Wrecked

fallout

SCAR

Click clack click. "How's it coming dear?" asked the Dior employee. "Just great." I replied. That would be the fifth she has come to check up on me. Yeah I dress like I'm at cochella every day. It's called vintage. Stupid ass rich people. I wouldn't be here drowning in ignorance if it weren't for the fact my twin sister was getting married in one month. I always aim to offend in that family but It never occurred to me I'd lose my sister and best friend in the process. I could play by the rules for two weeks if it meant her happiness. My greatest regret was the loss of our friend ship. For 16 years she was my anchor my vendetta against my family cost me time with her, my only true family. You can't choose your blood but you can choose who is worth it in your life. Nickolette is worth it. Worth the fake smiles, the lies, scandal, and judgement that comes with being in my family. Moving from the city to the hills cost me time with my sister but I can't miss her wedding. I will face my parents for her. "Need any help" god really? this women was relentless. "No" I replied a little harshly. I strut out of the fitting room. I stared myself straight in the eye in this 560 dollar dress. It hugged by body enough to show I had a figure but not enough to seem slutty or offensive. It covered my shoulders and dipped down to flont my c- cups but not too much and then it senged at my waist and flared out. The deep blue made my eyes bright and my blonde hair shine. "I'll take it" I said turning to look at the woman and slipped her my credit card.

******

"So..." Emilio whispered "do you need a date for this thing"

"No and if I did you would be last person I would ask" I said flatly.

"Ouch baby why do you hurt me like that?" I released myself from the grip he has around my waist and proceeded to the back of the boutique where I knew Cait would be eating her whole foods salad in her office.

"Your cashier is a dick" I said in a as a matter of fact tone and plopped in the chair in front of her.

"Yeah, but girls come in here cos they think he's hot and he doesn't try to steal my shit."

I shrugged and took a bite of my luna bar. "I can't believe you're going to the Hamptons for two weeks I'm so jealous"

"Yeah but you don't know my family"

"Probably because you never talk about them". I sighed. I knew that was valid. I tried to separate my two lives.

"Important question. Did you get cute clothes?"

"Given" I laughed. "I have enough. Even a dress for the wedding incase... you know I'm not a brides maid." I trailed off.

"Bitch you are gonna be maid of honor. She's your twin for Christ sakes." I smiled she always knew what to say. I knew she was right yet doubt filled my mind. I loved my sister more than anything but she was insecure and cared to much about other peoples options. She followed the rules and always did what my parents said. When she came to visit my parents told all kinds of story. Oh Nikki she's off doing charity work in Africa for a week what a doll. Yes my sweet Nikki is taking a spa weekend in the Bahamas. What i'd give to be young again. Bull shit. She's off visiting the black sheep. The exiled child. My brother openly came to see me so I think people knew she visits me too. My brother is perfect so they look past his public visits. He tells me they act like I don't exist and when he mentions me in front of their new friends they are surprised because none of them knew my parents have two daughters. I can't wait to see him either. My sweet Brandon. He really is perfect so perfect you want to hate him but you just can't. He's a doctor, naturally. He graduated from Columbia and has his own private practice in cosmetic surgery. Skin graphs for burn victims are my passion but boob jobs pay the bills. I can hear him saying it in my mind.

NIKKI

"Babe, where's my black Christian Loubatons?" I whined.

"How the hell should I know?" said Jeff leaning out of the bathroom a toothbrush still in his mouth. True. How should he know it's not like he ever does anything useful like cleaning up around our flat.

"Babe I have that internship today."

"Sweetie, that does help me remember what I don't know." I sighed. This is my life now. No backing out. He walked out of the bathroom in only his boxers.

"So I guess you don't wanna mess around before you leave." I stared at him blankly. Do men only think about sex? Well he has money that won't ever stop, good looks, and a perfect family so what more could you ask for?

"Sorry I don't have time." I slipped on my nude heels and clutched my coffee. "I left your breakfest on the stove, babe." as I left I heard him mumble something. I got in the car and checked my reflection. Subtle makeup, tight smart bun. Perfection. I love order I thrive from it. My life is in order. My fiancé somewhat inline. Wedding plans were going on schedule. My internship and school on track. In one week my sister is coming. She always brings hell with her. Another thing to add to my list of worries. What a long list.

I'm beautiful, intelligent, and capable. I silently said my mantra before entering the building. I walked up to the front desk. I was 5'9 so I towered over the receptionist even in my nude kitten heels. " Nickolette Stratton for corporate public relations please" her head jerked up at my last name. As did everyone's.

"Yes, of coarse right this way. " She lead me to two desk in front of a white pristine office. "This is Virginia. She will be guiding you in this experience." A pretty red-head in a tight black skirt, flowy white blouse and piercing blue eyes extended her hand in greeting. She was slightly taller than me but than again she was wearing four inch electric blue Loubatons. Fuck you Jeffery. I smiled brightly and extended my hand.

"Nikki, it's a pleasure."

***

I came home and tossed my bag on the bed today was brutal. They treat me like a high schooler. With all the coffee runs and envelope licking. I sigh. Dress shopping for my engagement party next week was tonight. God I need my sister she is my strength. I looked at the bed. On top were my Loubatons. I felt hands around my waist. He cares. Soft kisses on my neck. He listens.

"I love you." I whispered. He groaned in my neck and turned my around. "Are you coming with me to the cake testing tomorrow?" he pressed his body to mine and kissed down my jawline to my neck. "Ok, but you haven't put any ideas or decisions out there so I'm just trying to get everything down the weddings in a month and there's still so much to do." He stared unbuttoning my shirt. "I like what you like." He growled.