Was it a one-time thing, is that it? Cause I'm okay with that. We have bigger things to worry about, but you have to tell me that now. Are we okay? Cause you can't ju-" "No." I spoke up. "No it wasn't a one-time thing, or no we're not okay?" He didn't budge. He didn't let it go. "I don't know." "What don't you know?" I didn't like to be questioned. "I didn't know right now, okay? I just want to know why my father was here." I turned around and faced him.