I'm Sorry- A Slipknot Story

Chapter 101

-January 7th, Iowa-

"Yeah Sid, I'm okay," I say. He's never going to stop asking until he sees me.

"Are you sure? I know Iowa's not a very good place," he says. 

I unfortunately had another run-in with a gang in Paris, and they attempted to kidnap me. But I kicked their asses before they were the ones to scream for help. They didn't do any harm to me, but Sid's one of those people that still worries.

"Yes Sid," I say. I open my front door and Sakari runs in just as I close it, jumping up to talk to whoever's on the phone.

"Aah, I'm getting kisses from Sakari," I say, making Sid laugh.

"Sid! Hi Sid," Sakari says in the phone.

"Hi Sakari. How's Claire," he asks. It's obvious he likes her.

"Mad at me. I sat on the couch with muddy feet," she says.

"Sakari, where are you," Claire asks.

"Say hi to Claire for me, will ya Liz? If I say it she'll slap me through the phone," he says.

"Will do. Bye Sid. Make sure you crowd surf for me," I say. I hang up and Sakari gets off of me, letting Claire hug me.

"Sid says hi," I say after she lets go.

"When you see him again, hug him. He deserves it for these," she says. She shows me her new cat-ear headband made out of metal.

"Cute. I also have something to show you," I say. I put out my hand and she gasps, hugging me again.

"Bruce finally got the guts to ask," she says.

"He also gave me this," I say, putting out the big ring.

"That's hilarious! So, who's the bridesmaids," she asks.

"Well, I was thinking of asking the girls, but you and Ari are definitely bridesmaids. I was even thinking of making you the Maid Of Honor," I say.

"And don't tell Sakari," I whisper, leaning to her, "but she's going to be the dog of honor."

"She'll love it," Claire says.

"I'm going to make a wreath for her to wear made of red roses and lavender and little snowball berries to match my bouquet and the bridesmaid's little bouquets," I say, sitting in the living room.

"Let me call the girls through minds," Claire says. She puts on her thinking face and in about a minute, the girls walk in with shopping bags.

"We came," Scarlet says, Griffin walking with her.

"Auntie Liz," he says, running to me. Since I'm sitting on the floor, I sweep him off his feet and hug him. He gives me a toddler kiss on my cheek and sits on my lap, me being cross-legged.

"Why are your legs hard," he asks.

"I lost them," I say.

"Why," he asks,

"Because auntie Liz had something called bone death in her lower legs and if her legs didn't come off when they did, then the doctors would've have to take more of my legs off," I explain the best I can without confusing him.

"Okay," he says, smiling.

"New tattoos," Chantel asks.

"Yeah. I now have 32 tats in all," I say.

"You're worse than the guys," Scarlett says.

"Can I see them," Griffin asks.

"Sure," I say. I set him in front of me and I show him my tattoos, not including the 'Your Name' one or the 'Out Of Order' one.

---time skip---

Scarlett put Griffin down for a nap in my room, so while he's sleeping I give the bridesmaids their dresses. I made one for every girl in case the certain ones I had in mind didn't want to be in it.

"Who wants to be a bridesmaid," I ask. Chantel, Scarlett, Evangeline, Stacy, Brenna and Christina raise their hands, while the other girls politely decline. I hand the girls their dresses and they go to the bathroom to try them on.

"Who's this one," Lexa asks.

"That's for Ari. I need to tell her that whether she likes it or not she's being a bridesmaid," I say. The girls walk back and give us a little spin, loving their dresses.

"It fits perfectly! Is this why you asked us those measurement questions," Evangeline asks.

"Yep. My mom helped with sewing them, but they came out perfectly," I say.

"You made these? They're designer perfect," Chantel says.

"Thanks. I even made my dress," I say, holding it up to me.

"Damn, wedding dress designers are jealous," Brenna says.

"Try it on," Stacy says.

"I don't know, I might rip it," I say.

"You made the dress. I'm pretty sure you can sew it up again if it rips," she says.

"Oh, okay. Since you said it, you help," I say. She follows me to the bathroom and lets me get undressed, holding the dress for my to step into.

"This dress is amazing, what did you make it with," she asks as she buttons it.

"Well, I made your dress with a soft and flowy material I can't remember the name of, non-scratchy lace so you don't get itchy and uncomfortable when you're standing in the snow and I made my dress with a silk under-layer that touches my skin, five layers of mesh to volumize it, a lightly knit satin layer, white floral lace as the shell and the scraps of the mesh under-layer to make the bottom skirt part," I explain.

"Wow, you should be a designer," she says.

"Ya think so," I ask.

"Hell yeah! You made 8 dresses, 8 tuxes, a flower girl dress, a ring bearer tux and your wedding dress, and you made them wearable," she says.

"Yeah I know. But, my mom made Bruce's tux so I didn't see it, and she wrapped it in a cover so when I did this I didn't see it," I say. I walk back out and give them a spin, hearing them adore my dress. Wait 'till they see Alex.