Posh Girls

Silly Song

Hi, just a little warning for below, Valentine gets some stuff said to her, and it’s a little intense, I just want to warn you. I didn’t like writing that bit, but it’s the plot of my story. Ok, so you’ve been warned, read and enjoy.

Also, please read my Authors Plea at the bottom, thanxxx

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Silly Song:

Panting for breath, I darted through the door, and closed it behind me. I checked my watch, and I was relieved to find that I wasn’t too late.

Nervously, I removed my shoes, placing them in the rack, and I made way into the living room, fiddling with my hair, trying to look presentable. My mother and fathers faces were clearly disappointed with my tardiness, and I gave them an apologetic look.

That’s when I saw him- Armando, my future husband.

Black slicked back hair Draco Malfoy style, and slitty eyes the colour of charcoal. He looked at me, and gave me a shark like grin. I shivered, but it must have been because I was cold, not because he scared me, nor because he intimidated me.

He stood up of the couch, and outstretched a hand, the colour of used tea bags, and his skin looked as tough as boot leather. To say he was 20-ish, he looked like a much, much older man. My mother was beaming up at him and me, and I held out my own shaky hand.

Eyes glinting at me, he took it in his, and kissed it, never once leaving my eyes. I had to remain calm, even though he sickened me, and made the very depths of me shake in fear.

“We’ll leave you two alone shall we?” My mother suggested, and I nodded, putting on a smile. The moment my parents left the room though, my face dropped.

“Um, why don’t we sit down?” I offered, and we did. Armando chose to sit close to me, and I tried to remain calm, though my heart was thudding against my chest. I thought it would rip out and expose my innards when Armando placed a greasy hand on my knee.

I ignored it, either that or I scream.

I knew how much this meant to my parents. They’d spent months trying to find me the perfect suitor, and now he was here, I was being ungrateful. But I couldn’t help it, Armando terrified me.

“So, how old are you Valery?” Armando asked me, moving his face close to mine

“Fi-fi-fi-fiteen” I stuttered, and Armando grinned to himself. “And it’s Valentine” I told him, but I doubted he was listening due to the look on his face.  He appeared pleased he’d got such a young prize. His hand crept further up my leg, and my mind flashed back to Martini in panic.

It was something she’d said weeks ago. I shouldn’t have remembered it, but I somehow did. Not all of it, but it was about this.

“Suitors only want 2 things, Valentine: Sex and some little slut in a skimpy outfit to parade about for all his friends and colleagues to ogle. Someday, we are going have to be that, but I vow that I will not let that creep be my first. I decide who that is, not him. I am mine before I am his, understand?”

For the first time, I did understand, especially when his hand got to mid way up my thigh. It kept climbing, and I couldn’t stand it. I leapt to my feet, and looked away, but I heard him get to his feet.

Armando wrapped his arms around my waist, and I swallowed bile that rose in my throat as I felt his hands going lower. He brought his mouth down to my ear, and I felt his sick breath warming my neck.