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Time to nip this in the bud right now. I phoned Richie straight away.
"Hey baby" he answered with.
"Don't "Hey baby" me!" I replied, how dare he talk to me so casually?
"You do NOT get to order me around, hang up on me, call my friends
bitches and basically act like some kind of man-baby, then expect to
talk to me like nothing is wrong" I laid into him right off the bat.
"I know baby, I know. And I'm sorry. I was just worried when you
disappeared last night and then you said you were too ill to see me but
then I see you driving round with Sarah. If it was either Becca or
Kayleigh, it wouldn't have been so bad but you know that Sarah has never
liked me." He sounded genuinely upset about it all.
He continued, "You have to admit that it looks pretty bad. You did lie
to me this morning. Your mum confirmed that to me when she said you had
family plans tonight."
He was right. I had lied to him and he did sound really sorry (not that
I had known about the family plans when I lied to him). And in the other
reality Sarah had never liked Richie, so it seems some things have
stayed the same. I felt awful.
"I have a plan," he said sounding happier. "I'll pick you up to go to
your parent`s house and I'll be the perfect gentleman. Afterwards, I'll
drop you off at your flat and we can talk about our relationship there.
These past two months have been the best of my life and it scared the
hell out of me when I thought I'd messed things up. I love you Sophie,
please, let me show you I'm the right guy for you."
I had a sudden flashback of dates we'd had, at the cinema, a meal out, a
romantic dinner when he had cooked for me. He even surprised me one
evening by throwing small stones at my balcony doors, when I came out
onto it he recited the balcony scene from Romeo & Juliet. This was a
side to Richie I had never seen before. What a sweety. The Phil side of
me was trying to fight the Sophie side, but he was losing.
"Ok honey," I said. "On one condition."
"Anything."
"Change your Facebook status back," I laughed.
"Done, I love you."
"I love you too."
I hung up feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. Yeah, there were things to
discuss but I was feeling really good. I started my car and drove home.
I got home at 1pm. I realised I hadn't had anything to eat today, but
with Mum doing one of her family teas, I knew I wouldn't have to eat
much to tide me over. I went to the fridge and made myself a quick
salad.
A salad? The autopilot must have taken over. Normally at this time on a
Sunday I would have been eating something like cheese on toast. Oh well,
this must be what Sophie eats to help her look good. And it's definitely
working.
I put some trash TV on. World's Craziest Police chases. Fantastic
hangover TV. I zoned in and out while I thought about what had happened
since last night. I can't believe Sarah has gone from single to engaged.
And she looked so happy with hubby to be earlier. I got up and looked at
the dresses I was making.
Sarah's bridal gown looked like a more extravagant version of her senior
school prom dress (mermaid style), but white and lacy. No sleeves or
straps and at least two dozen tiny buttons up the back. She was going to
look amazing. I checked out the three bridesmaids dresses. Pale pink
with huge white bows at the back. A small train on each. I checked the
hand written tags on them "Kayleigh", "Becca" and "me". So I was going
to be bridesmaid. I noticed Kayleigh's had thin pink netting over the
top of the skirt that mine and Becca's didn't. I wondered if I hadn't
got round doing ours yet and then I "remembered". Kayleigh was maid of
honour and Sarah wanted her dress to be a little different.
Kayleigh as maid of honour? She was a bit of a wild one (she suited her
red hair colour); I can imagine she'll organise a hen party that'll be
one to remember.
I thought about Becca and Kayleigh. I knew Sarah had gone through some
major changes in her life. But what about the other two? I hadn't heard
from either of them since they left so I'm guessing nothing too major.
It had got to 2pm and I realised Richie was picking me up in just under
three hours. I'd best think about getting ready. I wanted to impress
Richie after I had lied to him and Mum had told me to dress up nice.
I think autopilot will be the best way to go here.
I stripped down to my underwear and put on my bath robe again. I plugged
in a curling iron and set to work on my hair while I carried on watching
TV. By the time I was done, my hair was in a mass of curls, sexy, but
sophisticated. Still in my bathrobe the autopilot set me doing my nails
in a rich, red colour.
Once they had dried, I cleaned off my makeup from earlier and started
again. I did the full works this time. Concealer, eyeliner, blue eye
shadow, red lipstick that matched my nails and a little blush. I checked
the mirror. Even in my bathrobe, I looked hot. I went into my bedroom
and pulled out a white dress from my wardrobe. It had thick straps, a
knee length skirt that flared out with a little netting poking out of
the bottom and a nice red rose print on it. An elasticated belt round
the waist finished the look.
I stepped into it, pulled it up; giving a little wiggle to get it passed
my bum. Fed my arms through the straps and pulled up the side zip. It
fit like a glove. Some jewellery and a pair of white strappy sandals
with a 3 inch heel and I was set to go. Not a minute too soon as my
flat`s intercom started buzzing.
"Hello"
"It's just me, you ready?" It was Richie.
"Nearly, come on up, I'll be done in a minute." I was ready but
something told me it served to keep him waiting.
I heard him enter from the bedroom and sit in the living room. I only
left him a couple of minutes before I made my grand entrance.
"Ta Dah!" I announced.
"Well someone other than me looks amazing." He said. Cocky, but true. He
had also made an effort to look good. Smart shoes, creased trousers and
a smart shirt. I had no qualms about my parents seeing him like this. I
gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. I didn't want to smudge my lippy too
early.
I then noticed a bag on my sofa. "What's in there?" I asked.
"Just a few things for the morning, just in case," he said, looking at
me suggestively.
"Hold your horses their mister. I know we've made up since this morning
but we've got a lot to talk about before I even think about letting you
stay here the night. You can put that bag back in your car" I made my
intentions clear straight away. He looked like a temper was brewing but
he quickly quenched it.
"I suppose you're right, I just hope we can get things back on track,"
he said. That was a little bit worrying. I tried not to think too much
about it.
I put my essentials into a strappy white handbag and told Richie we were
good to go.
In Richie's car I heard my phone beep. A text message. I looked at it
and it was from Sarah.
"Hey, just seen Richie's changed his relationship status again. What's
going on?" it said.
"Who's that honey?" Richie asked.
"It's Becca, just asking if I've recovered from last night yet," I lied.
I didn't want him to know Sara was checking up on me.
I replied to Sarah "He's said he's sorry and he's being really sweet all
of a sudden. I'm giving him another chance."
"Just be careful. Becca used to say that could go from sweet to
aggressive and back to sweet in a blink of an eye. Text me if you need
me" the reply came quickly. I put my phone away as we pulled up outside
my parent`s house. Both of my brothers were already here.
We walked in and I saw Mum and Dad.
"Hi Mum, hi Daddy (Daddy?!?)" I gave them a cuddle each.
"Hello dear, you look lovely," said my Mum.
"Hi princess (princess? Of all the pet names I could have)," said
"Daddy".
"You remember Richie don't you?" Richie stepped in and shook their
hands.
"Go on through to the front room, your brothers are in there and so is
Stephen's new lady friend, Debbie. Try and make a good impression on her
will you? He's quite smitten with her." Mum said "I'll bring you a glass
of wine through. What would you like Richie?" she asked.
"Just a water for me, I'm the designated driver." Wow, he is trying to
make a good impression.
I walked in the living room, greeted my brothers with a hug and gave
Debbie a limp handshake. She was dressed quite casually in jeans and a
button up blouse. Very pretty though, her long auburn hair in a pony
tail hanging over her shoulder.
"Nice to meet you Debbie," I said.
"You too Sophie, you look lovely, I feel a little under dressed now
though" she joked.
"Well I feel a little over dressed so we can both feel a little
uncomfortable," I joked back.
"Yeah Soph, what's with the dress and heels to come to Mum and Dad's?"
interjected Danny, my other brother and the middle sibling of the three
of us. He was a bit of an IT wizz so I'm guessing that he had designed
my website for me.
"Leave her alone, she looks lovely," said my Mum as she came in with the
drinks "And you know she has to dress well considering her line of
work."
"You know I'm just winding her up," Danny said. Nope, he hasn't changed.
Ever the wind up merchant.
"You know Sophie," Debbie spoke up, "your brother and I have been
invited to a ball for an autism charity. Maybe I could be a new customer
for you?"
"Definitely, I'm always looking for the work. And if you treat my daft-
arse of a brother right I'll give you a family rate," I said, genuinely.
"Oi" spoke up Stephen "Less of the daft. Arse is pretty accurate
though," he smirked.
Well this was good to see. I still had a good relationship with my
brothers. Debbie and I got on like a house on fire and Richie was
talking football (soccer for any US citizens reading) with the men of my
family. A subject I used to love but I was now finding it a bit dull. I
couldn't help notice Danny eyeing Richie suspiciously. Probably just the
defensive older brother thing.
The evening came to a close, I was feeling a little tipsy from the wine,
but not too bad. I gave Debbie my number to make an appointment and me
and Richie went to leave. Just as Richie went to move the car off the
drive before I got in Danny got a hold of me.
"Sophie, I want you to be careful with him. I've heard rumours, and they
probably are just rumours, about Richie and they aren't good. Please be
careful," he whispered to me.
"Thanks for looking out for me bro, I will and they probably are." I
gave him a peck on the cheek and left.
We got back to my flat and went upstairs. Time for the chat.
"Do you want a drink? I'm going to pour myself a wine," I asked Richie
as he sat in the front room.
"Just a water, thanks." Wow, he was taking this seriously.
I poured our drinks and sat on the sofa next to him. Then I had a
thought. If this goes as well as I thought it would, I wanted to look as
good as possible for what would follow. "Back in a sec" I said to him.
I got up to go to the bathroom, just as I left the front room I
remembered my lippy was in my handbag. What a ditz, I turned round to
get my back when I saw Richie pour something in my wine.
"What was that?" I asked, the fear evident in my voice.
"What was what?" he replied, sounding very guilty.
I picked up my wine and could see a powder dissolving.
"Drink it," I said to him.
"Fuck off, you're crazy," he replied.
"Drink it or get out," I said. Desperately trying to sound brave.
"And who's going to make me?"
I realised then that I wouldn't be able to beat him up like I did last
night. I was now a good half foot shorter and had nowhere near as much
muscle mass. I ran to the kitchen and picked up the biggest knife I
could find.
"GET THE FUCK OUT NOW!!!" I started screaming, hoping a combination of
the knife and the likelihood of a neighbour hearing me would scare him
off.
"You're fucking crazy. I haven't done anything. I can't be doing with
someone like you. Good fucking riddance you crazy bitch," he said calmly
as he left the flat.
I locked the door and put the chain on before I broke down in tears. I
picked up my phone.
"Hey Sophie, what's up?" answered Becca.
I could barely get my words out. "It's Richie," I blubbed. "He just
tried to drug me. I think he was going to rape me!"
"Shit, stay where you are. Keep the door locked. Don't let anybody in
until I get there," Becca ordered. I wasn't going to argue. I had never
felt so scared in my life. I curled up into a ball by the front door and
cried and cried and cried.
Authors Note:
I am honestly amazed by the amount of positive feedback I've been
getting for this series. Thank you all so much. And as always, keep your
criticisms and ideas coming. I'm looking to fit in some cute "fluff"
scenarios in here and there to lighten mood (I think Sophie could do
with it). And any excuse to get a bit more "swish" in there.
Love Sophie x
Mara
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