More or Less {A.C.M}

9) Relax, Dad. He's Gay

I stand tall in a pair of black shimmery louboutin high heels, my body cloaked in a thin, quarter sleeved, black lace bodycon dress that only reaches mid thigh, and hugs my body tight, highlighting my curves perfectly.  My silky brunette hair is curled nicely, sexily tousled, and flowing down my shoulders, and back. I just stand there, staring in front of the mirror, half admiring my reflection, half thinking about him and Carter. But, mostly Carter.

 

I still never found out if my assumption was right. And, it frustrates me so much. After everything I did to him, could he really still have feelings for me? Its not likely, but then again, this is Carter we're talking about here. ‘Against All Odds’ is practically his name. I quickly begin to imagine what it would be like if Carter and I were together again.

 

I sigh in remembrance of what it was like before I had to hurt him. I mean, it was far from perfect, but it was satisfying. Carter and I, we would always have our disputes, and our punishments, but at the end of the day we loved each other,  and that's all that mattered. I still remember the day it all went to hell. It was a clear, vivid memory I hated to revisit. Because it will forever be known as the day I fucked everything up.

 

But, maybe now I have the chance to fix it. I have the chance to get him back. If Carter is truly so stubborn, and delusional that he still loves me, I could accept that, and I would do anything to achieve it. After I accomplish the first important goal.  Or possibly do both. Kill two birds with one stone...

 

But, I had to find out if my assumption is right first...

 

Otherwise, it’ll be a huge waste of my time. Time that I could be using to get him back.

 

Sighing, I run my hands down my body slowly, taking note of my own body as they slowly trail from my squared, and firm shoulders past my firmly thin waist. I never quite felt right all dressed up, and fancy, so with that, I side step out of the way of the mirror, and go to grab my eyeliner, and mascara, stepping back in front of the mirror, quickly applying the makeup before moving away so I no longer have to stare at myself.

 

“Piper, the boys said it’s time to go. They want to get there early, and scope out the place before Jay gets there.” Paige informs softly as she steps into the room, giving me the chance to look at her outfit.

 

She’s all dressed up in a tight white form fitting dress that hugs her curves with thin halter straps dazzled in sequins with a gold band that wrapped around the torso just beneath her breasts matched with ivory Giuseppe Zanotti suede platform wedges that make her stand a few inches taller than usual. Her normally wavy hair, nicely curled, and slung over her shoulder carelessly. She looks nice.

 

“Alright. I’ll be down in a minute.” I sigh, walking over to the bed where my phone lay before stuffing it into my bra. I then, walk over to the dresser where my purse sits, grab my gun from one of the drawers, and throw it into my purse along with my wallet, which held money, and my ID, and credit cards, and blow out the door noticing I’m the last one out.

 

I slowly ascend the stairs, not wanting to trip and fall to my death. I can see it now. Death by high heels…