Fire and Ice

Chapter 13- True Love

This is one of my favourite chapters in Fire and Ice so far! I would like to thank anyone and everyone who has commented on this story or told me I am an amazing or even just a good writer!

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Ash's dress is to the side. Anyway Enjoy!

Chapter 13: True Love

  Friday went fast. I didn’t pay much attention to it really. School was just a blur in my head and getting home was a mix of Casey and Seth arguing about who was taking me home and me walk/running half way to my house before I was flung onto Seth’s shoulder. He carried me the rest of the way, much to my disgust on being balanced on his shoulder.

  Right now I am fussing over my hair in my mirror. Tonight Seth and I were going on a real proper date.

  I was wearing a skin tight black dress that stopped just above my knees. It was strapless, and had little strips of little ruffles starting at my waist and reached the skirt hem. I had a blue heart locket. My Dad gave me the locket when I was six; he said my Mum wanted me to have it. A lone tear falls delicately down my cheek. My Dad isn’t here to see me now, going out with a boyfriend. He isn’t here to fuss over me or lecture Seth and I on unprotected sex.

  Another tear fell. My mother was never there for me, I had never even met her, so I had no mother figure to do my hair and make up for me or wish me luck with dad’s lecture. I was on my own.

  I take a deep breath. Lucky I hadn’t put my make up on yet or I would’ve looked a real mess! My hair was curled so the curls framed my face perfectly then fell delicately down my back. I wore little black heels that complimented the dress perfectly.

  Eventually I finished my make-up. I wore a lush red lipstick, smoky eye shadow and enough eyeliner to just compliment my eyes perfectly. I looked like a real demon’s girlfriend; I could even pass as a demon.

  I sigh. I am an angel, not a demon. I am a demon’s girlfriend though. It was the least I could do. I looked pretty. I could almost imagine my Dad now.

  ‘Ashley where are you going dressed like that!?’ he would say eyes wide.

  ‘I’m going out with Seth on a date. I told you yesterday.’ I would say.

  ‘Oh yes. That boy. He is very nice......For a boy who wants to get up your skirt.’

  ‘Dad!’

  ‘Don’t worry sweetheart. You look beautiful. He better treat you nicely or he will have a very angry father on his door tomorrow morning.’

  I would sigh dramatically.

  ‘Don’t worry. Just go have fun.’

  ‘Thanks Dad.’

  ‘No problem sweetheart.’

  ‘Love you.’

  ‘Love you too.’

  I sigh again. I’m on the verge of tears, but I will not cry. I will ruin my make-up if I do.

  Ding dong.

  He’s here!

  I do everything but sprint to the door.

  I fling it open.