The Power Of Cithrí - A Chaol Westfall Fanfiction

Freak pt2

I was pregnant. I was dead certain of it. I had eaten so much it felt like my food baby could burst out of me at any moment. I laughed falling onto the bed at Vikki's joke.
"You were very pretty at dinner." Vikki said, picking up my legs and positioning herself inbetween them.
"Well it wasn't my first choice of outfit." I jumped up, side stepping her and running off into the bathroom with a new dress I hadn't shown her yet.
I emerged from the bathroom in a tight fitted torso and then the bottom frayed out a little to mid way down my thigh. It was saucy, but I felt on fire wearing it. "And I was going to pair it with these knee high boots."
I loved showing off clothes to outfits to Vikki she would hype me up until I felt like I was a member of the royal family.
She smiled and sat on the end of the bed, her head in her hands. "It looks incredible, like it's perfect for your body shape. Although, I think it would look better with my boots." She went to her suitcase and pulled out some brown felt boots. "Try these."
I sat down on a cushion before the wall length mirror. I pulled on the boots.
Vikki came up behind me, slipping her arms around me and kissing down my neck slowly. I zipped up the boots and squirmed out of her hold. "Ta da, what do you think now?"
She sighed and bit her lip. "Stunning, now I think you should hold up your promise and join me in the bed."
"Oh Vikki!" I exclaimed standing before the mirror and pulling at my leg. "Look!" I showed her the purple stain on my skin. The bruise was shaped like fingers, wrapping around my thigh in a horrible way. It was from her earlier at the bar.
"Shame, you won't be able to wear the dress outside this room, or any other dress in fact. Now come to bed."
I frowned examining the bruise. "I reckon I could wear it." If I didn't stand with my legs apart, which I rarely was able to do due to my chunky thighs, no one would probably see it and if anyone asked I could just shrug and say it was from sex or something.
"And I would get done for domestic abuse!" Vikki snapped, completely having lost her earlier happier mood.
"It was a mistake, no one would think anything of it."
"Do you want me to rot in jail?!"
"No of course not. I love you." I reached out for my wife.
"Clearly you don't if you're planning on wearing that out, showing off the bruise I gave you."
"Vikki please, that's not what I'm saying. It was a mistake."
"Just get out! The fact that your still wearing it is an insult." She stabbed a thumb at the door.
"I'll take it off."
"Get out!" She screamed.
I knew better than to stay, once Vikki had it in her mind that something was wrong that was it. I sighed and left the room.

I hated it when Vikki got in these moods, they had only really begun after the wedding, and they could be quite frequent at home when her world load got heavy. I paced around the hotel corridors for a bit, and tried to get back into my room but got yelled at by Vikki again. Lost I headed down for the beach, fingers crossed the bar would still be open.
It certainly was. A party of music, lights and people festering around the wooden top. I waltzed over curious. Dom was working still, mixing up some sort of cocktail, still barely dressed. He seemed to be enjoying himself, a flock of men around him, joking and clapping him on the back. I took a seat at the end of the bar, and picked up a menu. Wow, all these cocktails looked delicious, so did the nachos!
"Now that's the appropriate sort of dress for a beach." Dom leant over the top smiling away at me. I got the feeling he was still the same cheeky barstard he used to be.
"Do I still get drinks on the house? Because I don't have any money on me."
He smirked. "If your parents are still dead then you can have whatever you want on the house. Whenever."
I blushed, twisting my hair as I re-examined the menu with a new found love. For some reason the moment food was free it always tasted a thousand times better. "I'll have that passionate raspberry I missed out earlier, as well as a portion of nachos."
He slapped his fist on the table and gave me a wink. "Anything for anyone in that dress."
I bit my lip and giggled, playing with my hair again as he went off to make my order.
"Darling!" A voice cried to my side, and a very gay looking guy dressed in a pink tiger print blazer and a sparkly black shirt. "I just wanted to say that you look drop dead gorgeous in that dress."
I blushed and smiled. "Thank you."
"You're hair goes with it so well too, tell me how you curled it so nicely."
"Straighteners." I began to explain the method I used, and about my favourite hair spray.
"Perfect answer!" He cheered. "I'm Jeremy, but call me Jem, cause I was born one."
I laughed, smiling at Dom as he passed me my drink. It was gorgeous. Absolute heaven, how on earth Vikki had drank this earlier without moaning I had no idea, the nachos were just the same.
"Nice to meet you Jem, I'm y/n, and I have to say I love your nails."
Jem and I chatted through multiple cocktails, each time Dom handed it to me with a grin. We talked and ate so much that I never noticed how drunk I was getting with each sip. The only sober moment of the evening was when I noticed the person Jem was here with was Chaol. The lifegaurd who had, and still did make me feel uncomfortable in my own skin. It almost hurt to see him on a date with such a gay man. However the pain was mild and easily fixed by another drink.
I remembered dancing, not with anyone or to any particular song, just me dancing on my own. I had never done anything like this in years, the last time I got drunk with happiness must have been before my parents died in the plane crash. I danced, screamed into the wind and sang my heart out. All the while Dom and his mates watched me, laughing and chatting.
I stumbled over to the bar and slapped the plastic cup on the surface, at some point Dom had stopped giving me glass cups.
"I'm off." I declared.
"That's probably a good decision, I'll go bankrupt if you don't stop." Dom smirked, Jem had left a while ago his lips on some other man. Seems like his date with Chaol hadn't gone too well.
"Does she need someone to walk her back?" Chaol asked Dom cutting in on our conversation.
Dom shrugged. "Depends how well she can walk."
"I can walk just fine!" I shouted over the music, dropping my boots on the table. I had taken them off long ago when I fell face first in the sand.
"Maybe walk her to the hotel." Dom sighed, wiping down his bar. "I need to close up, I was meant to be in bed hours ago."
"Alright." Chaol sighed easing himself out his seat, he hadn't left it all evening. He picked up my shoes and gestured for me to lead the way.