Holly Erickson POV:
Kade Livingston. The name alone conjured images of effortless charm, tailored suits, and a gravitational pull that drew everyone into his orbit. Even now, after everything, I could admit he was captivating. He wasn't just handsome; he was powerful. He moved through social gatherings like a king surveying his domain, an almost arrogant confidence radiating from him. He rarely smiled broadly, a slight, knowing smirk usually sufficient to convey his amusement or disdain. He didn't need to try. People simply wanted to be near him, to bask in his reflected light. And I, like so many others, had been drawn in.
Mark's invitation to Kade's party lingered in my mind. A part of me, the part that was still foolishly bruised, wanted to refuse, to hide away. But another, colder part, the K.B. Barry part, urged me to go. To observe. To gather data. To understand the game I'd been unwittingly playing. So, I went.
The mansion was sprawling, opulent, filled with the usual university glitterati. Loud music, flashing lights, the clinking of glasses. I clung to the edges of the room, a phantom in my plain clothes, trying to be invisible again. It wasn't hard. No one looked at me. Not anymore. I nursed a drink, my mind a million miles away, replaying Kade's betrayal, the emptiness gnawing at me.
Eventually, the music died down, and someone announced a game. "Truth or Dare! Or... Kissing Roulette!" A groan went through the crowd, quickly followed by excited shouts. It was a stupid, childish game, but the alcohol had loosened everyone up.
"Alright, the rules are simple!" a girl shouted, holding up a spinning bottle. "Spin the bottle! Whoever it points to, they choose truth or dare. If they choose dare, and it's a kissing dare, the person who spun the bottle gets to choose who they kiss! But with a twist! Tonight, it has to be someone wearing... black!"
Laughter and cheers erupted. My stomach clenched. I was wearing black. So was almost half the room.
The bottle spun, wobbling, then slowly, agonizingly, pointed to a giggling Sarah. "Dare!" she squealed, her eyes bright.
"Okay, Sarah! You have to kiss someone wearing black!" the bottle-spinner announced. "And since I spun it, I choose who! It has to be either Kade, or... Holly!"
A hush fell over the room. My jaw dropped. Me? Of all the people in the room, it came down to Kade or me?
Sarah's eyes, wide with surprise, darted between Kade and me. Kade, who stood a few feet away, sipping his drink, suddenly looked up, his green eyes narrow and unreadable. He was also wearing black, a sleek dark shirt that made his shoulders look impossibly broad.
"No, wait!" Chloe interjected, ever the rule-follower. "The person who spun the bottle chooses! And where they're sitting decides." She pointed to the girl who had spun. "You're at the head of the table, so you pick."
The girl, a bubbly blonde named Ashley, surveyed the room, her gaze lingering on Kade, then flitting to me, then back to Kade. A playful, mischievous glint entered her eyes. The crowd started to chant, "Kade! Kade! Kade!"
But Kade, usually so composed, looked... uncomfortable. His face was a little pale, his usual confidence faltering. He avoided looking directly at anyone. Even Kade Livingston, it seemed, didn't enjoy being put on the spot when it came to public affection.
Ashley, perhaps sensing Kade's unspoken discomfort, finally grinned, a wicked glint in her eye. "Alright, alright! If Kade is too shy... then I choose... HOLLY!"
The room erupted in gasps, then laughter. Sarah, who had been expecting Kade, looked utterly bewildered. My heart plummeted. This wasn't just a game. This was a public humiliation.
"No way!" Sarah cried, her face twisting in disgust. "I'm not kissing her! That's gross!"
The laughter intensified. My face burned. My ears rang with the sound of their mockery. Gross. That was me. The convenient shield, the unlovable nobody.
"Come on, Sarah! A dare's a dare!"
"Yeah, rules are rules!"
Sarah just shook her head, her eyes flashing with anger as she looked at me. "It's not fair! Why do I have to kiss her? It's like... a punishment!"
The words hit me harder than any physical blow. A punishment. That's all I was. Kade's punishment. A thing to be tolerated, to be used, to be reviled. A wave of ice washed over me, numbing me from the inside out. My skin prickled with humiliation, a cold, creeping sensation that made me want to curl into myself and disappear forever.
I felt something snap. The last thread of my patience, my carefully constructed invisibility. I stood up, slowly, deliberately. The noise in the room died down, replaced by a tense silence. All eyes were on me.
I pulled off my glasses, letting them dangle from my fingers. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, I unbuttoned my oversized black sweater. Underneath, I was wearing a simple black tank top. I took the sweater off, folded it neatly, and placed it on the chair. My body felt like it was moving through water. I reached for the glass of red wine on the table, still mostly full. Without a word, I poured it over my head, letting the dark liquid drip down my hair, my face, my black tank top, staining it a deep, ugly crimson.
The silence was absolute. Not a single person spoke.
I looked at Sarah, my eyes cold and dead. "Consider the dare fulfilled, Sarah," I said, my voice barely a whisper, yet it echoed through the stunned room. "And I'm out of this game."
Then, I turned and walked toward the exit, my head held high, the red wine dripping from my hair, leaving a trail on the expensive carpet. I felt their eyes on my back, their shock, their bewilderment. But I didn't care. The numbness was total.
"Holly, wait!"
It was Kade's voice, sharp and urgent, cutting through the silence. He came after me, catching me just outside the mansion, in the crisp night air. "Holly, what was that? Why did you do that?" He grabbed my arm, his face etched with confusion.
I pulled my arm away. The cold air felt good against my wine-soaked skin. "What did I do, Kade? I played your game. I let myself be humiliated, yet again, for your amusement. For whatever twisted purpose this serves for you and your family."
"It wasn't for my amusement!" he snapped, his voice rising. "It was just a game! And I was trying to protect Dani! She's always so sensitive to public attention, especially negative attention. If Sarah had to kiss her in front of everyone, it would have been another 'incident.' I was trying to avoid that. You were the only other option in black, and I... I thought you wouldn't mind."
My head snapped back, a sharp, bitter laugh escaping my lips. "You thought I wouldn't mind? You thought I wouldn't mind being the public scapegoat, again? The person everyone laughs at, disgusts themselves with? Is that what you think of me, Kade? That I'm so insignificant, so disposable, that my dignity doesn't matter?"
We stood under the cold glare of the mansion lights, the music a distant throb. My hair was plastered to my face, the wine sticky and cold.
"It was just a silly game, Holly," he insisted, his voice softening, a hint of exasperation now. "Don't overreact. You know how these things are."
"Do I?" I countered, my voice raw. "Do you truly believe, Kade, that if Dani had been faced with that choice, if she was the one Sarah had to kiss, that you would have let it happen? Or would you have stepped in? Would you have made a scene? You'd protect her, wouldn't you? You'd never let her be the one to be called 'gross,' would you?"
He stared at me, his eyes wide. He didn't answer. He couldn't. His silence was a roar.
"You see me as less, Kade," I whispered, the words heavy with pain. "Less valuable, less important, less worthy of protection. I'm just a thing to you. A convenient shield to hide your precious sister. And if that's all I am, then I want nothing to do with you. Or your games. Or your family."
"Holly, you don't understand," he said, reaching for me again. "Dani... she's fragile. She can't handle it. You're stronger. You can take it."
"Stronger?" I laughed, a broken, desperate sound. "So my strength is just an excuse for your cruelty? For your complete disregard of my feelings? For turning me into a punching bag?"
"No! That's not what I meant!" he insisted, but his words rang hollow.
"It is exactly what you meant, Kade," I said, my voice shaking with unshed tears. "And I'm done. We're done." I turned and walked away, the cold night air chilling me to the bone. This time, I didn't hear him follow. I was truly alone.
