Ink Love

INKY 9

Dedicated to the bitches that stay and would still be around after this and to the bitches I had to cut off, I miss all you hoes.

HEATHERS P.O.V

The darkness was blinding and the smell of blood was nerve-wracking. I dusted my blue velvet gown before answering the knock at my door.

"Yes, come in!" I said in a sing-song voice.

My little sister popped her head through the door, flashing me a smile with some missing teeth before walking into the room and closing the door with both hands.

"Hello, Angel!" I held out my hands to my sister who ran into my embrace, giggling. "You look very pretty today." I smiled at her.

"Thank you, Heather." Angel blushed, hiding her face in my torso.

I pulled her up, sitting her in my lap and adjusting her dress to perfection like my mother would. "So, what are you doing in the big sister's room?" I asked Angel, patting down the fraying strands of hair on her head.

"Mother said it was time to meet the guests." Angel said, playing with the flower on her dress.

I pulled her hand from the flower and she smiled mischievously. "I'll be down in a minute." Angel's head dropped in sadness.

“But, but, but, I want to walk down with you! That's why I came!" Angel pouted, crossing her arms in anger.

"Well, I still need to put on my lip gloss, would you help me with that?" I asked, raising a brow to my little sister.

Her face glowed with excitement. "Can I have some lippy gloss too?!" Angel smiled so wide I was afraid she would tear her mouth.

"I don't see why not."

“Yay!" Angel exclaimed, jumping out of my lap in excitement. "Where is the lippy gloss?” She demanded, stretching her palm out.

“It's right here." I swiped the gloss from the mannequin's hand, handing it over to Angel.

“Ducky lips!" Angel squealed, unscrewing the cap of the gloss tube, ready to apply my gloss.

“Remember, just a little, then spread it." I said, bending low enough for Angel to apply my gloss. We were in the middle of applying my gloss when my door was flung open.

"Mother is cross!" Eugene said, he was in a black tux with his bow tie hung loosely around his neck. He looked around my room with a weird look on his face. He was taking in the entire room like he hadn't been in here before.

"We would be down in a minute; I'm doing Heather's lippy gloss!" Angel whined.

“Why you call it lippy gloss, I would never understand.” Eugene said, walking into my room, sitting on my bed, and trying to knot his bowtie.

“Let me do it, we don't want to keep Mother waiting." I snatched the gloss from Angel.

“You sure as hell don't want to. April said she's running out of ways to stall for us." Eugene finished up his bowtie and dusted the invisible dirt from his outfit.