Juliette.
After we finished breakfast Ryan sat the dishes in the sink and walked out a door to the right of the refrigerator. I stood walking behind him, when I walked into the garage I looked around seeing loads of cars. "I love your cars." I spat out. He just nodded walking over to a black jeep. He opened the passenger gesturing for me to get in with a slight, joking bow. I stepped in the car as he shut my door walking around and getting in. He started the car and pulled out.
We drove in silence for almost half an hour and I started to doze off.
*dream*
I was sitting beside my boyfriend, Micheal, we were in a dark room. Just the two of us. But it felt as if there was a hundred pairs of eyes just glaring at me. I nervously fiddled with the hem on the black, skater skirt I was wearing.
I went to speak but nothing came out. I reached for Michael, as I grabbed his hand he turned toward me with a look of disgust on his face. " You never loved me, or you wouldn't have ran away with that dick head with no explanation or even a Fucking goodbye." A tear slid it's way down my face."You're a worthless piece of shit. Not worth my time anyway." He stood up slowly circling around my chair, I stayed seated looking down at the floor. "Look how much you've changed for that prick Juliette. You are not the girl I knew, the girl I fell in love with." He stepped back away from me and closed his eyes, disappearing into a smoke cloud. I say there and cried.
A few minutes later I heard a thud. I looked over to see my niece laying on the ground crying, and in pain. I tried to stand but noticed my hands were bound to the chair. I struggled against them. She started screaming very loudly. "Agh! Aunt Julie! please! Please help me!" Blood poured out of the nonexistent cuts she had. I sat there trying to scream as nothing came out and I wore myself down. Soon she stopped moving and there was no sound. I hesitantly looked up to see her lying still on the ground, not even the slightest movement. Dead. She was dead and I couldn't do anything. I let her die. I killed her. This is my fault.
I heard light footsteps and looked up, seeing my sister Danielle. "It's your fault! You're the reason my Gracie is dead! You sat there and watched as he killed her! You could have stopped him! But no. You didn't move. Just sat there and watched like a sicko! You're a Fucking bitch!" She slapped me. I deserved it I killed little innocent Gracie.
With a pop she was gone and was replace with Ryan. He started yelling but I couldn't hear him. Soon I was being shook and heard someone calling me.
*end of dream*
My eyes shot open and I gasped for air. That was the worst dream. Ever. I looked around finally realizing where I was. I was in Ryan's car, I looked over and seen him staring at me with a puzzled look on his face. I just shook my head meaning for him to take it as don't ask me. But you know. Nothing ever works out how I need it to. "What's wrong grace?" He asked worry dripping in his words.
"Nothing. Bad dream is all." I let out a deep breath. "So. Where are we exactly.?" I asked wiping my hands on my jeans.
"We are at a dress parlor. We need to get you a gown for tonight." I gave him a confused look. "There is going to be a party in two weeks. Mother's orders. For our 'engagement' she said if you aren't dressed properly we are both screwed. So.. get out. Act nice. Do not speak unless spoken to... you know what.. don't even speak when spoken to." He said his voice laced with annoyence. I just dropped my head un-buckled my seat belt and reached to open the door. "Dont" was all he said. I quickly dropped my hand and watched as he got out and walked around and opened my door. Roughly taking my hand and jerking me out of the car.
He started walking toward the door pulling me behind him. I whimpered quietly when he pulled to hard. He turned glared at me and threw my hand back. I reached up and rubbed my shoulder. Rubbing it slightly.
When we finally got into the shop a woman, who was underdressed, but it looked somewhat elegant, walked over to us and imediantly started to flirt with Ryan. I just stood behind him keeping to myself. "Grace." Ryan said after shamelessly flirting with barbie from hell. I looked up at him with a questioning look plastered on my face.
He just waved his hand as a sign to follow them. We walked to the back of the store where there were dresses that looked way to expensive for me to even think about, much less buy. Ryan spoke to the girl, who I had learned her name was lauren, and she walked off coming back with a dress back and Shor box.
"This is the dress you will wear to the gala in two weeks. Now. Go into the dressing room. Change into these and come out. I'll be waiting. Don't take to long."
I took the bag and box hesitantly making my way to the dressing rooms. When I got in I hung the bag up on one of the hooks on the wall. I slowly unzip the bag and look st the dress. It's a black, floor length, sequined dress. It a huge dip down the front and a even lower dip in the back. I looked at the tag. A 4. This dress would never fit. And Ryan would be mad.
I slowly took it off the hanger and slid it up. It wouldn't go past my hips. I let out a breath before putting my clothes back on and getting ready to face his wrath. I opened the door and walking out. Ryan looked up from his phone. "Where's the dress.?" I explained to him how it didn't fit. "Loose weight. That dress better fit by the gala. Or else."
"How am I supposed to loose weight before then?! Why can't you just have it altered.?"
"Listen. I may have money. But I'm not going to have it wasted on something that can be fixed for free."
"Fuck you" I ground out clean ching my hands into fists.
"Get the dress. And go to the car." I stomped away and grabbed the dress and shoes before getting back in the car. I'm going to Fucking murder him.
