Bloody Blue Lips

Ch 2: Where it all Began

The Past:

     As the sun sparkled, Freya was skipping home delighted. Her blouse was untucked from her plaid skirt. Oh and that stupid tie! Freya loosened it from around her neck.

     She makes it to the fence gate and carefully pushes it open. Creeeeeeaaaak! The house the gate opened to was a nasty orange, with wood panels that were practically rotten. Hopefully, her mother would repaint it soon. 

     Thump! Thump! Thump! When she stomped up the hollow steps to the porch it was clear Freya was tired from the long walk home from school. 

     "Hey, I'm home!" Freya yelled as she entered through the door. Thud! Her backpack drops to the floor and she hurriedly takes off her shoes. She heads for the kitchen where her mom is standing. 

     "Finally, where have you been?" 

     "Nowhere," Freya says with a smile. She grabs a snickerdoodle from the pan on the kitchen table. 

     "Hey! That isn't for you." Her mother is undoubtedly irritated but Freya didn't care. 

     "Yeah well, I doubt the devil will mind." 

     "He's your brother, and I'm saving them for tomorrow!" 

      "Mmhmm, I know." Freya playfully takes a bite of the cookie as her mom rolls her eyes. 

     Freya strolls into her room, blushing at the thought of where she was going tonight. She sits down at her vanity mirror and places the half eaten cookie down next to her. She stares for a while into her own olive green eyes at the thought of him. She snaps back. Okay, let's freshen up. She reaches for a pale-colored powder and applies it to her nose. Lipstick. She needs her dark red lipstick, yes. Now, for her outfit. Something comfortable yet still show-offy. Done. 

     Knock! Knock! Freya rushes out from her room.

     "Hey!" Her mom exclaims as Freya almost knocks her over.

     "I got it! I got it, mom!"

     Her mother looks up at the ceiling and sighs, " Why do I even try these days?"

     Freya pauses at the door, running her hands through her hair and flipping it twice. Who needs a comb? 

     She opens the door and there he is. He leans on the doorframe, his leather jacket matching his raven hair. Freya is radiant. 

     "Hey, handsome."

     "You ready to go?"

     Freya can feel her cheeks warming up. "Always."

     Freya's winded mom appears behind her. "Just remember to come home before dark."

    The door slams in moms face making her blood boil. 

     As the two walk through the front yard, Freya notices Kubera has a new car. His family was well known in town for being extremely rich so it came as no surprise to her. His dad worked for the government or something along those lines, and his mom had been an heiress. She died just as Freya's dad had. Money was therefore associated with pain so Freya didn't mention the new car. Besides she might come off as a stalker seeing as this was their first date. She had only seen his other car. Maybe this was his date car. Okay, that would be weird. Freya shook her head discreetly. Time to focus. 

     With the hood down it was easy to jump into the car but before Kubera could turn on the engine, Freya calmly reached over to hold his hand. 

     "Kubera, wait. You have to tell me where we're going first."

     He leans over and whispers in her ear. "It's a surprise." 

     Freya's face turns red.

     "Do you trust me?" 

     Sarcastically she answers, "Well..."

     Kubera let out a heavy laugh. The engine ignites and the two drive off.