All Chapters of TRUTH OR DARE: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

DAMIENWe booked a hotel last night.It was too late to drive home and Vanessa didn't want to spend the night at my parents' house because she hates my mom. The next morning after breakfast, I slide into my car and drive to my parents house. This time, Vanessa joins me. She doesn't have a problem with paying them a brief visit but she has a problem with spending the night.After a couple of minutes on the road, I pull up into the driveway.My dad is sitting on the porch, smoking. My mom is nowhere to be seen. He immediately stands from the seat when we approach him."Son!" He looks me up and down and then frowns. "You've lost a lot of weight. Are you okay?""Working out.""Hi Dad." Vanessa hugs him.Yeah, she calls my father "Dad" but calls my mother by her name. She's always been fond of my dad."Don't you feed him?" Dad teases her."Your son is stubborn. You know that. You can't force him to do something he doesn't want. And I especially can not force food down his throat because h

DANILast night, Lana came over for a sleepover.We started a tradition of sleepovers once a month when we noticed that we had started drifting apart because of our busy lives. I was preparing for the contest. She was working on her book. We rarely saw each other and even if we did, it was brief meeting and all we talked about is business. Fùck, we didn't even spend Christmas together.But since we started doing the sleepovers, we are closer than ever. And we made a point not to just talk about business but also all areas of our lives.The thing about adult friendships is that both parties need to make an effort to see each other. It's so easy to get caught up in your personal life because of work or family and forget all about friendships. I was slowly starting to go down that path until these sweet sleepovers saved us.The best part about this is we are both pregnant at the same time. We are going through the same thing and we both understand each other. It's hard being around peopl

DANIWe pull up to the vacation house after two long hours on the road.Two long hours of my mom driving as my dad yelled at her. Pointing a gun at her. Pointing a gun at all of us. Laughing at how terrified we looked. He was enjoying the fùck out of our fear. I swore to myself that if we ever make it out of this alive, I would never forgive him. The car door swings open. The cold hits me like a smack in the face. It's dark outside but the lights are on. I wonder who's in there...It's my sister, Natalie. She's sitting on the floor, tied up with ropes and a duct tape on her mouth. Her hair is messy and her eyes are swollen from constant crying. I turn to look at Dad. I can't believe that he's doing this to us. His own family."All of you!" Dad bellows. "Sit!"We sit immediately.Pointing a gun at me, Dad throws a rope and forces me to tie up Mom. I tie her up, tears streaming down my eyes. Then he throws another rope and forces me to tie up Nate. I do that obediently. Lastly, Dad tie

DANILife is strange.Life is full of surprises. Bad surprises.Just last week, Natalie was planning to throw a small barbecue party with her friends and family today. Work had been stealing all her time and she needed a break. Little did she know that she would be in a casket with her friends and family mourning her.Mom couldn't make it to the funeral of her daughter. She's still at the hospital and hasn't woken up. I'm starting to get worried. Nate and Richard haven't made a full recovery but atleast they are awake. Not like Mom. The doctors keep asking me not to worry but I can't help it. A whole week and she hasn't woken up. She'll be devastated when she wakes up and finds out that her daughter didn't make it. And she missed her funeral.I'm sitting on the front pew, sandwiched between Damien and Lana. I'm watching one of Natalie's friends give her eulogy. Mom won't even get the chance to give her eulogy and that breaks my heart.Damien is holding my hand tight. I still can't bel

DANICamille's mansion was the perfect pick for the reception after the funeral.The guests are waltzing around the large livingroom, cups of coffee clutched in their hands. A bunch of bowls are sitting at the dining table with cookies and biscuits and even chocolates.I'm sitting on the couch next to Camille, munching on the crunchy cookies. Her face is blank and void of emotion but I know that deep down, she's having an emotional crisis. A few hours ago, she broke down as her husband was put to the ground. I can't imagine what that felt like for her. Spending half of your life with someone and then having to watch their lifeless bodies being lowered to the ground. Tragic."Look at them!" Camille points to Damien and Vanessa. "She's always complaining about something. They should break up already."They seem like they are fighting. Vanessa is nagging about something. And Damien is glaring at her. They are obviously the unhappiest couple in the room. I get a little thrill watching the