Chances

Chapter 8 - S.O.S

After about two hours of waxing, make-overs, facials, showers, and nails, we were both finally ready. I was wearing the skin-tight club dress, with strappy silver sequenced heels She was wearing a dark blue tight dress which went down to mid-thigh, but came with a see through over skirt which went from her waist to her ankles. There was a slit on the right side of the skirt.

She looked stunning. Her makeup had been left light, with a bit of mascara, making her lashes look impossibly longer, and some foundation for her freckles, which I thought made her look cute. She called them sprinkles, which was meant for ice cream, and ice cream was meant for five year olds. Her words, not mine.

"Ready?" She asked, at the head of the stairs. I was still standing in front of the mirror, pulling the dress down to cover more. The only default was that the more I pulled it down at the bottom, the more it showed at the top. It was revolting. I felt like a hooker.

"It's too short, Matilda." I wined, making gross faces at myself. It had emphasized all my curves, but still. It made me look like a prostitute. Matilda had done my make-up smoky, and curled my lashes.

"You look fine," She dragged, annoyed. Gripping my elbow, she started walking in her black pumps. "Now," She grinned, mischievously. "Let's go brag about how absolutely gorgeous you look to your admirer." I could detect a small amount of bitterness in her tone, but shrugged it off. Why would she even be jealous of me? Even if I did like the guy, which I didn't, it was illegal. Did she understand that? I.L.L.E.G.A.L! I had toned down my barely noticeable limp to a little stutter in my walk, but no one would notice unless you pointedly stare at it.

I was really getting nervous about this party. What happens if Nate calls me? Or Tyler? Or Adrian or Alex? If any of them found out I was at a party, they would come and get me, and then face to face, they would automatically tell I was lying about something. And then they would figure it out and stop me from working with Mr. Dominique. Something I wondered about all the time was just applying for a new job. I could, and then I could completely avoid all problems that came with my current job... but there would never be any other job with better, or the same, pay. This was amazing, especially for only part-time.

I'd be selfish if I quit. I took this job to help out my family, but would I end up quitting for myself? I couldn't do that to them, it wouldn't be fair. But maybe if I found another job which had great pay, then I'd leave.

Our heels kicked against the wooden stairway as we descended. I could hear Mr. Dominique talking loudly on the phone from where we were.

"Yes, Nikki, I know. Don't raise your voice with me!" He yelled, from the living room. Just as we reached to bottom step, caught his back tense and pacing back and forth. "I told you to be here today, and you weren't. That's your fault, not mine." His voice turned harsh and cruel to whoever was on the phone. "I won't wait much longer. Bring what I want or you won't get the money." My eyes widened, as I stared at him. His phone was brought down to end the call. What money was he talking about? He was supposed to meet Nikki earlier today, but apparently she didn't show up. What did he want? Why was he paying her?

His eyes met mine, and he slowly snaked them down my body. I barely registered what happened until I heard a loud crash. His slick new IPhone had slammed into the hardwood floor. My eyes were wide, and my mouth had dropped open.

"Shit," He cursed, bending down to pluck it off the floor. I jogged over, which was hard considering the height of my heels, and watched as he brushed off the screen, which was covered in small cracks.

"Jeez," I let out a small nervous laugh which I tended to do when under pressure. "That's rough." He glanced over at me, glaring.

"It doesn't matter." He shoved it into my hands, making me stumbled back. "Get it replaced by Tuesday." He ordered, harshly, before stalking towards the stairs. Matilda jumped out of his way, half frightened, and half amused. What was this girl on?