♡Little Purple Hearts♡ ||Ms.Venable||

|Chapter Seven|

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"It is the east, and Juliet is the sun" -Romeo Act 2 Scene 2
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Warning: Abuse/Violence, Knives

🖤Readers Pov🖤

I was still flushed red when we entered the mall. Those same words were the ones she used in my dream.

Thinking about it I kept my lips pursed out of fear I'd say something awkward.

I stayed right behind Venable following her into a store. She faced me, "What size do you wear?".

"Uhm" she sighed. "Shoe size", I sat still in embrassment. I shrugged not wanting to admit I didn't know. Her eyes trailed downward.

She rushed to the side pointing me to a bench where she directed for me to remove my sneakers.

She took them before disappearing. I felt out of place gazing at the racks of heels in the front.

While I gawked at the shimmering floor Venable came back holding a box. "Where are my shoes?".

"I threw them away, try these" I furrowed my brows. I was due for a new pair.

I opened the black lid, white reeboks. "I can't-" she placed her hand up.

She always cuts me off.

"Put them on" that was the end of it. I slid them on my feet, they were a comfortable fit and they looked nice.

She began to walk away. "We can't just leave with them", she chuckled grabbing my hand to lead me.

"I already paid, what other shops do you want to go to". I chewed my cheek anxiously, I had never been here before.

She pulled me left noticing I wasn't going to respond. Her hand was soft and warm, her slender fingers loomed over mine.

I blushed at the contact worrying my palm was beginning to sweat.

Realizing what she was doing she immediately let go. Averting attention somewhere else she lifted a blouse up.

"I think you'd look good in this". I shook my head reaching for dress beside it. She hummed at it, I figured the lavender hue caught her eye.

It gave me some sort of joy to see the way she stared at it. So I grabbed it scooting past her to the dressing room.

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Hours had passed, but it felt like barely 20 minutes. I turned to Venable.

"Was it expensive?" I asked fiddling with the bags at my feet. She had brought me a whole wardrobe insisting that I shouldn't wear anything old now.

"I've got too much money than I know what to do with" she admitted. I gazed out the window staring at myself in the reflection.

She let a heavy sigh as she got to my street. "Will you be alright?" She was stalling.

I nodded unbuckling. She gripped my wrist to stop me, "Call me if you need anything honey". We exchanged goodbyes and I waved her on.

For the next day I didn't hear from her, part of me was aching to see her. How have I become so obsessed?