Hidden Secrets - A Beau Brooks Fanfic

Chapter Twenty-Three

 

Dahlia's POV

 The house Leo pulled up outside of is a reasonably large one that stood by itself in a street of other houses that looked exactly like it. Despite the fact it had only just reached half six, there were already lots of people hurrying in and out carrying bottles of alcohol. From where I was, the inside look pretty crammed. Leo walks around to my side and helps me out the car and I couldnt help but feel out of place while most girls where walking around in mini skirts and heels whilst I was stood here in my tatty nikes and some old denim shorts.

 "You experienced with parties?" I shout to Leo as we walk into the sea of noise. He looks down at me and grins "I have a feeling your not Miss Gray?" I shake my head rapidly, and edge nearer to him as a group of rather drunk looking girls stumble pass. Even though I lacked in experience, I had vague idea on what time they started, 9, maybe 10. But here, obviously not.

"Hey, Bryony!"

I look across to where Leo is shouting and a tall girl with a puckered expression on her face starts to walk over. She's wearing a short black dress that hugs her figure tightly, and the slit at the top kind of made her boobs pop out. From the way she was walking I guessed she had already had a few drinks.

"Hey Leo baby" she purrs placing a clawed hand on his shoulder. She looks at me and winks and I feel my face flush.

"Who's your friend, she a country girl?"

I hear Leo snigger at Bryony's term for me and try to cover my unsuitable outfit the best I can. Country girl.

"No actually, this is Dahlia, and she needs something to wear, so I thought..."

She tuts and grabs my arm and I wince as her nails dig in to the soft skin. Leo calls bye to us as Byrony makes her way up the stairs pushing past people with me in tow like a dog on a lead. After making it through the crowds we come to a room where she flings open the door. I quickly look away in embarrassment when I see a couple passed out on the floor stark naked. Bryony goes over and nudges them with her heel and both of them wake up and hurriedly leave the room, their clothes in their hands. 

"I decided to come a stay with Ben for a while seeing as he has so much room now" she says opening up another door to reveal hangers up on hangers of clothes. She runs her hand along the edge of each item, stopping every so often to pick something out.

"You like him them?"

"Who?"

"Ben...." she exlaims, looking at me with a dope expression.

"He's nice but....I......hes a bit...." I sigh and sit down on the bed.

"Full on?" she asks and I nod. Ben wasn't just full on. He was cocky. He was very selfish, to pushy, and never really saw the bigger picture. He was everything Beau wasn't and that's what I didnt like. 

Bryony walks back over with about ten different hangers in her hand and thrusts them all towards me. I reluctantly take them and walk into the corner to hide myself getting changed. The outfits she had picked out were all either black or a dark shade of red. I pick up the first one and slid into it. It was a black dress, rather similar to the one Bryony was wearing except where the slit had been, it had a lace design that followed all the way down the back leaving the shoulder blades bare. I look over at Bryony and she tilts her head.

"Try the next one"

The next outfit I tried was a short tartan skirt with an off white short sleeved top. Bryony had also put out a pair of black combat boots at the end of the bed which I assumed to wear with it so I put them on to. The response I got was a mixture of swearing and abuse so I decided to move on. Each one after that got the same response and once I had tried on all of them Bryony picks up the first dress I tried on and throws it at me. It was the one I had secretly preferred to.

Just as I am about to make a very wobbly exit on a pair of black stilettos I had found in the closet I get abruptly pulled back and sat down in front of a dressing table.

"You really cant go out looking like that now can you Dahl" Bryony says pulling out a brush a tugging it through my hair. I wince as she yanks a great knot out with a perfectly good clump of hair. I notice her pull a curling wand out of one of the draws and plug it in to the wall. While Bryony's doing my hair I try to think back to the last time I had a best friend. Back then I had always been one of the boys. The only best friend I could remember was a girl named Sophia back in kindergarten. She used to come back to my house every Friday and we would get out all my toys and have a tea party. I would always be the voice of my teddy Olive. Olive. Did I pack her? 

I start to worry about whether I had packed Olive or not and my eyes start to fill up with tears. At the same time Bryony begins violently plucking my eyes brows.

"Are you crying Dahl?" she stops ripping the hairs from my brow and hands me and tissue to wipe my eyes with. 

"No, just the plucking is making my eyes water" I lie and throw the tissue into a bin in the corner of the room. She gives me a friendly smile and puts a few more curls in my hair and then opens a rather large make-up bag on the side of the table. 

Note: You will be pleased to know I have a several chapters written up so upload for the next couple of days should be a bit quicker:) Did she pack Olive? And Leo and her seem to be really getting it on don't they seeing as they used to hate each other so much! Is he all as he seems?