Dominating Hearts

Chapter 15

"Guess this will do.", I whispered to myself as I stared at my reflection in the mirror.

"I look..okay, don't I?", I frowned after I recollected to the moments I'd watched girls from my school dress up for parties.

They'd look better, prettier, more beautiful than me.

"Mirrors are just pieces of glass honey.", my mother whispered as she emerged from behind me, "and you're more than that."

Turning to look at my mother, I reached out my hands towards her, but she simply just stood there.

I shook my head confused.

I was recollecting my old memories. The one from before I got diagnosed, the one from before my mother became dependent on alcohol.

It was the one from my freshman year. It was my first party, and I was excited than ever.

Caden and I were going together. It was special for me. My mother helping me get dressed, while Caden sat by giving me fashion tips like a pro.

I let out a snort. Those times I really lived for.

Those were the days I cherish, those were the days I wished would come back. Wishing I would wake up from this bad dream already. But no, all they'd ever be now are memories.

Turning to look back at myself I gave myself a one-over.

Clad in a white leather skirt with rim stones on the trimmings, I had pulled over a black choker crop top. Pairing them with my black ankle length boots, I figeted.

The sound of the doorbell chiming through the house, interrupted me from my thoughts, as I raced downstairs to get the door, before it awoke my mother.

Passing through the living room, I paused.

I peered into the dark room.

I could make out my mother's figure on the red couch we'd have forever.

She was yet again passed out. Beer bottles littered the floor around her.

My heart broke at the sight of her laying on the couch looking so....dead to the world.

Light snores reached my ears, as I turned away.

I want to forget too. Just like her. Just for the night.

Reaching the front door, I took a deep breath. Plastering a small smile on my face, I opened the door.

Alex stood there on my front porch, his hand raised as if to ring the bell again.

A smile broke across his face.
"Hey Mads."

Boy, was he gorgeous.

"Hi.", I breathed.

Clad in a pair of dark-washed jeans and a white tee, a black leather jacket completed his look.

His eyebrows rose as he slowly and painfully carried his gaze down my figure.

I figeted. God, why was my skirt this short, again?

"Guess we match.", Alex smirked once he'd finished checking me out.

I shrugged, as I closed the door shut behind me.