The Heartache He Gives

Chapter 29

(unedited)

My eyes stare over at the figure before me, trailing slowly down towards my body where the small dress that hugs my skin tightly so that one could only think I have no undergarment underneath but of course I found my way around that obstacle and managed to find a set that wouldn't be noticeable beneath this little....fabric

I, for the 9th time, pull down the hem, the thing rises at every movement I come to make already urging me into removing myself completely from this small clothing and burning it to ashes

"S-Sarah I'm not s-sure about this one" I speak up and gaze at her through the mirror, she lets out a groan at the struggle to straddle her heels as she sits on my vanity chair, peering up at me through her hair she cocks an eyebrow

"You look amazing!come on just try it out for this one party, you know ain't nothing wrong with getting out of your comfort zone" she persuades, taking my eyes from her I go back to myself and let out a loud sigh, glancing away I start looking for my shoes

Would it be bad if I wear sneakers?

Having no idea if that's a regulation for these parties I still go ahead and grab ahold of them, it wouldn't hurt to show up with them..would it? Or at least leave them in the car and when I can no longer deal with the straps of my heels stabbing into my foot, I'll fetch them

"Ready?" Sarah voices as she stands to her full height, a relieving breath crosses past her red stained lips, the effort she put into applying those heels is quite impressive

Her height is dramatically different, she looks gorgeous, the maroon dress hugs her beautifully along with her locks that is put up into a ponytail

I give a stern nod, trying my best to not portray how frightful I am feeling inside, this is what? Like my third party? Yet I never fail to feel just as anxious as I was with the other ones

All parties I've attended so far have been a total flunk, Damien being the reason behind why I couldn't enjoy them to their fullest potential, he always seems to find ways to just completely ruin the night and if tonight isn't the roister of them all, I'm never attending another one again.

Shutting the door in which guards me from the slight freezing weather, we make our destination to her car, the leather seat cold against my bare thighs as the dress rises from it's forced position, agitation fumes through me and I'm contemplating on running back into my adobe home and letting Sarah enjoy the party herself

The fact that I'm still going through with this plan despite feeling the stinging gush of wind flowing through the atmosphere bite onto my exposed skin is astonishing.

I truly believe that if Sarah were the type to find it more amusing to stay at home rather than to attend the event in which teenagers get laid and plastered with every passing minute, I wouldn't even consider coming, wouldn't even consider wearing this dress and most of all I probably wouldn't have known of the occasion at all

The ride could have been at least 20 minutes long but the location was near,very near, a maximum of six to ten minutes at most which isn't enough time to pep talk myself into having some confidence tonight, or prepare myself of the awaiting trouble in which lays in the hands of this one particular boy who has managed to make my life hard enough to handle

As we near the block, the blasting music is already heard, the party started at 9:30 and it is now 10, I'm surprised no one has made a complaint and called the cops to stop this absurd noise, though the thought of someone doing just that before we even make it in is amusing to think about, it'd be great for me.I could go home and stay where I know I'm the most safe