Cruel Sanctuary

Chapter 8

When I tell you I am glad that today is Friday, I seriously mean it! This weekend I am going to do nothing but relax and binge watch Netflix on the television in my room or (if I'm lucky) Owen will let me use the television downstairs. 

"Hurry up! I know you have new clothes but it doesn't take that long to choose an outfit!" Owen bellows from downstairs. About fifteen minutes ago, Owen and me were fighting over what time we were getting to school; I wanted to be later because I hate socialising, whereas he wanted to be earlier so he could check out the girls outfits before they got crinkled throughout the day. 

He won. 

So here I am, trying to pick out an outfit that is appropriate for me to wear to school. Finally, I decide to blindly pick out a shirt and then base the outfit around that so I shut my eyes, reach into my closet and take out the first shirt I feel. Opening my eyes, I can see I have picked out a nice maroon jumper that I completely forgot that we had bought yesterday and so I decide I am going to wear darker colours with it. 

Picking out a black skater skirt, I decide to take out some black tights with some brown heeled ankle boots, my new hair down and straightened. Suddenly, my door swings open and Owen storms in with a bag, "What's that?" I ask him and he drops it on my dressing table, "They're makeup bits that I picked up yesterday when you stormed off like a child. Your outfit's nice, by the way." 

"Thanks," I smile, "How'd you get the right shades?" 

"I showed them a picture of you," He shrugs and I just roll my eyes and open the bag. 

I remember a little bit of what Emma had done to my face in the past and, not to blow my own trumpet, my skin is pretty clear. Emma has always told me that I only really need to use a bit of concealer on uneven patches of skin and underneath my tired eyes to hide the bags. She always used to add a bit of cheek tint or blush to my cheek bones, highlight and some gloss to my lips. 

"Do you know what you're doing or?" Owen asks, abruptly, "Yes, now wait downstairs," I hiss and he glares at me, "Stop taking so long, you've got ten minutes," Then he exits. I have ignored my outburst from last night, giving him only what he needs from me. Nothing more and nothing less. 

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Finishing my makeup took a while since I am a 'noob' in Owen's words and he has eventually rallied me into his car and we are on our way, half an hour earlier than I usually leave, might I add! 

"Now, people are going to be looking at you today," Owen states and I grimace, "You're going to be the new hot thing because, let's be honest, with your new clothes, makeup and hair, you look kinda hot, so if any guy hits on you then you shut them down. I will not be made to look like an idiot at school. You're my fiancee, not theirs and I will not have my pride taken from me," He demands, harshly and I huff. 

"Yeah, heaven forbid Owen Anstey has his pride ripped from him!" I roll my eyes sarcastically, "Oh, shut up!" He hisses and I turn slightly away from him to look at the school drive as we enter the gates, students already bustling around, "You ready?" I shake my head, "You'll be fine, don't be nervous. You look great," he compliments and then strides out of the car, leaving me to stumble out in my new heels alone. 

Instantly, Owen is gone so I fling out my phone that my parents and Jeremy saved up to buy me for my sixteenth birthday and text Emma. 

Em😘:

Emma! I need you to get to school NOW!!! 

wtf? u at school already?

Yes! Now get your ass here ASAP! I have a new look and I can't go in myself. 

ooo new look?! i'm on my way now