Addicted

Chapter 22. The Brunch

Chapter 22

“Get up” growled my mother pulling the bed sheets clean off my body leaving me shivering in the new flush of cold wind coming in from the now open windows “We have places to be”

“I’m not going anywhere with you” I muttered sleepily into the pillow “I hate you”

There was a tug on my hair and my entire body went backwards off the edge of the bed onto the carpeted floor beneath my bed. “Ow” I hissed rubbing the back of my head where she had pulled my hair.

“Get up” she growled putting her frighteningly long nails onto her hips and giving me a glare “Before I pull you down the stairs by your hair”

I bit the inside of my cheek to keep myself from shouting curses at her, instead I gritted my teeth as I had done so many years as a child and gave her a simple “Yes mother”

She stalked out of the room in her heels and slammed the door shut behind her as I fell back against the floor with a loud sigh. My room was the same as it had been when I left it, a big double bed in the centre, cream colored walls to match the white dressers and wardrobes opposite the bed, cream colored curtains that his the glass double doors that led out to a balcony where I use to pretend I was Juliet calling for Romeo before my mother would drag me back inside by my hair and force me to get dressed or go to bed. I growled and jumped up from the floor, noticing the outfit hanging on the door of my wardrobe with a note that simply said Get Dressed.

“Fuck” I whispered, slumping down on a chair and looking at my smeared make-up in my vanity mirror. I grabbed some makeup wipes and started again, covering my eyes in dark make-up and lips in blood red lipstick.

I grabbed the dress off the wardrobe hanger and behind it fell a set of underwear, white lacey and very slutty. I smirked as an idea formed in my head and grabbed the underwear a pair of white stockings and some scissors.

I slit the bottom of the dress, cutting it straight off so the material would come to end on my thigh rather than my shin and cut the top of the shoulders off the dress to reveal the straps of the bra. I threw on the underwear with the white stockings over my legs and buttoned the dress up to my collar bone and completed the look with my black stiletto’s I had been wearing yesterday and my promise ring. I sprawled my hair out across my shoulders and face and teased it with my fingers, completing the look.

I was going to be the worst dressed daughter at whatever this stupid thing was mother was waking me up for.

I slipped out of my room quietly and looked over the railing of the stairs to see a large group of snotty rich people my mother and father would normal bitch about until they were trying to show them up, they were all drinking tea and wine and making small talk, introducing their son’s and daughter’s to each other and buttering up their achievements. I scoffed and stood at the top of the stairs until one of the butlers saw me and made everyone stop and listen. Of course Mother had told them to “introduce” me.

“Ladies and Gentlemen Quinn, the Kali’s youngest Daughter” I rolled my eyes and clomped down the stairs as the claps surrounded me

“Yeah whatever” I growled walking straight up to one of the server boys and grabbing a glass of wine. He stared at me, obviously wanting to say something but I just growled at him “Beat it” and he scurried away.

My mother floated up to me with 2 other prissy looking women and smiled at me

“Denise, Rochelle this is my daughter Quinn” she smiled

“Pleasure to meet you” smiled Denise

“Not so much to meet you”

Her eyes widened and she stammered to say something