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"How can it be possible? I saw him pour it in the glass!" I wailed.
"I thought it was strange that Richie would be so careless as to leave
the bag behind," said Becca.
"He's an idiot, but he's not stupid. I think this was all part of a
plan so if you were to call the police, whether he was successful or
not, you'd give the police the drugs and there'd be no sign of his
prints on there. You'd look like you were crying wolf and he could
claim that you were some kind of psycho."
"The fucking little prick," spat Kayleigh.
"Fortunately, you got a sympathetic detective who believes you. If
Richie tries anything else I can imagine he'll come down on him like a
tonne of bricks," said Becca. She continued "I don't think you should
be alone again tonight. You've had another fright and if Richie hasn't
heard from the police, he might get cocky and try something else. I'll
have to nip home and grab some things but I'll stay again."
"You don't have to do that..." I started when Kayleigh interrupted.
"Sophie's right, you don't Becca, because I am!" she ordered. "You
barely got any sleep last night and you've got a busy week ahead at
work what with the carnival. I don't have an appointment until 10 so
it's no problem for me."
These friends of mine just keep on amazing me. They're almost fighting
over who's going to keep me company.
"I promised everyone I'd tell them what happened with the police," I
sighed. "I'd best get to it."
"No you don't missy," Kayleigh ordered again. "I'll phone Danny, Becca
can phone Sarah and they can spread the word to everyone else."
They both got out their phones and dialled having almost identical
conversations about what the police had said. Becca hung up first
whilst Kayleigh carried on talking.
"You're right, she shouldn't be on her own again, I'm going to stay
over tonight."
"We should be ok, after all, he would have two doors to get through to
get at us. I don't think Richie is that bold."
"I suppose you're right, ok, we'll see you tonight then." She then hung
up.
"Danny's staying over tonight as well, just in case Richie does show
up. Do you mind?" she asked.
"I suppose not, I just hate being a burden on people," I replied.
"Don't be silly Sophie. You're not a burden. We love you," exclaimed
Becca.
"And besides" said Kayleigh "I think Danny just wants first opportunity
to break Richie's legs if he does try something."
I had to have a little giggle at that.
Becca and Kayleigh decided that is was time to go, with Kayleigh
promising to be back within the hour. I had to remind them that they
were still wearing the bridesmaids dresses that we'd been trying on
before the police had called. A quick change and they were on their
way.
I loved having these close friends that would do anything for me. I
just wish they didn't need to. I wished that I could defend myself.
With that in mind I went online to search for local self defence and
martial arts classes. I found the usual: karate, judo, tai chi etc and
then I saw one for mixed martial arts. Isn't that what the cage
fighters did? I clicked on the link for it to read a bit more. A
combination of western boxing, Thai boxing, jujitsu and submission
wrestling. Over 18's only but all abilities and both genders welcome.
Mondays at 6.30 at the local leisure centre. I wouldn't be able to make
it tonight as Kayleigh and Danny would be here soon, but I will
definitely be there next week.
Kayleigh arrived bearing gifts. Chinese take away to be exact. My
favourite comfort food. I asked how she knew and it turns out she tried
the mind-clearing trick that Sarah and I have been needing to use to
get by in our drastically altered lives.
We had just finished our take aways when Danny turned up. As soon as he
walked through the door, he wrapped me in a protective hug.
"You ok sis?" he asked.
"Better for you two being here" I replied.
He'd brought a sleeping bag, his work clothes, some toiletries and a
cricket bat. I eyed it suspiciously. He let out a little laugh "Just in
case" he said. Yep, he was definitley hoping that Richie would give him
an excuse to use it.
We all got settled on the sofa when Danny said, "I know I'm probably
going to get shouted down here, but do you mind if we watch the
football? It's Arsenal Vs. Liverpool."
"I don't mind watching the match," said Kayleigh. Eh? Since when has
Kayleigh liked football?
I used to love watching the sport as Phil, but I found out last night
at my parents that football talk just bored me. Maybe watching a match
might reignite my interest. "ok, go for it."
In short, it didn't. I don't know if it was pure boredom or just the
events of the last two days catching up, but I fell asleep before half
time.
I woke up to the sound of whispers. I stayed completely still.
"So tell me the truth Kayleigh, how is she coping?"
"She's very emotional, not surprising really, but she's stronger than
she looks" Kayleigh replied.
"I can sense some kind of strength in her, something that wasn't there
before. I would have thought that when confronted by a rapist, she'd
just crumble. I'd never have thought she had it in her to chase them
off."
"You really care for her, don't you?" Kayleigh asked.
"Of course I do. Aside from her being my baby sister, she's probably
the sweetest girl I've ever known. I wish I could meet a girl I'm not
related to who was even half as sweet as her."
"You saying that I'm not sweet?" said Kayleigh in mock anger. Hold on,
was Kayleigh flirting?
"No, it's not that. It's just that... well, you see..." She had my
brother on the ropes. I decided now was a good time to "wake up" to
rescue him. After all, it was a bit weird anyway.
"What time is it?" I asked.
"Just after 11. I was about to carry you to your bedroom," Danny
replied.
"No need, I can carry myself," I said. Kayleigh got up and followed me
to my room while Danny got settled on the sofa.
I was in the back of a police car in handcuffs. I was wearing a black,
lycra mini dress and shoes with 8 inch heels and a platform sole. My
hair swept across my vision but with my hands behind my back I couldn't
do anything about it. I could feel the thick make up on my face.
The police car stopped and a policeman opened the door. It was
Detective Simmons. He yanked me out of the car. We weren't at a police
station though. It looked like a town that had suffered the apocalypse.
Everything looked bleak, run down and grey. I tried to ask what was
going on but I couldn't speak. I heard someone laughing and there in
full police uniform was Richie. Simmons dragged me over to him and with
the combination of my lack of strength, my disorientation and these
ridiculous heels, all I could do was stumble over to where he was.
With one hand, Richie grabbed my dress and pulled it clean off in one
motion, leaving me in a black lacy thong and strapless push-up bra. He
bent me over the wall.
"This is what happens when you grow a fucking spine, you whore," he
sneered.
I could feel his erect penis prodding round my anus and then he
penetrated.
I woke up screaming for the second night in a row. Only this time with
Kayleigh holding my hand. Danny burst into the room brandishing his
cricket bat.
"It's ok Danny, she's just had a nightmare." She turned to me. "Shhh,
you're safe."
Danny sat on the edge of the bed and cuddled me from the other side
"It's ok sis, Richie is getting nowhere near you as long as I'm here."
I just nodded and cuddled a bit longer with them both. A few minutes
later I was drifting back to sleep.
I woke up again around 9.30. Kayleigh wasn't in the bed. I assumed that
at this time she had gone to her appointment, that meant that Danny
would most likely have gone to work as well. I found a note in the
kitchen pretty much confirming my assumptions.
I thought about Kayleigh's flirting last night. She and Danny were both
passionate people. Maybe they would make a good couple. It would be
awkward for me if they tried and it didn't work out, but that was just
me being selfish. I decided from that point that if they did get
together, I would support them 100%.
Today was the day to try and forget about Richie. I had a business to
run. If "Elegance by Sophie" was to continue to be a success, I was
going to have to get on with it. I checked my "memories" about the
appointment I knew I had Thursday. This was a fun one.
A Mrs Cornhill had commissioned me to design and make a prom dress for
her daughter, Gemma. Mrs Cornhill was desperate for her daughter to not
miss her prom, however, Gemma was a goth and refused to wear any prom
dresses that they had seen in any shops. Gemma wanted to go to prom but
said that all of the dresses would make her look "conformist" and would
rather miss out than look like some fairy princess. This girl and I
were polar opposites it would seem. Her mother had showed me some
photos of Gemma and the clothes she normally wore. They had a medieval
look to them. I had measured up Gemma and off I went. Her mother was
going to pay me my usual rate, plus a 50% bonus if Gemma liked it
enough to wear and go to prom.
I wanted to go with a goth style, but I didn't want it to look too much
like something she'd normally wear. What I had come up with consisted
of a purple bodice, with boning to give it the corset effect. This had
fine black embroidery all over the front and black lacing up the back.
Attached to this were the small puffy sleeves. These were black and
made from a fine material. They would rest on her upper arms, leaving
her shoulders bare.
The skirt was black and A-line. Mostly plain but the left side of it
was scrunched up to the thigh, revealing the purple netted skirts that
rested underneath. This was all held out by a black petticoat to hold
the shape. A black velvet choker and some black fingerless gloves made
from a fishnet like material would finish the look.
My memories told me that the final alterations could probably be done
in around three hours but I wanted to take it slowly. I wanted to truly
understand this art form that I was a sudden master of.
The rest of Tuesday and all of Wednesday was pretty much uneventful.
Sarah and Mike stayed with me Tuesday night and Stephen and Debbie
stayed on the Wednesday. I did have more nightmares but nothing that I
could really remember. Maybe I was starting to recover from the events.
On Wednesday night I had started working with Debbie designing her
dress for the autism charity ball that she had been invited to. She had
never been to anything like this and her school hadn't even had a prom,
so she'd never had a chance to really dress up all glamorous. This was
going to be another fun project.
We decided to go with an emerald green, princess cut ball gown with
gold details. I made some sketches and she was over the moon with what
I had designed so far. Stephen was just flicking through the channels
on TV whilst we were being girly.
As it turned out, Gemma had loved the dress I made for her. "So we're
going to need somebody to do your hair and makeup. We've only got a
month to go so I'm worried we might struggle to find someone," her
mother had said.
I gave her one of Kayleigh's business cards "A friend of mine does hair
and makeup at people's homes, I'm not sure how busy she is but I know
she would love a project like this" I said as I handed it over "She's
very passionate and a little bit eccentric. I'm sure she can come up
with a look that would be different and that you'd love." It's always
good when you can plug your friends business.
Thursday night was my first night alone in my flat. It was pretty
uneventful, but it was unnerving when I woke up from my nightmares and
there was nobody there to soothe me. Pull yourself together Sophie,
you're a 26 year old woman for crying out loud.
Friday came and once the girls had all finished work, they came round
my flat with their respective princess dresses in tow. We had decided
that since the parade started at 11 and we needed to be at the town
hall for 10 (where the parade was starting) we should all sleep at the
same place so we could help get each other ready. We had a night of
watching Disney
films to help us get into character for tomorrow.
The next day was a flurry of activity. Since Becca and I had the
complicated hair do's, Kayleigh sorted us out first while Sarah did our
makeup. By 8.30 my hair was back in it's partial updo, with a gold band
holding a small bun on the back of my head whilst the rest spiralled
down over my shoulder and Becca's was back in the full up do with the
sparkly blur hair band.
Once we were done, Becca and I sorted out Kayleigh and Sarah. At 9.45
we left the flat.
How many Disney Princesses can you fit in a Mini? Four. Just. I had the
roof down and skirts were hanging out over the doors. It was a good job
I could feel the pedals because I had no chance of seeing them and as
for the gears. That was a wrestle and a half.
We got there for dead on 10 o clock. People were milling about already
and the floats looked incredible. There was a superhero float, a pop
star float, a movie star float, a pirate float and our princess float.
The princess float was pink (of course) and covered in flowers, bows
and ribbons. It was every little girls dream come true. And as promised
were the "Elegance by Sophie" and "Kayleigh's Home Beauty Services"
logo's running around the outside of it. There were children all over
in costume. I saw spidermen, supermen, a wolverine, mini versions of
film characters, mini popstars, mini pirates and of course, little
princesses. It all looked so sweet.
We weren't the only adults in costume, there were others dressed for
their respective floats. I saw a very convincing Jack Sparrow helping
children onto the pirate float.
"Wow Becca, don't you look different than when you're in you work
attire," said a familiar voice.
"Yes Jason, I'm a princess today so you can't tell me what to do,"
Becca joked. So this was Jason, her boss. Very handsome (I was still
finding it odd to think of men like that) with a bit of a George
Clooney look to him.
Becca introduced us all before Jason directed us onto our float. Our
job was to stand facing the back, waving, smiling and blowing kisses at
the crowd. I could see Kayleigh cringing at the thought, but she was a
good sport, I knew she'd get into it.
There were about twenty little girls also on the float, along with a
couple of plain clothed adults. I assumed they were there to make sure
the girls were safe, but they ducked down, out of sight of the crowd to
not spoil the illusion.
The band started and the floats were off. Crowds lined the streets to
see us pass, the four of us doing our jobs well. Even Kayleigh was
looking like a happy little Ariel and getting into the spirit of it
all. Sarah was stood on the other of the float to me, but I had seen
her looking at the girls, getting all gooey eyed. Was Sarah getting
broody? She was getting married so I assume she must already thinking
about kids.
About half way along the route I saw something that made my heart stop.
Richie. He was there. With Dave, Stu and Gary.
Three of the guys who in the other reality, ditched Richie as soon as
he got a bit weird. They were numbskulls and easily led. But not
particularly bad people.
"You ok?" I heard Becca whisper to me. She must have seen my reaction.
"Yeah, I just saw Richie, but I know he wouldn't dare do anything here.
There's far too many people."
The parade got to the playing fields where the fun fair was being held.
Each float was vacated by the adults when they to a stop. However when
ours stopped, the girls must have been so excited by the sight of the
fair that they ran in all directions whilst the teachers tried to catch
them. Rather them than me I thought. I wouldn't be able to run after
them in this dress anyway.
The others got off and I was last to exit the vehicle when I heard a
little girl crying. I looked round and there was one of the smaller
girls from my float. She was wearing what looked to be a pink flower
girls dress, with her blonde hair in a cute mass of spiral curls,
topped with a little tiara. She was crying her eyes out. She must have
been left behind when the adults went rounding up the others.
"Hey, what's up?" I asked in a soft voice.
"I got left behind, I want my Daddy," she sobbed at me.
"Ok, who`s your Daddy, what does he look like?"
"Jack, he's a pirate," she said still sobbing but calming down a
little.
Jack Sparrow, the adult on the pirate float.
"Jessica, oh my god are you ok?" Jack Sparrow said as he came running
round the corner.
"Yes, Daddy, Belle saved me," she replied. What a little cutey.
"Well thank you Belle," 'Jack' said to me, in a very bad cockney
accent.
"No problem Jack," I said in my best princess voice.
Jason came and gathered the four of us.
"Ok, you've got just one more thing to do. It should take about an hour
but people are going to pay fifty pence have their photographs taken
with the various "celebrities" we've got. Once that's done you're free
to do what you want," he explained.
Well as you can imagine, we mostly had little girls wanting to pose
with us, with the occassional horny teenage boy getting a bit overly
close and attempting to grab something they shouldn't. It was all
coming to a close when I heard a familiar (but still terrible) cockney
accent speak up.
"Could my little princess have her photo taken with her heroine?"
"Of course, 'Jack'," I said.
The photo was taken when an elderly couple approached.
"Jessica" the old lady said, "Don't you look beautiful today? Daddy
certainly did a lovely job of your hair."
"Grandma, Grandpa! This is Belle, she rescued me!" yelled little
Jessica.
"Rescued?" asked Grandpa. "Well thank you `Belle`"
Grandma spoke to `Jack` "Why don't we take Jessica round the fair. It
looks like you've made a new friend. You could do with some more
`mature` company."
I was wondering what this was all about.
"If you don't mind. And if Belle isn't rushing off anywhere."
I looked around, Sarah had found Mike, Becca was chatting to her work
mates and I couldn't see where Kayleigh had got to.
"Sure" I said. He was quite attractive.
"Thanks Bill, thanks Sue" strange, I assumed they must be his parents,
Must be his wife's parents.
So here I was, a Disney princess being escorted round the fair by a
pirate. I had to lift the front of my skirts to move around on this
field, but I was managing.
"So what's your real name?" I asked 'Jack'.
"Jack," he replied.
"Yeah, yeah. Pleased to meet you Jack, I'm Belle," I said
sarcastically.
"No seriously. It's just a coincidence," he replied.
"Oh, in that case, I'm Sophie."
"As in the dressmaker?" Wow, my reputation preceeds me. "A few of the
parents from school have spoken about you, you've made flower girl
dresses for a few of their daughters."
We got talking as we walked around the outside of the fields. With the
music blaring from the fair it was the best place to have a
conversation.
"Did you really do Jessica's hair?" I asked "I don't think I could do
spiral curls as good as that"
"Well when you're a single dad, you have to learn these things," he
replied.
"Shit, I'm sorry. Do you mind if I ask where her mother is?"
"Not at all. She died seven years ago giving birth to Jessica. That's
why I don't like leaving her for very long. She's like a living piece
of her mother." A tear started in his eye.
"I am so sorry. You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."
"I do. It's about time I did. But that's what Sue was talking about,
they're her mother's parents by the way. Because I don't like leaving
her, I don't get out much," he went on. "It's not that I don't have
offers of help. Her parents, my parents, my sister and her husband.
They're all desperate to babysit her. I just don't like letting her out
of my sight for too long."
We had walked around the back of the fun house at this point when three
guys in ski masks jumped out at us.
"Woah, guys," said Jack. "Look, I don't have much money, but here's my
wallet, just leave us alone ok?" he threw his wallet across to them.
One of them picked it up and threw it in a hedge.
"What do you want?" he demanded.
All three approached us, two grabbed Jack whilst the other pushed me to
the ground, I collapsed in a puff of skirts and petticoats. They went
on to beat the shit out of poor Jack.
"STOP IT, PLEASE STOP," I yelled, but they carried on.
Jack was beaten and bloody, but still conscious when one said just
three words to him.
"Leave Sophie alone."
He punched him in the face with a knuckle duster and knocked him clean
out. They ran through the bushes and were gone.
"HELP," I screamed, but nobody could hear. "PLEASE, SOMEONE HELP, HE'S
DYING," I yelled whilst crouched over his limp, but still breathing
body. The music was drowning out my despair. Nobody was coming.
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