Shattered Violets (girlxgirlxboy)

Shattered Violets~23

23

It didn’t take long before the three blond bobble heads came rushing into the room with a satin lavender dress in tow.  They took one look at Angel and started talking amongst themselves; cackling like chickens. The blonde headed twit came over to Angel taking her by the arm and having her take a seat in front of the vanity.

“Well sweetheart, he didn’t give up much time to work our magic, but they don’t call us miracle workers for nothing.” The head blonde said to Angel.

I could see the fire behind Angel’s eyes. One thing for sure was my Angel was vain, and that stupid twit just pissed her the hell off.

“Listen you stupid twat, get your hands off me and leave the dress and on the bed. I’ll be ready in fifteen minutes, and I’ll sure as hell look better than if you touched me.” Angel hissed.

“Well I never!” She snorted.

“Or will you ever.” Angel retorted.

With that, all three bimbo’s left the room, their pride a little wounded. As soon as the door shut I couldn’t stop myself for busting up laughing. “Angel, what the hell.”

“Oh, don’t want the hell me Vi. You know they needed to be taken down a peg or two; coming in here like the queens of the original make-over. Now help me. We have fifteen minutes to make them eat their words.”

Plugging in the curling iron and I got to work brushing out the tangles in Angel’s hair, as she began removing her make-up from tear stained eyes. It didn’t take long before I had her hair up in a nice twist, with soft curls framing her face. Once her make-up was finished, she stripped out of the little number she had warned at the club last night. Slipping into the dress, we noticed it was three sizes too big in the waist, as her boobs were popping out over the bust line. After digging through the bathroom drawers and cosmetic cases the bimbo trio left, we were able to Macgyver the dress to fit perfectly.

Standing in front of the mirror together, both of forced a weak smile. There was nothing we could do but wait for whatever was to happen to unfold.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Damon came busting in a few moments later; my father at his side.

“Well, I’ll be damned; you clean up good for a whore.” Damon taunted Angel.

“Damon, don’t.” I snapped.

“For you my love, anything on this joyous day”, Damon said; clapping his hands together.

Snorts of disgusts filled the room. Damon acted as if he was oblivious to our reactions as he walked over to me. Taking my hand he led me to my father, and placed my hand in my his.

“Thomas, will you please escort Vivian down stairs in ten minutes. I’ll take her downstairs to the alter with me.” Damon requested as he gestured to Angel.

I could feel the skin begin to prickle on the back on my neck and run down my spine. I didn’t want Angel out of my sight. Still I knew I didn’t have a choice.

“Damon.” I said turning towards him. “Angel better be down there waiting for me or else I will not go through this.”

“Vivian, I’ve been patient, but do you really want to keep testing me?”

“I’ll test you until the day I die”, I hissed.

“You know that can be arrange”, Damon challenged back.

“Well, if Angel isn’t standing beside me, then you’d be better off putting a bullet in my head, because there will be no way I’ll go through with this shit.” Feeling the daggers from my father’s eyes, I turned to him. “Old man, I don’t know what Damon holds over you, nor do I give a flying fuck. You can be his bitch for all I care, but after this moment I am no longer your daughter. Whatever it is you think I owe you has been paid. To me, you’re dead.”