Make Me Yours

Lillian Fox 02

I struggled to get up, but did. I didn't even bother to look in the mirror. Ever since that day, I have been ugly. I miss my long beautiful hair and my nice and smooth face that made all the boys desire me. I hate this. Now I am butt ugly with horrible skin.

I sighed reaching up and running my hands on my face, feeling every bump along it. I peeled my blanket off my body and headed towards my shitty closet and pulled out my silky pink shirt and some light blue jeans, I walked over towards my window and placed my hand outside, feeling that it's a little chilly out. I grabbed my white coat. I brushed through my hair and left my dinky apartment behind me.

Operation find a boy to break my curse has been a fail, with everyone I chose. When was I going to catch a break? I suppose I'll head to a bar and hopefully pick out some unlucky guy.. I heaved a heavy sigh as I tried to pick my confidence up.

Once I made it to the bar there was a lot of already drunk guys scattered every where. I took a seat in the dark shadows as I scanned the room for my new victim. One guy seemed to notice me, because he kept looking over at me.

I tried to smile and give him a little wave but his eyes quickly averted mine. I knew it... I am never going to break this... I'll die ugly. When is this going to end!!? I have to build up a plan if I am going to lift this thing.

I was so deep into thought, that I didn't notice a guy slipping into the seat beside me.

"Welllll, hewllo." He slurred as he smiled and placed his hand over mine. I took a look at him, he wasn't bad looking but he looked to be at least in his forties. Not happening old fart.

"Uh, hello." I spoke, removing my hand from under his. He didn't seem to notice my unpleasant gaze. He just twirled his fingers to command the bartender to bring him another round of his drink.

"Want anwy prwitty ladwy?" He slurred, giving me a kissy face as he scooted closer to me.

I wanted so bad to roll my eyes but I need to lift this curse... My family will finally let me come back home, thats all I got to think about.

"Yes, I'll have a long island ice tea please." I spoke to the bartender, who just stared at us before shaking his head and making us the drinks.

The bartenders name is Sam Jones, I've been scooting guys here for the last two years and he has always been the one working. We have gotten pretty close but the worst thing is he's gay, so I couldn't have him help me...

"You sure know how to pick them." Sam teased as he whispered in my ear. Once he brought us the drinks he gave me a dry smile before turning on his heel back to the bar.

The conversation didn't seem to die until he pasted out. I heaved a sigh of relief that I no longer have to smell his wicked breath, breathing down my neck. I could see a smile plastered on Sam's face as he watched me get up from the table and make my way towards the counter. Thanks to that aggressive dirty man, most guys have left the bar. There was two other guys left and they both just got here and look like they are discussing business.

"Give me a shoot, Sam." I twirled my finger, putting my head in my hands.