Bewitching the Beast

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Ainsley

“Ouch! You really need to stop poking me with the needles.” I yelp out as Summer puts in another needle into my dress that needs altering.

Rolling her eyes up at me, she replies, “Well maybe if you stop wiggling, I wouldn’t poke you so much; now stop talking.”

It’s the end of March and Molly’s wedding is April 12 and I have plenty to do. Luckily Summer was more than willing to help me with my dress and I still have to plan a bachelorette party. I plan on having a spa day before her wedding in Fairhope which is across the bay. Relaxing all day at the spa then going to Camellia Café for dinner is going to be perfect. Molly has never been a partier and she likes quiet places verse the loud and rowdy scene.

“This dress is beautiful on you. Lilac is a great color for you; Molly did well at picking the dress.” Summer smiles and I have to agree.

Standing in a chair in the guest house, I look at my reflection in the mirror that’s across from me. The dress was amazing in the picture, but seeing it on me now is breathe taking. The material is light and soft, but the detailing of the lace and beading is the best feature. It’s sexy, but at the same time it’s modest.

“Yeah, she was always the one with the fashion sense.” I answer with a laugh.

“How did you two meet?” She asks as she moves around my body.

With a sad smile, I answer, “In the group home in Mobile.”

I didn’t add the part where I stepped up and defended her on her first night in that horror of a home. Since that night, we made a pack that we will always be there for one another. Anytime I had a problem, I went to her and anytime someone tried to hurt her, well you get the point.

“What was it like going up in a group home?” Summer asks and I go silent.

What do I say? Do I tell her from the age of twelve to eighteen, I was beat almost every day and that final beating I almost lost my life.

“It was hard, but the kids where supportive.” I answer which was true.

Nodding her head, she then ask, “Did you live in the same home you whole time in Mobile?”

“No, I lived with my grandfather until I was ten, but he past so I was sent to the group home.” I answer and my heart breaks a little thinking of him.

“Oh my goodness, I’m sorry. Was he your only relative?” She apologies quickly.

Shaking my head, I reply, “He really wasn’t my grandfather, but I called him that. He took me in when I was two and we had a wonderful relationship. He taught me about cars, fishing, and how to fix any basic thing. He had an heart attack and died. It was sudden and he didn’t have anyone who wanted me so the state sent me to the group home.”

“Goss, that sucks. You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, but do you know anything about your parents?” Summer asks quietly.

“My mom died during childbirth and my father didn’t want anything to do with me. In fact, when he found out about me, he gave me half million dollars to keep quiet. He was a big business man in Atlanta and had a one night stand with my mother.” I reply steadily.

Grasping loudly, she answers, “What a bastard! I hope karma bites him in the butt.”

“It did. When I was fifteen; he killed himself, because his company was going bankrupted and he owed money to IRS and the mob.” I answer and I feel a little bad for him.