ThatIsQueen

Things had not gone entirely well for Becka six years ago, and this time things would not turn out well for Erick and the family either, because he had returned—stronger than ever. He rose from the ashes of a building destroyed six years earlier. He returned to watch the blood of those who had scarred them for life run. He returned to reclaim what was his. He returned for Becka and his son.

It all started with a wish my best friend and I had when we were fifteen: To travel to Las Vegas and celebrate the best eighteenth birthday in the world. It all continued in a blissful party to which we had not been invited, and it got worse with a glass with content of dubious origin. That was followed by an erotic dance, and he ended up in the bed of a stranger with a seductive Russian accent. From what I see my plans to celebrate my eighteenth birthday didn't go so well, after all. · ♠ · ♦ · ♠ · History registered in SafeCreative. Any partial or complete replica of this story is prohibited without authorization from the writer (that is, me). Without further ado, enjoy reading.