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I was still curled up in a ball when my intercom buzzed.
"Hello?" I asked cautiously, Richie could still be around.
"Sophie, it's Sarah, I'm here with Mikey." Sarah? I phoned Becca. I
buzzed her in.
When Sarah saw the state of me she rushed straight over to give me a
huge cuddle and stroke my hair. That made me feel so much better
already.
"His car isn't here so I`m think he's gone." Mikey said "Becca phoned
Sarah to tell her what had happened. I said that she'd better let us two
get here first in case he was still hanging around" he continued,
answering my unasked question.
"Hey babe," Sarah said to Mike. "Could you put the kettle on? I think we
could all use a hot drink right now."
"No problem" Mike said as he went to the kitchen, leaving Sarah and I on
our own.
"Becca and Kayleigh are on their way. So are your brothers, Mikey said
they had a right to know what was going on with their baby sister. Mikey
kind of sees you as a sister you know? He's known you that long" I think
Sarah was talking for the two of us now. I hadn't said anything since
they came in. I was still blubbing away.
Becca and Kayleigh arrived followed shortly by Danny, Stephen and
Debbie. It seems that Stephen hadn't got round to dropping Debbie off
when he got the call.
The girls were trying to cuddle and soothe me, even Debbie which was
sweet of her, considering she only met me a few hours earlier. I could
see Becca and Kayleigh giving each other glances, confused as to who
Mike was. Obviously Sarah hadn't told them the big news yet. The guys
were pacing around, absolutely furious. Not surprising considering I had
just told them the whole story. The drugs in the wine, Richie refusing
to leave and me chasing him out with a kitchen knife.
The police had been and gone. They took a sample of the wine for testing
and the wine glass to dust for prints. They had just been leaving when I
saw a little bag of white powder just under the sofa. Had Richie dropped
it in a panic? I picked it up and gave it to the policemen. They told me
that I shouldn't have touched it because my prints will now be on it,
but it shouldn't matter. There should be two sets of prints and they
could easily eliminate mine. As long as Richie's prints were on there,
it would be open and shut.
Danny stepped in. "You know Sophie, I am so proud of you." I looked at
him, confused "After Mum had two boys, she was desperate for a girl.
When you were born, she made sure she treated you like her little
princess. So did Dad for that matter. It's no wonder you grew up to be
so much of a girly girl. It was only was only last week you had to phone
Dad to come and get a spider out of your flat. Now you're chasing
potential rapists out with a knife." I had to have a little giggle at
that. He wouldn't believe that last night I had beat up the potential
rapist. Saying that, he wouldn't believe me if I told him that last
night, I had balls and was called Phil.
I felt so lucky. Here I was, not even physically harmed, yet I had seven
people fussing round me to make sure I was ok. I looked at Sarah and
Mike. Sarah had only known him for about ten hours, yet she looked so
comfortable with him. That was one amazing spell.
Then I realised something. I quickly jumped to my feet and ran to where
my creations were and threw a white sheet I use for unveilings over
Sarah's wedding dress. I'm not sure if Mike had paid any attention to it
but I couldn't have him seeing it before their wedding day.
"Sorry about that," I joked, "but that's not for prying eyes Mike."
"Oh my god! I didn't even think about that," exclaimed Sarah.
More confused looks between Becca and Kayleigh.
"Anyway," said Stephen, "it's late now and I don't think he's coming
back. Do you mind if I get Debbie home?"
"Of course," I said. "Even if he does come back, he has two locked doors
to get through. I was just shook up but thank you so much for coming
round. You too Debbie."
I liked Debbie, Stephen had better not fuck this up.
Sarah and Mike were next to leave. "Are you going to be ok on your own
Sophie?" asked Danny.
"She's not going to be on her own," said Becca "I'll stay with her. I
can phone in sick at work tomorrow."
"Sounds fair," said Kayleigh. "Hey Danny, can I get a lift with you? I
came with Becca."
"No problem," said Danny. No problem indeed. How many single guys can
you imagine turning down giving a lift to a gorgeous red head.
"If I ever see that little prick again..." started Danny but I
interrupted.
"You'll do nothing but tell him to stay away from me." I went on to
explain. "He's physically done nothing to me yet. If you hurt him, he'll
report you for assault."
"She's right," Becca said. "He's a crafty, manipulative shit that one."
"She is right," Danny agreed. "You've got a smart head on those
shoulders of yours, baby sis."
"Danny, don't tell Daddy, he'll end up going down for murder if he finds
out."
Danny agreed and no more was said about it.
Kayleigh and Danny left leaving me and Becca on our own.
"Ok, change of subject," Becca started. "What is the deal with Sarah and
that Mike guy?"
I started laughing. "That would be her fiance of eighteen months.
They're getting married in six months. You and I are bridesmaids and
Kayleigh is her maid of honour."
I went on to explain the friendship between Mike and my family and how
Sarah must have met him through me. In the other reality, their paths
may never have crossed.
"Amazing. And Sarah is totally ok with this sudden change in
relationship status?" Becca asked.
"Yep. That was one powerful spell you used. She's just slipped into this
new life without a problem. Anyway, have you noticed anything different
for you in this reality yet?" I asked.
"Nope, same home, same family, I'm still an events organiser for the
local council, apart from not having Richie stalking me, everything
seems pretty much the same," she said.
That made my mood sink. Knowing what Becca had dealt with in the other
reality when she dumped Richie, I knew that I was in for similar
treatment.
"Don't think about it. As long as the police do their job, at the very
least you'll be able to get a restraining order." Becca had sensed my
sudden downer.
"I just don't know how I didn't see it before. He was my best friend for
years, why didn't I see what an arsehole he was?" I was welling up
again.
"Two reasons:" Becca said. "One, like I said to Danny, he's one
manipulative shit. And two, I don't think you wanted to see it. You
always wanted to see the good in everybody. When I dumped Richie, I
wanted to tell you what he was like, but I knew you wouldn't want to
believe me and I didn't want to fight with you."
"Anyway," Becca continued. "Let's get you ready for bed. You've got a
serious case of panda eyes," she said, commenting on my tear destroyed
makeup.
I was in my bedroom, but something wasn't right. Everything seemed to
have an eerie red glow to it. And my clothes. What was I wearing? I
looked in my mirror. I had never seen these clothes before. I was
wearing a red corset style top that pushed my breasts right up. They
looked huge. Then there was the black, PVC mini skirt, fishnet stockings
and a pair of knee high boots with six inch heels.
My hair was big and wild, large hoop earrings in my ears, gaudy makeup
and red, claw-like finger nails. I was dressed like a prostitute. I
tried to take it all off but there was no sign of any zips, buttons or
laces. Even the stockings wouldn't separate from my legs. What was going
on?
My bedroom door opened and my worst nightmare walked in. It was Richie.
"Aww, my little slut is all ready for me," he sneered.
I tried to tell him to fuck off. My lips moved but no sound came out.
"Sluts don't need to talk. There's only one thing you need that mouth
for" he gestured at his crotch when he said that.
"You're probably wondering how I'm doing all of this. It's simple,
magic. You know it exists and in a world where magic exists, who's to
say what is possible or not? Allow me to demonstrate." He put his hands
around my neck as if to strangle me. When he removed them, there was a
thick metal collar. I put my hands round it to try and remove it, but it
felt like a single piece of metal, no join anywhere. Not only that but
there was a thick chain attached to the back of it. Just as I was about
to look where the chain led to, it suddenly retracted, as if into my
bedroom wall. It dragged me onto my bed, face up. I managed to lift my
head up in time to see metal cuffs appear around my wrists and ankles,
again with chains attached. These suddenly tightened to leave me
completely spread eagled. I couldn't move an inch.
Richie was laughing as he undid his trousers and climbed on top of me. I
was helpless. I tried to scream for help, but nothing came out.
"Your mind is going to hate this, but your body is going to love it" he
started planting little kisses all over my body before planting a huge,
French kiss on my mouth. My body was getting aroused and I was getting
wet down there. I tried to bite down on his tongue when my teeth
vanished without a trace.
"Nice try my little slut, but it's not happening. Now it's time for the
really fun part"
He hiked my skirt up and I could feel his hard penis sliding up the
inside of my thigh. It was just about to penetrate when...
I woke up screaming and breathing heavily. Becca was cuddling me and
holding my hand.
"Shhhh," she whispered soothingly. "It was just a nightmare, you're
safe. You're ok."
"Oh my god Becca," tears were flowing again. "It was horrible, Richie
was there and..."
"Shhh," Becca interrupted me. "Don't relive it. Just let the tears flow.
You'll feel better for it."
I don't know how long we were like that for. It felt like an eternity
but it was more likely just a couple of minutes.
"Better?" she asked. I just nodded.
"Try and get some sleep, if you have nightmares again we'll get up and
watch some really bad TV, ok?"
I just nodded again. I rolled over and grabbed one of my oversized
teddies. If I ever needed a stuffed toy to cuddle, it was now.
I don't think I got to sleep again that night. If I did I was just
drifting in and out. I had to look round occasionally to make sure Becca
was still there. I don't know what she would have done if Richie came
back but I felt safer knowing I wasn't alone.
At 7.30 I put Baloo (I'd named my teddy during the night) off the bed,
got up and slipped out without waking Becca to make myself a coffee.
Good to know something hadn't changed with my gender. I stilled loved
the caffeine. Becca got up shortly after.
"You didn't need to sneak out" she said "I need to ring in sick at work
remember."
"You don't need to do that," I tried to reassure her. "I'll be fine."
"After the night you've had, there is no way I'm leaving you on your own
today." Becca had put her foot down. She pulled her mobile out of her
handbag and dialled her work number.
"Hi Jason," she started, using a "sicky" voice. "I won't be coming into
work today, I'm having really bad stomach cramps." Jason said something
I couldn't hear.
"Thanks Jason, you're the best."
"No, it's ok, ask away."
"Oh, that was three of my friends."
"No we didn't hire them, my friend Sophie made them, she's a dress
maker."
I could only hear one side of the conversation. I wondered what this was
about.
"Well if you google "Elegance by Sophie" it'll take you to her website,
you can get her details from there."
"Ok, but she works from home and doesn't usually get up `til later on,
so don't phone her right now. Give her an hour or so first."
"Thanks Jason, I'll hopefully see you tomorrow," and she hung up.
"What was that all about?" I asked.
"To be honest, I'm not sure. I'm friends with him on Facebook and he'd
seen a photo on there that I'd been tagged in with the four of us from
Saturday night. He wanted to know about the dresses. I told him about
you and he said he'd be in touch with a proposition for you."
I made some more coffee and some toast for the two of us, dragged my
duvet into the front room and we climbed under it on the sofa as I
booted up Facebook to check out the photo we'd been tagged in.
It was a lovely picture of the four of us in our princess get up. We
were cuddling each other and because we were so close in together, our
skirts were puffing right out. It was almost uncanny as to how alike we
looked to our animated counterparts. It already had thirty seven "likes"
with plenty of comments like "cute shot girls."
Before I logged out I saved the photo to my laptop and changed my
wallpaper with it. I then went on to "unfriend" Richie and block him.
Relationship status changed to single.
"You know, Jason should be phoning soon," Becca piped up. "Do me a
favour, I'm supposed to be in bed ill, so he won't be expecting to have
told you anything so can you act ignorant for me?"
As if on cue, my phone started ringing.
"Hello, Elegance by Sophie, Sophie speaking," I said in a sing song
voice. Where did that come from?
"Hi, my name's Jason" said a sophisticated sounding voice, sounded
around late thirties, early forties. He continued "I'm the events
manager with the local council. I work with your friend, Becca Nixon"
Hmm, not `I'm Becca's boss' but 'I work with'. He must have a bit of
respect for her.
"What can I do for you Jason?" I asked.
"As you probably know, this weekend is the beginning of the Spring
Carnival in our town."
I did indeed know about it. It opened on the Saturday with a brass band
and a parade of floats, mostly populated by the local primary school
kids in costume, going round the major roads of the town before stopping
at the local playing fields where there would be a fun fair that would
go on for the week. It was all very cheesy but it was a lot of fun as
well. Funded by local businesses in exchange for advertising, any
proceeds went to charity.
"I sure do."
"Well one of the floats this year is going to be a princess themed
float. Now I've seen a photo of you and your friends in those disney
princess dresses and I've been told that you made them."
"Can I stop you right there" I butted in "Sorry to jump in, but if
you're wanting me to make multiple princess dresses for the weekend, I
have to tell you, that's impossible."
"Oh no, nothing like that," he reassured me. "What I would like, is for
you and your friends to don your dresses again, ride the princess float
and then at the fun fair, pose for photographs with people. Now with it
being a charity event, I couldn't pay you, but I can offer you
advertising space for your business along the route and on the float
itself. Interested?"
"I am, but I'm not sure about the other girls, there's nothing in it for
them, is there?" I asked. I'm sure if I gave them sad, puppy dog eyes I
could convince them to, but I wanted them to get something out of it.
"Well Becca's easy," he said. "I can put her time down as over time at
work."
"Ok, Sarah, she was Snow White, I can pay her and charge it to my
business as modelling work..." I said. "And I have a proposition for the
girl who was Ariel. She's called Kayleigh and she has her own
hairdressing at home business. She did our hair that night which is
quite important for the look. If you can give her business a little
advertising space on the float as well, I'm sure she'll be happy with
that," I suggested.
"It sounds like a deal to me" Jason said "I'll work out the details with
Becca when she comes back to work."
"See you Saturday then Sophie."
"See you Saturday." I hung up the phone.
"So what did he want?" Becca asked.
"He wants the four of us to be princesses on one of the floats for
Saturday's carnival opener. Says he'll be able to pay you overtime for
it."
"Cool, I'll get double time for that."
We talked about the details of Saturday before Becca said she needed to
call by her home, get washed and changed.
"I'll be back this afternoon. You gonna be ok?" She asked before she
left. In all honesty, I'd almost forgotten about my problems with
Richie.
Becca left and I got cleaned up and dressed. A cream turtleneck sweater,
a brown pleated skirt, black tights (hose) and a pair of ankle boots
with a 2 inch heel. I straightened out my hair and put on some minimal
makeup. Looking in the mirror, I was looking respectable again. Gone was
the frightened little girl from last night. But I still needed to do
something to feel empowered again.
I went round my flat taking every photo of Richie, ripping it up and
throwing it in the bin. My attention then turned to the canvas picture
of the two of us. I grabbed the kitchen knife from last night and
slashed it through his smug fucking grin until there was nothing left of
his face. That felt good. I took it down from the wall and smashed up
frame. I threw the remains down the rubbish chute. When I went back to
the front room I saw that I'd damaged the wall with my knife slashing. I
was going to have to cover that with something.
Two hours later, I had come back home with a new canvas picture. One
featuring Becca, Kayleigh, Sarah and I from Saturday night. It was from
before I "became" Sophie but I loved it.
I then realised that I hadn't even looked at my mobile today, it was
still in my bedroom. I checked it and it was full of text messages from
people who were here last night, I sent a generic text to all of them,
thanking them for being there for me, that Becca had looked after me and
that I would let them know when I had heard from the police.
Not long after, Becca was back and she'd brought Kayleigh along with
her. Apparently, she'd only had a morning appointment today so was free
for this afternoon. It's a shame Sarah couldn't have been here as well
but she had a shift at the hospital today.
We just sat and chatted. Firstly about the carnival thing on Saturday.
Kayleigh didn't sound impressed by the idea -she hated kids- but when
she found out she'd be getting some free advertising, she soon changed
her tune.
Then we moved on to talking about Sarah and Mike and the wedding.
Kayleigh had been confused ever since last night over who Mike was, then
when she found out she was maid of honour, she was ecstatic.
"Male strippers. Whoooooooo!!!" she yelled.
We then had a look at the dresses, each trying on our own bridesmaid
dress. They weren't quite finished yet but they were about there. Just
some minor alterations to do on each. Kayleigh was just messing about
with our hair, trying out some ideas for the wedding when the buzzer
went on my intercom.
"Miss Jameson? It's Detective Simmons. We'd like to talk to you about
last night"
"No problem come on up," I replied.
When I let him and the uniformed officer through the door they looked
bemused. "Are we interrupting something?"
"No, no. We were just doing a bit of a fitting" I replied realising we
were still in bridesmaid dresses.
"Well I have some bad news, I think you'd best have a seat." The three
of us sat down.
"We've tested the powder in the bag that was left and the sample of wine
we took and can confirm it is a commonly used form of date rape drug."
"So you're going to arrest Richie?" interrupted Kayleigh.
"Actually no," he replied. "We dusted the wine glass and the bag but we
only found one set of prints. Yours Sophie."
"WHAT?!?" I was shocked. "But I saw him holding it."
"I hope you know what this means," Simmons continued. "We have no
evidence that Mr. Simpson did anything wrong. If we arrest him, he'll
just claim that you're trying to frame him. It'll be your word against
his and it wouldn't even get to court."
"NO!!! There must be some mistake. I saw him pour it in!"
"I'm sorry Miss Jameson. Off the record, I do believe you. I've seen
people faking distress before and last night, you definitely weren't,
but that isn't good enough. I suggest you drop the accusation now. We
haven't approached Mr Simpson yet so there'll be no ramifications from
this. But if you find or think of something that might incriminate him,
here's my number." He gave me his card. "Again, I'm so sorry."
For the second day running I broke down in tears. Why does this new life
seem to build up to be something wonderful, only to drag me down into
despair? He was going to get away with it. Was he going to stalk and
harass me, like he did with Becca? Or worse, would he try to date rape
another girl and get away with it. I was so glad to have Becca and
Kayleigh with me. I don't know what I would have done without them.
Author's note:
I honestly have no idea how police procedures would work in this
situation. This way just helped the story along so I'm sorry if it's
highly inaccurate (which it probably is).
Julianne
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