Losing Him

Fallen for Him

Chapter Eighteen

Fallen for Him

It was the night of the winter formal.

Savannah spent four hours straightening her bushy hair for the first time, without the help of her mother.

A few neck burns and a lot of patience was all it took to transform her thick, curly bundle of hair into long, sleek hair.

She stared at herself in the mirror, she'd never been bold enough to change something that was so prominent to her identity, even if it was temporary.

She couldn't decide if she liked it because it was different or because her, now, sleek and straight hair, was a lot easier to handle.

The truth was, she wanted help from her mother, especially on such a special night, but couldn't bring herself to ask so much of her mother especially at a time when she's grieving.

After she had finished her hair and make-up, with 15 minutes to spare before Leon shows up, she slipped into her gown that her father purchased two week earlier.

It was a beautiful, backless lilac gown.

It was a halter top with lace details and a chiffon skirt.

Her skin glowed like bronze gold, she felt genuinely beautiful.

She beamed with confidence, feeling like princess for the first time in her life.

She slipped on her high heels and made her way down stairs to wait for Leon.

The house was quiet, her father was working late and she assumed her mother was asleep somewhere.

Ben was hanging around his friends, which was good.

He had been a lot happier lately, she just wished he looked it.

He was coming home with fewer bruises on his stomach, but more on his face, arms and legs.

She trusted Ben, he had never been dishonest with her or given her a reason to not trust him.

She thought the least she can do, was do as he asked, and trust him.

She walked down stairs in a hurry and made a sharp turn not seeing where she was going.

In an instant she was face-to-face with no one other than Mike.

He stepped back, stared at her for a moment, gave her a half-smile and went on about his business.

Savannah was lost for words.

One, she was astounded that he didn't insult her or try to instigate an altercation, two, he wasn't acting like he hated every fibre of Savannah's being and three, he smiled, he actually smiled at her.

Savannah had to do a double take and didn't believe her eyes.

She thought she must've imagined it.

She heard Leon's car pull up in the driveway, she waited for him to honk his horn, but the sound never came.

Leon entered through the front door.

He was wearing casual, black slacks with a black vest and a collard, long-sleeved, white shirt underneath.

Savannah could see that in his chest pocket, where his tattoo was under, he had a daisy pinned to it.

His golden brown curls neatly dangled down his forehead.