Savannah was the ultimate badgirl and the leader of her gang of girls. They had a strict policy against love and could go to any extent to show how much ignorant they could stay from love. With ruling the highschool's underworld, she almost never ca...
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C H A P T E R S I X | Savannah & Sebastion
I LAID THE SMALL BLACK DRESS against my form and observed my figure in the mirror. It fitted my curves perfectly and showed off my long legs too. It was a wrap dress so my arms were fully covered but despite that, all I felt was cold.
The music was too loud but at least, my girls were finally enjoying something. I trudged to my dresser and let my fingers stroke the silver clasp of the jewelry box. I slowly unclasped it and lifted the top lid. It revealed a beautiful set of a silver chain and two pearls as the earrings. I fell short of breath as I let my eyes go numb in its superficial beauty of this chain.
I took it from it's box and slid down to the floor. The coldness seeped through the fabric of my cloth and I gulped, fear and sadness fighting along with the barriers of my heart. My eyes were focused on the white washed wall in front of me.
"Can I wear it and become pretty like you, mommy?" My wide eyes were bright with child like wonder and awe. I had found everything of my mother beautiful. Everything she put on became an inspiration for my child like brain.
Her cat like eyes snapped to me, her long lashes touching the upper lid. She gathered her lips in a sneer and than placed her hand on my shoulder, her other hand collecting the silver chain from the table. "This?" She asked sharply.
I bobbed my head up and down and sucked in air. "I wanna be pretty too. Can I be pretty?"
My mom stroked the underside of my chin and I let my head fall into her soft and trusted hands. "You're already so pretty," she muttered and than took the silver chain from the table before putting it around my chubby neck. It didn't even look that good, nor did it accentuate my collar bones but it was there and nothing else mattered.
The door to her parlour was pushed open and my little eyes rolled in confusion, lips curling into a pout. I saw a man, almost as old as mother. He was wearing a white checkered shirt with stiff collars and high waisted pants. When he saw my mother, his dull and empty eyes lit up and I was almost blinded by his dazzling Colgate-worthy smile. "Are you ready, Marianna?"
Without giving me a look or some kind of mother-like explanation, she swept past me and into the arms of a man who claimed to love her. More than me. He pressed his lips to her forehead and I wondered why he didn't kiss me on the forehead yesterday and preferred to hold me on his lap for two whole hours without looking at me like he looks at mom.
The silvery chain around my neck enunciated my glowing skin as I chewed on my lower lip, feeling lost. The music was drowning the cheers of the girls downstairs and I knew they were waiting for me but my mind had decided to wander off into harsh and painful memories. The soft humming sound became muffled and I realized they've shut down their music and were preparing for the mist for the dance floor.
