Chapter Thirty One- The Devil She Doesn't Know Part Two

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"What are you thinking about?" The question snapped me out of my reverie and my immediate awkwardness was represented by the sheepish smile I threw at him. I cannot believe that here I am, with a boy I kind of like and I cannot manage conversation with him for even ten minutes without thinking about the most forbidden man I have ever lusted after.

I did not give Jon a reply- because obviously he does not need to know that I was regrettably thinking just how much I wish my sexy as Hell step-father had fucked me- and after that we both fell quiet, so most of the drive was spent in silence. I wish I could stop thinking about him, but I can't, I still yearn for him as badly as the previous nights, if not more.

Jon had driven into a dirt track, and I was not appreciating the woody scenery it led into. I will never be a big fan of such wilderness, but experiences like this do not come without sacrificing some comfort. Jon's family own a secluded cabin in the woods and that's where the party was being hosted. When the mentioned cabin finally came to view after tenths of minutes of seeing nothing but dried trees and overgrown shrubs; I was almost appalled.

"I cannot imagine anyone living here…" I remarked with aversion, kind of musingly so it came off as me having thought out loud. Jon only gave me a brief side glance, almost looking askance at me, but said nothing and continued to drive deeper into the woods.

The cabin was now beyond a humble abode, to me the brown wooden structure tarnished with white and black from failed attempts to revive its derelict appearance with paint, resembled those haunted cabins in the woods in horror movies and those cabins were infamous for many things- none of which are pleasant. I felt like I was walking into some deformed serial killer's lair or into a domain for creatures of the night and supernatural entities; ghosts, vampires and wicked witches with an appetite for human flesh.

I could not hide the uneasiness on my face, I was sneering despite my mighty effort not to. Despite the cabin's derelict appearance leaving me visibly pertubed, there was one thing I appreciated about the scenery; there was only a small group of people dispersed around the woody building and the bonfire created in the middle front of the cabin gave the setting a calming camp adventure like feel. This was far from the boisterous party scene I had anticipated and I am glad because that would have definitely overwhelmed me.

Jon parked next to about five other cars and I nervously watched the attendees roaming up and down and socializing with ease. I could count up to twenty people in the front of the cabin alone and majority were sitted around the fire possibly playing games judging by how engaged they looked. Though I could barely make- out the people's forms from that distance so I could not tell if there were more males than females or vice versa.

"Come on, everyone is waiting for us." Jon unlocked the doors and quickly hopped out, and I copied him, my entire being tensing when it dawned on me that I was misbehaving to the highest degree I have ever reached.

I do not know why, but in that moment, as I stepped out of the car and the cool breeze swept over my face; I was overcome by fear and I had the sudden harrowing feeling of being watched. I felt like there were a pair of sinister looking eyes glaring at me intently from the woods. It definitely did not help that it was late at night, and the area was secluded and mostly illuminated by natural light coming from the waning moon. The sky was not clear, so there were a few seconds of almost darkness as the moon disappeared behind a blanket of clouds every other moment.

"What's wrong?" Jon asked, breaking my long train of thoughts and I stared up at him as he stood in front of me and towered over me a bit. I simulated a smile which was far from convincing and extended my arm to reach for his pocketed hand.

"It's a bit creepy…" I admitted, but kept my bigger fears from him. I could not ruin this opportunity to finally be part of a social circle by telling him that I was gnawed by fear and wanted him to take me back where he found me.

The Devil is going to know, this is not going to end well, not for Jon and certainly not for me either. I thought I could 'misbehave' and get away with it without an ounce of guilt or fear, but that is far from the case. My father will only be back from wherever he is tomorrow, according to what Rohio told me, so why can't I shake off this feeling that he knows that I am here and he is currently watching me, planning out my punishment?

I do not know what I missed, but those distracting thoughts must have blocked out some of Jon's words because when I was finally dragged out of my reverie, Jon was shooting me a glower and he was obstrusively peeved. I watched him sneer and pull back his hand from mine, before he shot me down with his vexed words.

"Well, not all of us are as privileged as you, li enguervo (little princess). This is where my uncle lives, I know, you cannot even begin to understand how it is possible for someone to live in such shit because you have lived in a mansion all your life." I was shocked by the amount of contempt in his eyes, in his voice, the way he looked at me resembled the way Origa glared at me as they took her and her family to their cells. I did not think that he also regards me with disdain and I immediately reacted with an apologetic stare despite not knowing exactly what it is I had said that had triggered his anger.

"I am sorry, that is not what I meant, please do not be mad at me." My entreating speech was not in anyway deficient, he could not have missed just how rueful I was. Jon sighed deeply and seemed to immediately shake off those negative feelings I had exhumed out of him. His hand ran over his hair, pushing it out of his face before he put on his mask and then finally addressed me in a more lenient tone.

"It's okay, let's go, it is getting late, my brothers must be wondering where I am." He said and turned his back to me and started walking in the direction of the party. I followed him quietly, now soused in regret.

I hope all of the risks I took will be worth it once I have to accept my punishment because daddy sure is not going to show me any mercy after this.