To the Left- A Novella

Beats (5)

The feeling continues as I recapped my hour with the four to Rory. She listens intently while doing my makeup. "Ror, don't go overboard please..." I chuckle as she pulls out the mascara wand from her makeup bag.

"Moi? Never!" she bellowed "You are going to look like such a badass!"

"Good, because I kinda feel like one right now." I smile at her through the mirror.  "You should, from what you just told me. You are starting to have everyone eating out of the palm of your hand. And, oooo girl, that Axel guy, I'm telling you, you need to up the ante with that one and let loose for once, because it sounds like he is totally into you."

I haven't been with anyone intimately too afraid of letting anyone near me, to see me... I cringe and lower my hand to my left hip, rubbing the scars under my clothes. Rory notices. "Listen I don't know what you are going through, I never will know what you went through, but just know that if anyone hurts you I will cut off their penis and make them eat it." I smirked at her protectiveness.

"I know, it is just hard sometimes. Although, honestly, I didn't feel scared or sick when Axel was so close. I think knowing that though is what scares me about him, or that situation. I don't want to have someone get so close only to hurt me in the end."

"I know," she leans down over my shoulders as I am sitting and hugs me tight. "Let me finish you up... and before you ask, yes you are wearing falsies."

I groaned as she applied the glue to one of the lashes.

40 minutes later she is finished with my hair and makeup, pointing to the bed. "That is your outfit, no complaining, you will look hot in it," she smirked at my shocked expression. Its a pair of skin-tight leather leggings, heeled booties that were mostly mesh with lots of straps, a long-sleeve black bodysuit that matches the mesh theme, with flower lace details spread over the top, and a strapless bra. All paired with a black structured jacket to wear out of the house- because we both know if we got caught in our outfits we wouldn't be allowed to leave.  My jaw drops to the floor and I stare at her with a look of horror. "Rory?..."

"I said no complaining, go change," she smirked. Doing just that I move to go change. I trust her thought process even though I am completely scared of the final product. Pulling on the bodysuit and then the leggings; I sit on my bed strapping the booties on. Rory had finished her makeup and is now also getting dressed in a skin-tight black body-con dress that hugs her chest, the only real curves on her body, but the dress does only hit mid-thigh, and her legs are her best feature- other than her boobs- capped off by a pair of ruby red stilettos. We both looked at each other, smiling wide she comes over to me with a pair of large, platinum silver diamond studs and a couple of silver dangle bracelets, dropping them in my hand, so I put them on and shrug on the jacket over top. "You look fabulous," I said.

"Girl, I know," she laughed. I always looked up to her confidence.

"You know if he is there tonight you might want to make sure you are with a bunch of people the whole night so he doesn't rip the clothes off," she laughs, which makes me awkward laugh. "No, seriously Kat, you are...." she eyed me up and down "absolutely perfect in that."

I look in the full-length mirror and gasp.  I've never felt so alive and confident in my appearance. Rory definitely outdid herself again. The bodysuit was slightly boat-necked so my collarbones aren't covered, the flowers on the suit are placed just so and are just enough to cover the majority of the strapless bra, the leggings sit low on my hips, accentuating my curves, sticking to my thighs. The booties and specks of silver complete the outfit. My once curly hair- now straight, framing my face- is settled. I take a look at my smokey eyes, lashes for days, and bold crimson lip. "Ror, you outdid yourself..." I was honestly shocked.