The Poison Flower

Oblivious

"Where are you going" a shrill, high pitched voice screeched, damn, my cover's blown, i pivoted round, to face the young, stern face of my mother, her blonde hair fell in thin strands infront of her icy blue eyes, her pale lips set in a sharp frown.
"To the club" i scoffed, running my pale, delicate hand through my thick, bushy, out of control, onyx black hair nervously
"Why" mother snarled worriedly, fear danced in the pools of her eyes
"Meeting a boy, don't worry Maggie's coming" i explained, pulling my matt black leather jacket around my torso tighter, glancing at my knee length, ripped, dementor style, olive green dress matched with inky black doc martins, hoping that she'll approve, she never does but its a lot better than wearing skimpy little dresses and she knows that.
"Be safe okay" she simply sighed, before turning around towards the wooden stairs
"Yeah, im always am" i ensured mother, unlocking the rotten wooden and glass door,
"Yeah" she laughed awkwardly, obviously hurt,
I was going to say more, but my phone stared to sing
"The secret side of me, i never let you see"
I unlocked my phone and threw it to my ear, listening to my girly best friend chatter about how many boys She's gonna pick up tonight
"Magg's here bye" i explained, already halfway out of the door
"We love you so much honey, please don't forget that" mother cried, father's silhouette towered over her
"I love you too guys" i chuckled, confused to her sudden display of emotion
"Im so sorry Carmie" a deep, masculine voice echoed through the small porch,
"For what Father" i pondered, really confused and worried
"Nothing Carmie, just go have fun" father forced a smile, before thrusting his large, tanned hand towards me,
"Huh" i questioned, staring at him for hints
"Phone, you don't want to lose it and you can use Maggie's"
Father sternly ordered, i knew better than to question him.
So i dugg my Samsung Galaxy 4 out of my jacket pocket, hoping that my cigarettes stay hidden and threw it in his hand, before bolting out of the house towards Maggie's rusty blood red Toyota hatchback

"Hey Car" Maggie high pitched voice sung, as her favourite and my most hated song bellowed from the radio; Perfect by one direction, in my opinion the worst band in history. Im more of a rock/ Metal chick, listening to bands like flyleaf, papa roach, Evanescence and of course guns and roses
"Hey Magga" i replied, sliding into the passenger's seat and turning on another track, thankfully Seether came on, we created a cd composed of our favourite songs and bands, i noticed that Maggie's fiery auburn red hair was in its rare curly state, engulfed in enough pink glitter to cover the whole of England, her usually beautiful face was caked in makeup, making her look more like a hooker than a model,
She was clothed in a short, hot pink mini dress, her breasts were so close to spilling over
"Ready to partay" she faked pouted before reversing out of my driveway
"You know it" i screamed happily, excited to finally meet my boyfriend in the flesh after four years of talking online
"Im finally going to meet Diel"
I squealed, clutching my studded leather handbag, in excitement,
Maggie stopped the car and spun around in her seat to face me, "he may not be who you think he is" Maggie exclaimed, taking my fragile hands in her strong, tanned ones
"I know but i trust him and i think im in love Maggie" i stuttered, choking back tears,
What happens if he lied to me, if it was all a trick, if he's going to stand me up
"Okay, just please be safe" Maggie forced a smile, before starting the old car again.
What is with everyone today
"Oh and you're wearing that, you look like one of those things from that movie about a wizard you always make me watch" Maggie complained, wrinkling up her nose
"One, those things are dementors, Two, its harry potter, Three its not a movie, he's real and Four ITS BLOOMING AWESOME" i stated, raising my imaginary wand in respect,
"Geek" she muttered, rolling her eyes
"Slut" i whispered, loud enough for her to hear,
"Oww" i whinned when her hard hand meeted my shoulder with great force
"Im not a slut" Maggie spat, smiling to herself about the mediocre punch she landed
"Okay, slag" i laughed, glaring at her, challenging her to fight me
"Im not gonna win" she sighed, giving up, raising her hands in a mock guesture of surrender, which is very dangerous when she's driving the car
"Nope" i crackled, turning the volume up when Monster by skillet came on