Perilous

Two

“Tori sweetheart, we’re heading across to the house for drinks if you want to join us” my mum shouted across from her room.

We were renting a chalet for 5 weeks like we did every year here. It was a cute building, it had 3 bedrooms and a big open living area in the middle. It was fairly small but we spent a short amount of time up in the chalet so we didn’t mind too much about the size. My room had a single bed in the corner and the rest of the furniture consisted of a chest of drawers and a dressing table tucked in the corner with a cream mirror on top of it.

“Urm, yes, can I just get changed quickly?” I shouted back at her pulling open one of my drawers and trying to find something to wear. After being stuck in a hot car for 4 hours in my shorts and baggy vest top tucked into them I felt like changing before heading down to the bar. I pulled out a denim dress with a faint floral pattern across it. It had halter neck top half and tucked in at the waist, truthfully I though it complimented my figure nicely. I tugged off my shorts and sighed in relief as I felt the top halves of my thighs could breathe again before pulling off my top and slipping my dress on. I looked in the mirror and ran a comb through my brown curls that cascaded down to just below my ribs. I quickly fixed my hair before grabbing a pair of brown pumps and heading towards the small decked porch where my mum and dad were sat looking across to the house. I had no idea who I was dressing up for, part of me hoped that there would be a reason though.

“I’m ready” I informed them as I rushed out of the door pulling on my shoes and they both smiled at me.

“Took your time Torbear” my dad joked using the decade old nickname which he still called me but I didn’t protest against it because I had become used to it.

“Sorry” I apologised smiling at them both.

We began to head back down towards the house. I chewed on my lip nervously, a bad habit I had picked up years ago, as we walked down the long path that lead us towards the house as I looked at the people passing us. The thing I loved about this place was that every year there would be a whole bunch of new people here, people that had no idea of your past and just wanted to know you because of you. But it was also mixed with a few regulars, similar to my family who attended the resort every year but that gave me a feeling of comfort.

“Stop chewing your lip honey” my mum scolded me as we approached the big entrance and I immediately stopped.

Chewing my lip had just become a natural instinct of mine to do when I was nervous or anxious about something. We headed straight towards the bar and sat down in a booth near the corner.

“What do you want Tor?” my mum asked me as a waiter came across to our table.

I looked up before my eyes met with a pair bright green coloured ones. Harry. I took in his clothing, he was still in the same black trousers from earlier but they were now accompanied with a white shirt with a black skinny tie placed in the middle of it. This shirt now covered the long length of his arms but his endless amounts of tattoos were still visible through the opaqueness of the shirt. I found my eyes falling to his torso where I could still see faint tattoos and the once slow pulse of my heart began to rapidly speed up.

“Victoria” my mum repeated and I coughed awkwardly before casting my gaze to hers.