The mafia's bride (On Hold)

Chapter fifteen: Wake up call

How does it feel to be invited shopping with friends like Lila and Miranda? Hmm, actually there's no right answer to that. I'll admit the first time Lila suggested we go shopping was first period. Our chemistry teacher was rambling on and on about shit that wasn't even related to our assignments. I think he's only in for the teacher salary, according to Miranda, teachers get paid to stay and teach some of these good for nothing brats. Most of them know all about the recent gang violence in Charlotte, and honestly I'm more worried about Ms. Williams then all of my other teachers. Which reminds me to visit her next week after her class. We now talked twice, her advice for me is actually helped to make decisions for my corrupted future easier on me than I originally thought.

Scrambling out of bed, I immediate head for the showers and rub some strawberry cream shampoo through my lavender hair before washing it clean underneath the hot water. It helps to drift me. To drown me underneath the singing ocean. My body smells of fruit as well as the fresh morning breeze of winter. I can feel the breeze from the wilderness wrapping itself around my heated flesh and bones. Turning the faucet off, I wrap a silky pink towel around my waist and try to part my wavy hair down the middle.

Mom always compliments it when I have it curly like this. For some off reason she says it brings out the pureness in my black eyes. But there's nothing pure about me anymore. I'm about to attend a party to which both Lila and Miranda are going to be at as well as Jonah. How would things go with seeing him there I wonder. Would he ignore me like we had never met or would he embrace me like I have always seen on TV shows. Just thinking about our future together makes the curliness of my hair string up.

Slapping on a pair of my favorite blue jeans and a black tank top that cuts itself short showing a small part of my stomach, I squeeze on a purple sweater before racing down the steps. Something smells good as I hop down the last few steps and present myself in the kitchen where Ellie is reading a book while once again listening to rock music. On the stove is a hot plate of blue berry pancakes with melted butter bleeding down the sides. "Morning," mom says with a bright smile. She pressed a wet kiss on my forehead before flipping four strips of bacon on the pan next to the pancakes. Eyeing everything, I find myself drooling over everything before filling my plate with delicious food.

"Special occasion?" I ask mom before sitting down next to Ellie who doesn't even acknowledge my presence. Nodding, mom turns to face me with ease. Her hands out to the side she breaths a deep breath before squealing like a five year old me. "Your father and I are going out to dinner. It's been three months since we've been alone together like this!" Well almost. She doesn't have to worry about us ruining their big plans. Ellie's probably going to crash at a friend's house and of course I'm going shopping with both Miranda and Lila for dresses. Sweet!

As I finish eating, a honk from outside has everyone jumping. Even Dad who was walking down the stairs tired as a mug. I clear my throat of the swallowed bacon before pushing away my plate. "Who the hell is that?" She asks, folding her arms over her chest. Tensing, I stand up straight and eye mom carefully.

"Friends of mine. We're going into town shopping for dresses."

"Dresses? Pryor honey, your prom isn't until the middle of April." She leans against the counter and brushes her blonde hair from blocking her gorgeous pink blushed cheeks. Before I can even say anything, dad does most of the talking for me. "It's for a party, darling. Let the girl go, it's for one of her friends, right?" He turns back towards me and shoots me a bright grin. OMG, I love my dad so much. He knows just what to say and what not to say in front of mom like this. Both of them glare at each other before there's another honk outside. Sighing, mom unfolds her arms and stares into my black eyes.