Sisters before misters... Or so I thought (On hold)

Chapter 9: never scare the girl with the knife

Chapter 9: Never scare the girl with the knife

I decide to make myself a white mocha before Sam arrives. The coffee machine beeps and I turn to pull the cup from underneath it. I hear the lamp from the from the lounge room get knocked over . I slide my hand into the pantry and pull out the largest knife we had. I start creeping into the living room, knife in one hand as I look around.

"Boo!"

I swing around slashing my attackers arm. I look up at a scared Sam with his hands raised in surrender. Oh Holy Mother Of God.... What have I done??

Sam sits down as I rush over to our first aid kit and and gather some wet paper towel to wipe the blood that's dripping down his body. Once I clean him up I start to bandage his cut. It is very long but luckily not deep enough to do any serious damage.

I look up at him "Sorry!" I blurt

"No it was my fault for trying to scare a girl who had a butcher for a father," he says in realisation,

I freeze at his comment. Most people don't talk about my dad around me because they think I am the poor little girl who lost her father. The girl who doesn't like to talk about her father because of what people say. Which is true, but I hate how people feel they have to walk on eggshells like I could explode any minute.

"How did you know my father?"

I ask, not realising I am pointing the knife directly at his throat. He swallows, I look at what he has his pupils glued to. I finally notice what I am doing, whoops! I put the knife carefully on the bench beside him.

"I worked for him in his butcher shop, he was the only one who actually gave me a chance at a job, Marcus was the nicest man I had ever met," he smiles, looking back at memories

"You were the young boy he always talked about?" I squeak, Sam notices and looks a little hurt, " you mean your the boy my dad said was..." I trail off mainly mumbling to myself, not believing I finally found HIM.

"What?" he asks intrigued

"Let's start from the beginning," I sigh, he has no idea how much I have wanted to know him.

I pull out the seat next to him and brush off my jeans as I settle,

"My dad came home, it was the day of my birthday. He said he had a new employee to train and would be back as soon as he could. My dad and I weren't as close as Layla and dad, but he loved us all the same. That night dad came home and told me he met a young gracious boy named Samuel. He told me everything about him, dad said we were made for each other. The strange thing was, after the mention of him, every other guy in the world could not meet the standards of Samuel. The day my father died, we were driving to his work because, I knew everything there was to know about butchering and my dad wanted me to teach this guy, while dad was looking after my sick mother. As you know, we never got there. My sister met her boyfriend of how many years and dad never came home," I sigh at the memory of dad.

A tear escapes my eye but before I can swipe it away Sam does it for me, resting his soft hand on my cheek.

"Your saying, the whole of three years I have been with your sister, if you and Marcus did arrive I would have been dating you?" He asks

"Is that a bad thing?" I say without thinking, but I do wonder if my father was right,

"No it's a thing I would have lik-er don't you have somewhere to be?"

He asks quickly grabbing his keys pulling me along side.

We walk out of the house and lock the door.

Just before we hop on his bike he hands me a small leather jacket with silver studs on it.

"You think I'm going to let you get on my bike like that?" he refers to my half top. Something catches his eye as he stares at my stomach.

I fake cough as loudly as I can. He snaps out of his day dream and smirks

"I didn't pick you if all girls to have a belly button ring,"

"And I didn't pick you to be the guy my dad said was my soul mate,"

--CokeandMentosandCokeandMentosandCokeandMentos ---

Once we arrive at the old hospital I jump off, hand him the other helmet, and walk away

I turn and smile at him waving "bye," I wave back

I start walking up a nearly non-existent lane that leads to Crepper Place.

Livvy's familiar figure comes into sight. She is playing in her phone, most likely candy crush, even though everyone stopped playing that last year.

I wave my hand in front of her face, catching her attention. She flicks her head up and smiles. She puts her phone back on her pocket. Livvy yanks my arm all the way up to the new boutique. I look at it and notice it's a fancy dress store.

She drags me in and asks the lady for the dresses she put on hold. The cashier goes 'out-the-back' to retrieve them. I don't think out-the-back would be any bigger than a change room.

Livvy hands the elderly cashier her credit card, I notice it's the blue one that she only uses for emergencies. The cashier hands back the card after Livvy purchases them and walls out the door.

"Now all we need is accessories!" she squeals in delight

"If you are taking about the dance on Friday, I am out," I start to walk away when she grabs my arm and shoves one of the bags to me.

"I think that mysteriously gorgeous guy on that motorbike, and this beautiful handmade dress, might just change your decision," she smiles

Livvy knows how picky I am, when we go shopping she knows what I like, and usually when she says I will love it, she means it. I go over to a bench seat and open the bag. There is a box inside with the words Spire written across it in silver, curly writing.

I hesitate to open the box. Once I do, I brush away the tissue paper, I pull the black fabric out of the box in front of me. It is a beautiful black empire waisted dress, with a black sash that goes across my waist, it also cuts out at the front of the dress to show off my legs. It is beautiful, I always imaged a dress like this, beautiful, bold and black. When I take a closer look at the material, I see glowing blue streaks all through it.

I place the dress back carefully into the box. I jump on Livvy, hugging her to death,

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, I love it!"

"So does this mean we can go, cause Lillian already has a gorgeous dress too,"

" On one condition, did you request for this dress to be made because it looks more beautiful than the other puffy dresses in there,"

"Yes and guess what I got a dress made for me too, a Hermione Granger, goblet of fire remake," she squeals "it looks exactly the same, yet so different,"

I release her from my firm embrace and laugh. Livvy is one of the best friends in the world.

----------authors--------note-----------

Hiya, if you didn't get the Harry Potter reference, watch it. Goblet of fire is really good.

Anyways if you want a pic if Thalia's dress go to:

http://www.dressthat.com/unique-strapless-empire-high-low-organza-black-prom-dresses-cocktail-dresses-under-150-cd-4741.html

And for Livvy's dress just look up: hermione dress goblet of fire

Anyways hope you liked it - kels