Start Somewhere (On Hold... Read Why In The Description)

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This chapter is probably going to be crap.... I'm going through some really personal things that I have to get off my chest before I start writing..so bear with me.

Last year my 57 year old father got in a car accident that caused him to have a heart attack. He has been speech impaired since and has only just started to walk again.
This year my mother left our home in Jamaica to go to Miami to work, leaving me with my brother and my father.
My brother and my father have never seen eye to eye, but since my mother left, they have gotten into fights.
My brother is a very violent person, even laying hands on me in an abusive nature a few times but he's still my bro and I love him (stupid, I know).
Today, my brother and my father had a rather gruesome fight that involved cutlasses (or machetes) and my brother slammed my fathers head in the wall.
The police might get involved but I am not certain and I was just too scared to stay. So considering that it happened on a Sunday I went to church and prayed about it because that is all I could do....
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Enough about that....
That's why I write, to feel at ease when the world is falling apart around me....
Enough said, enjoy the chapter...
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"Try this on!" Blondie threw a black bow tie to London.

"Yea, thanks. Here," London handed him a white jacket.

I watched them in awe. They had been goofing off for a good thirty minutes, behaving like drunk teenagers.

I rolled my eyes, they were drunk but not at all teenagers, I mused while I watched their muscles flex...

I was seated outside of the changing rooms, watching them grab random tuxedos and shoes.

"Just try something on!" I was getting flustered. It was weird watching guys gush over clothes....

Blondie ran into the dressing rooms first and was out in about ten minutes.

He was dressed in full black. Black shirt, black jacket, black pants, black shoes and a pair of black gloves.... I found the gloves odd but I decided not to point it out.

I got up and circled him while he fixed his gold cufflinks.

I frowned a little, thinking of what would make the outfit better. I looked him over again and unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt, smiling to myself.

"Perfect.....," I praised him.

I heard London grumble and felt his glare. Odd.

He went into the dressing room taking his sweet time before exiting in a perfectly tailored tuxedo.

He had on a black pants, black shoes, black shirt and a white jacket.......

Wow....

Hot damn....

I was a bit lost for words... Distracted by his muscles and his smirk.

"I think her open mouth means you look good," Blondie was laughing at me, I blushed in embarrassment, "Let's go get her a dress!"

Oh boy....
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So here I am. In a store.
Sitting down quietly while London and Blondie argued over what I should wear.

London glared at Blondie while he examined their latest choice, a cranberry red dress with multiple cut outs and I was sure it fitted my curves perfectly. But I didn't comment.

London: "You must be crazy! This shows too much skin!"
Blondie: 'It's fine. Stop picking grandma dresses! "
London: "(*profanities that I will not repeat)"

I giggled as the sales women look on on awe at the two grown men arguing over dresses.
I laughed in earnest, their hangovers will be epic!

I got up and took the dress from Blondie who gave a smug smile to London, and I went to the dressing room, pulling the long sleeved ensemble on and smiling. It was just as I imagined. The cut outs were simple and only from my hip to directly under my bra. They showed off my curved hips and small waist.

I walked out of the dressing room, ignoring the amazed looks on London and Blondie's faces and I grabbed a pair of nude peep toe heals from a rack and put them on.

I sat down and grabbed my armani hand bag and rummaged through it; grabbing my hair pins and make up.
After pinning my hair to one side and reapplying my make up, I grabbed a black clutch purse with nude colored embroidery and looked at the boys, posing provocatively as I giggled.

"See how easy that was?" I rolled my eyes at them, "let's go, its already eight o'clock."

The boys managed to snap out of their trance and smiled at my appearance and each other as they grabbed the bags that had our clothes in it and my hand bag.

London paid for the dress and my accessories and off we went.

But I had a feeling that London and Blondie being drunk at a formal function wasn't going to be the worst thing for me to bear tonight.
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I wonder what could happen ??
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