Short Stories

Truth is Pain : My Story

The other one was a royal blue with full sleeves.

As I contemplated my choices, the door bell rang, again.

I internally groaned and walked back down the steps to the front door.

As I made my way down, the bell rang two more times, an indicator that it was Starla.

Glad that it wasn't John, I unlocked the door and flung it open, ushering her into the house.

She was wearing a mid length purple dress, her short blonde hair was curled and it bounced with each step.

For some reason, this was a VERY fancy birthday party. Probably because he was turning twenty-one. College parties tend to be super crazy and extreme.

She eyed me up and down. "Finley! What's the hold up? Why aren't you dressed? We have to leave in ten minutes!" She then ran upstairs towards my room.

How did she run up the steps in heels without falling?

I have no idea.

I sauntered after her and saw her gazing at the two dresses.

She quickly glanced between me and the dresses.

"You got anything white?" She began to rummage through my closet.

"I don't know. You can look, though it's probably not super fancy." I crossed my arms.

"It doesn't need to be super fancy... Aha! Found one!" She pulled out a mid length white dress that flowed at the back along with a light pink sash wrapped around the waist.

"This is the one." She held it up to me.

I playfully rolled my eyes. "Okay, whatever you say."

She laughed as she turned around so that I could change quick.

I tossed off the comfortable clothes that I was wearing and tugged on the dress.

"How do I look?" I spun around for her.

"Simply magnificent. Here, put this on." She handed a silver charm necklace to me. "I saw it on your dresser when you were changing."

I smiled as I put it on. "You gave me this at my sweet sixteen."

"Uh huh." She flashed me another smile before frowning. "Did you hear that John was going?"

Way to ruin the mood.

I cringed at the name. "Yeah. He came here and told me himself."

"Oh, really?" Starla spoke with disgust and empathy in her voice.

"Yeah, so I'll be seeing him again tonight."

"He really is crazy you know." She came over to me and began to mess with my hair, grabbing half of it and pulling it up.

"I know. I'd still be with him if he didn't get so angry and possessive and stuff."

"Yeah... Hey, random thought, but would he kill for you?" She continued to do my hair.

"Kill? Ha. I don't know if he would actually kill someone, but he would probably hurt them if they tried to do something to me. Why?" I glanced at her from the corner of my eye.

She shrugged. "Just curious."

"Alright." I waited for her to be finished with whatever she was doing.

"And done!"

I walked over to my mirror and spun around, smiling.

"Okay, let's go!" I grabbed my heels and purse in one hand and Starla's hand in the other and then rushed out of my room and down the stairs.