unbridled [completed]

twelve: h a u t e u r .

while the others cover away the relief under the skilled palette, i brush away the betrayal. sheila walks towards me, her hips swaying with a new found h a u t e u r . as always, i smile. but this time, it is forced.

"you read the tabloids?" i ask as angus moves on to do sheila's hair. defining my eyebrows with a thick charcoal, i mask the hurt lined on my profile.

"i didn't bother. she deserved it, anyway." the girl snatches a marlboro and inhales till the nicotine takes charge.

"sheila!" i most definitely do not like this side of her.

"what? oh, don't pretend you never hated her. you were the one who told me that she had a loud mouth. it's like the psycho did us a favor."

the toxic gleam in her eyes are unnerving.