Miss Sacrifice

Jaaliyah

I remember when when I  once had a bruise on my face and my teacher was asking questions. I had to lie to her and tell her that i was fighting with my friend. I made sure to tell her that Tanya and I were fighting each other and that resulted with me being suspended for three days. Tanya at the time didn't care to ask what happened and that was that, and everyone knew me as the girl who fought and had a black eye. I didn't know how to tell Malik and I sure as hell didn't want to lie to him. 

We went into a little shop called 'Cat's Place', and it was a shoe store. The store contained high heels, boots, flats and even sandals. I've never been to this store before and there was an intense amount of women in line waiting to either return, exchange or pay. I didn't know if I had enough time to look for some shoes and wait in line at the same time, it was very nice of Malik to treat me after our day out together. I spotted a pair of high heels on a counter, they were about 5 inches tall and the body of the shoe was black but the heel itself had red rhinestones all over it. I loved the shoes once I saw them and I didn't want to look for another pair, I'm sure there was many amongst it that I would love but I was sure of this one. 

"You see something you like?" He asked. Malik noticed my gaze on the pair of heels. 

I didn't want Malik to spend anymore money on me and  I knew that I did not have a dress that matched theses shoes. 

"Oh no, I could never spend money here." I said. 

Malik walked over to the counter that held the shoes, he pointed to them and raised his eyebrow in interest. He took the box and brought them to me.

 "These the shoes you don't want to spend money on?" He asked. 

My heart sank down in amazement of how he was capable of reading my expression but before I knew it I found myself nodding in agreement. "No, I just think they're really nice." I said. 

Malik took my hand and sat me down on a bench, he put the shoe box down and placed one heel on the ground next to my foot. He looked up at me and crossed his arms across his chest, as if interrogating me. 

"Try them on." Malik insisted. 

I didn't say a word, I knew I wanted to try them so I did as instructed. I was nervous to take my boots off and expose my 'Hello Kitty' socks, I looked at Malik and looked at me to the shoes telling me to put them on. I slid the shoes on and strapped on the buckle. I turned my leg around to get a look from the side and I was satisfied. 

"Okay." Was all that I said and started to unbuckle them. 

Malik took my hand and stopped me, "I know you like the shoes ma, so put them both on and go in the mirror. " He said. 

"Its OK, I can't buy them anyway." 

"That's why I'm buying them for you ma. Just have a look." Malik nudged my arm and I felt like a kid again, going shopping with someone who cared and wanted to make me happy. 

I put the other heel on and walked over to the mirror and looked at myself. I was happy with what I looked like in the shoes, it went well with the jeans itself and I wanted a dress to go with it. I turned to get an look from the back and it was even better, the height of the heels made my legs stand out proud. I looked over to Malik and he was already taking in what I looked like, he did a little twirl gesture with his fingers and I turned just a bit to give him a look and he seemed satisfied. I walked over to him and his eyes lit up even more. 

"I like them." I said. 

"I know you do. Lets go pay." He said as he stood up. Malik gave me a look that made me take back what I was going to say. 

We went up to the cashier and Malik paid in cash, maybe to show off for me but I didn't show that I was impressed. Malik held doors open for me, waited until I was all finished trying on the heels, and he paid for everything. I wasn't use to any of this and it was foreign to me but I was starting to love it. The day was great and it seemed like I didn't want to leave when the time came, and I didn't want to go back home. I was time to tell Malik what he was dying to know and I don't don't think he will be able to handle it. Something told me that he was going to get angry, and some part of me wanted to find out.