“Why do you think everything has to do with your family? That’s pretty vain, if I do say so myself,” he reprimands. “Now, if you don’t mind…” For the second time in minutes, a strange substance is inches from my neck. Motherfucker, this is not how I expected my Halloween to go when I woke up in the morning. Go to the party, they said. You’ll have fun, they said. Never mind that it was my idea in the first place.
