Reminiscing

Nancy's Protectiveness

Candice POV~

"You look...amazing." Nancy breathlessly said.

I felt a blush creeping up my neck as it made its way to my cheeks. I had agreed to go with Nancy to a club tonight and celebrate my promotion with her. So here I was, standing before Nancy, all dolled up and ready to head out.

I was wearing a long sleeved, short, black dress. It hugged my torso and my bottom tightly. It had an opening in the back that exposed my skin, from my shoulders all the way to my lower back. It was a bit revealing, I must admit. But I really wanted to impress Nancy. And by the looks of it, I had succeeded. It had pearls embedded in the edges and a few on the shoulders. I loved the dress. I had curled my long, dark brown hair. I applied a tiny amount of make up, keeping it as natural as possible. I had painted my lips a deep red. I wore a few gold bracelets and I topped everything up with black pumps.

"Thanks, I guess." I shrugged nonchalantly.

I wasn't used to receiving compliments. They always made me feel weird and I didn't really know how to respond to them. So I awkwardly stood there, while Nancy gave me a cheeky smile.

She seemed really excited to go out tonight. Even though I liked to see her like this, I couldn't help but worry. She hadn't went out since the funeral and as far as I knew, she hasn't touched any type of alcohol. The last thing I wanted was for her to resume her hazardous drinking habits and let it be her downhill again.

"Are you ready?" She asked me.

"Yes. Let's go." I ordered.

"I really like it when you become all bossy and demanding." She teased. "It's a huge turn on."

She sent me a wink and I felt myself blushing again.

What was up with me? Why was I blushing like some teenage girl?

Nancy led me out of the apartment and towards her sleek black car. She really loved this car. I had given it to her for her birthday four years ago. We we're celebrating her birthday and our dating anniversary. I was surprised at how well kept she had it. It still seemed new and there wasn't a single scratch or dent on it. She opened the door for me and I sent her a soft smile.

She was being awfully sweet and gentlemanly today. It made me feel...special? I honestly didn't know how to name the feelings I felt. At some points I felt special, cared for and mostly loved.

Even though Nancy was trying really hard for our relationship, I couldn't help the dark thoughts to rise within me. These thoughts would cloud my mind and cause new, hostile ones to take their place.

Nancy hurt me

There was no way to erase that from my head. The raw truth of it made it harder to forget. It wasn't like I could just put it on the back of my head and avoid it forever. No! The thought was there.
My past was like a sharp thorn that was encrusted in my life. It wouldn't hurt me at times, but it was still there. It was a constant reminder and this realization made me doubt Nancy.

Had she really changed or was there another reason as to why she was being so nice to me? Was she being sincere? Was there a catch behind all of this façade of hers?

"Are you okay?" Nancy's voice cut through my thoughts.

I then realized we were already on the road and that Nancy was throwing me worried glances.

"I'm fine. Why?"

"You've been silent since we left the house." She shot me another worried look before continuing. "You know it's okay if you don't want to go clubbing. We can just go to a restaurant for dinner and head back home."