Fiction.

Chapter 30: Happy Halloween.

Chapter 30: Happy Halloween!

I stood at the bottom of the stairs waiting for Peasnie to come down in her Halloween costume. I wasn’t wearing much of anything for my costume just a red tie, a jacket and my black loose jeans.

My mind drifted to her first Halloween with me. My mom dressed her up as a little puppy dog, she was eight months old. The cutest eight months old I’ve ever seen. She was so innocent in her little puppy dog outfit. I got to pick it out, this year she went out with Michelle to get her costume.

I’m scared it’ll be something provocative or too revealing. I have trust in her but she’s a young lady, she’s been trying to show off her ‘figure’. Sadly she’s trying to get the attention of her boyfriend. I don’t like it, not one bit. This Connor guy is a teenage version of me. I know for a fact Peasnie deserves better. She can do better. I want her to have a nice guy who is quiet and smart. Someone who drives a nice car gets good grades. I want her to date a guy who will bring her back earlier than expected. I want her to date goody-two-shoes who’s going to college.

This year we have a Halloween gig planned in Long Beach. Peasnie is coming because I don’t trust her alone to hand out candy to kids. We’re handing some out before we go but if Peasnie stays home she’ll probably drink the last beer and eat all the candy. I don’t mind either but she hasn’t gotten out of the house since the incident. I don’t think she trusts me, even though I’ve proven to her that I’m fine.

I looked up the stairs to see the girl coming down the steps all dressed up as an angel. She had a blonde wig and everything. The white dress was tight against her, it was really short and it revealed alot more than I wanted. Peasnie could pull off being blonde; she had lost some of her tan from the summer. She wore really high heels that were a baby blue and had silver skulls on them.

I groaned gruffly as she stepped down the stairs. She looked a bit worried about something. Probably if my head was going to blow up off my shoulders.

“Michelle said I’d look good as an angel.” Peasnie’s weak voice sounded a bit distraught. I sighed heavily and shook my head, not wanting her to go out like this but it could be worse. I know this for a fact. My gaze shot back up to Peasnie and a smile crossed my face.

“You look ravishing.” I muttered. Her cheeks became bright red and a huge smile fell on her lips. She skipped down the steps and hugged me tightly. I didn’t know where to put my hands so it wouldn’t make it less awkward on my end. It’s like jeans without pockets, you don’t know where the hell to put your hands. I awkwardly patted her back with a nervous smile on my face. She pulled away from me, still smiling widely.

“I thought you were going to hate it.” She basically told me what I was thinking. I hated the costume, she’s only fourteen. She really didn’t need to be looking like this. And I’m really disappointed in whoever allowed her to buy it. I shook my head and forced a smile.

“No, it’s nice.” I choked.

We both quietly sat in the car and drove up to Long Beach. I was really uncomfortable with how she was dressed. I hated that she had her mother’s body. The next few years are going to be fun. Peasnie looked up at me with those bright blue eyes, my blue eyes, not Matt’s. She pursed her lips slightly before dashing her gaze out the window. I heard her inhale deeply before her gaze leaped back to me.

“Am I going to hell?” She asked softly. Her question shocked me. Why would she ask that? Why would she even think that? I looked over at her with a concerned expression. She seemed puzzled. I frowned slightly and shook my head furiously.

“No, who told you that?” I spat harshly. Peasnie bit the inside of her cheek and shrugged, she didn’t want to give away any names because she didn’t want to be a snitch.