Soul Master

3. Amèlie

(I am gradually going to upload narrated chapters on YT for those who prefer to listen than to read. The subtitles are auto generated and may have errors in pronunciation of names, words and sentences, to read along, read here and not on the video.)

'You are not going out like that.' Mum's voice shouted across the room and the door slammed shut before I could breach it. Damn security was tight!

Penteluck materialised in front of me with a disapproving frown of an overprotective parent as his body leaned against the front door like a bouncer blocking a nightclub.

'Like what?' I asked indignantly, though I knew very well what she meant.

'I did warn you.' Asha's voice sounding bored, I turned seeing him casually standing on the last step with a half smile, like this was a giant game at my expense.

'Like what,' my mum, Zayne, mimicked my voice in a mocking tone. 'Look at you!' she gestured. 'You're going to school to learn boring things like Shakespeare and numbers, not how to ride dick,' She took a breath and continued, 'and you don't even need those.' She pointed at my glasses and I took them off, looking down dejectedly. I wore them because I knew the guy in my third lesson liked girls with glasses, knee length socks and neat up-do hair.

'Are you even comfortable like this?' Mum stepped closer and lifted my chin to meet her gaze. 'Well?' she asked challengingly.

Behind her I seen Asha stiffen, his eyes zeroed in on Mum like a sniper with his target marked. I gulped slightly, everyone in here was way to protective of me. It was choking me.

I pulled free from her hold, 'yes Mum, why else would I wear this?'

She sighed. I was wearing black socks with a black skirt just above the knee and a white form hugging shirt, it would have actually passed as acceptable if not for the heels, and okay maybe the skirt was altered slightly shorted than just above the knee, but it wasn't like my ass was showing. Not with Asha's oversized hoodie on me. None of what I had put on was even visible, Mum had just assumed by my footwear.

Penteluck flicked the back of my head, bringing me out of my wandering thoughts. 'Go change.' He said gently.

'But.'

Mum turned my face to her, she rested her head against mine and smiled. 'Amèlie, you look naked, that hoodie makes it look like you have forgot to put clothes on under it, now go upstairs and change.' Her voice was soft, 'you are not leaving this house until you fix your skirt and your shoes. No more than 2 inch heels, no shorter than the knee skirts. If you make me explain this again this week then I will not hesitate to replace your wardrobe with nothing but black trousers and black 1980's band t-shirts while you are out.' She looked sweetly at me, her smile said loving, her tone said motherly. My head said bitch.

'It's my birthday.' I replied, not really knowing what else to say.

Her smile beamed brighter, showing her perfect white teeth. 'Happy birthday, baby.' She kissed my forehead, still smiling she pushed me back toward the stairs.

As I passed Asha I couldn't miss the shaking of his shoulders from unreleased laughter. Clearly whatever had made him uncomfortable when my mum had grabbed me had disappeared like a fart in the wind, leaving him far to amused at my expense.

I clicked my fingers and his laughter turned to coughing, as the little party trick I had unleashed on him made his throat dry as a desert while he choked on his own saliva.