The End Of Summer Haze *Lesbian Story* *COMPLETED*

Chapter Thirty Two

Enjoy, thanks for reading :)

---

When I woke up the first thing I saw was glitter. It sparkled strangely in the moonlight, dulling smoothly into a large sheet across the room.

It hurt my already sore eyes.

I blinked slowly, trying to erase the fuzziness floating around my vision. I felt strange, as if I was half asleep and stuck in a dream not in my control.

And I did not like the feeling at all.

I tried to shake my head, slowly easing the crippling feeling. When my eyes were finally able to adjust I looked around the room, confusion immediately hitting me from my bizzare surroundings.

I was in the middle of some sort of dress shop, the big, glitzy ball gowns a sharp contrast to my bleak mood. They were ornate, giving me the vision of overly decorated cakes, ruffles and bows their key components.
They were the exact kind of dresses I loathed.

And I was wearing one of them?

It draped over me like a blanket, it's volume ridiculous. I had to squint to see the color, the dark light making it difficult to notice, but upon inspection it was a bright bubblegum pink.

And the ugliest thing I had ever seen. So why the hell was I wearing it?

Disgusted, I turned my attention to the rest of the room, scanning its contents. It was dimly lit, the outside of the window showing it was nighttime. Eerie shadows were stretched around the room in result, making me shiver in fear. When I heard a noise behind me I tried to run towards the pleading squeal, but grunted in frustration. Both my hands were tied tightly to the chair arms, cutting off my circulation.

And all chance of movement.

So I craned my neck as far as possible, ignoring the crick of pain. I gasped when I saw the source of the sound.

Summer was standing across the room behind me, her body tied tightly against a mannequin. Her mouth was duct-taped closed, small desperate screams coming out of her in a muffled shout. Her hair was mussed, pushed randomly around her head. And worst of all was her face. Scattered across its surface were dozens of bruises and cuts, discolored and angry looking.

Her beautiful, violet eyes were open wide in terror.

Anger and a desperate need to get to her shot through me at seeing her so vulnerable. So I planted my feet and the floor and shimmied my chair around, moving in small hops. The stupid dress slowed me down, its billowy skirt getting caught under the chair legs and almost making me face plant into the ground. But when I finally made it to her (after loads of cursing and threats) I cringed.

She looked even worse up close.

I would've kissed her, or caressed her cheek, or done something to comfort her.

If my hands weren't fucking tied against my chair.

"Babe, babe are you ok?" I asked desperately, the worry showing on my face. She tried to tell me, the relief in seeing me obvious in her eyes, but the tape muffled her, making it come out in gibberish. A tear ran down my cheek, my hands unable to wipe it away. "Summer who did this to you?" I asked her, the urge to know who almost killing me. I was about to ask again in desperation, when her eyes met with the corner behind me. They grew large, fear reoccupying their depths. And when a cold voice spoke from the shadows I immediately knew who it was.

---

"Lillandra you're awake!" My mother said, creepily enthusiastic as she stepped out of the shadows and into the moonlight. A pang of some unidentifiable emotion entered my stomach, making me want to throw up.

How could she do this?

As I stared at her smug, sinister, plastically surgeoned face, white hot hatred filled my being. If I had not been tied up I would not have been able to stop myself from attacking her.

"Dear you look beautiful!" She squealed fanatically, her eyes observing my appearance excitedly. I raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

"Mom, how the fuck can you be so excited when you tied me up and beat up my girlfriend? You're insane!" My outburst finally snapped her, her fake, calm facade finally disappearing. Instead her eyes narrowed and her lip curled into a sneer, her manicured hands turning into talons.

She truly looked absolutely off her rocker.

"She is not your girlfriend!" She shrieked, the sound hurting my ears. "My daughter CANNOT be gay!" She started pacing in circles, muttering creepily to herself. "What will the other mothers think? Me, with a gay daughter? I'll be a laughing stalk! It has to be fixed, her choices are just going to send her to hell, it's not my fault! IT'S NOT!" She screamed the last part, the noise unprecedented. I carefully stared at her, worried about her capabilities at the moment.

"Mom she is my girlfriend, and you can't change it." I said tiredly, the frustration apparent in my tone.

It was apparently the wrong thing to say.

"It was your fault!" She screamed in Summers direction, making Summer flinch in fear. "You did this to my daughter!" She then pulled something out of her purse, a shiny black object that fit into her hand.

And then, while wobbling precariously on her heels, she pointed the gun right at Summers head.

---

Vote and comment if you please :)