This is the last part I’m done with. I’m on my way back to TC tomorrow, so I’ll be posting more often after that. -DTA
THE CLUSTER of red balloons tied to the mailbox shone brightly in the sun. She cried out as her mother yanked a bit too hard on her hair.
“Hey,” she said, her brilliant green eyes shining with mirth, “stop squirming, Mar. You’re the one who wanted your hair braided.” She huffed, crossed her arms, and pouted indignantly. Her mother chuckled at the girl’s futile attempt to look angry. Soon, she was laughing as well.
The guests arrived, carrying brightly wrapped packages, their eyes longing for the sweets piled on one table: gummi bears of every flavor, chocolates, mint patties, even sugared fruit. But best of all, a dark chocolate cake covered in vanilla frosting. And it was time. . .
She grinned happily, her cheeks stuffed with white cake frosting.
“Oh, how attractive,” the handsome young man behind her crooned. He wrapped his arms around her neck. “I want a picture of this.” He leaned in close and kissed the nape of her neck, his warm breath tickling the sensitive hairs there. She shivered with glee, her heart full of love for him.
“Don’t be a brat, Devon.” He let go of her, pretending to be offended.
“A brat? Me?”
The little boy stared up at her with innocently impish eyes, his appalled expression made that much sillier by his half-finished set of teeth. She smiled, trying not to laugh at the serious lad, rumpling his dark hair with one hand.
“You’re so much like your father.”
She put one hand to her stinging cheek, willing herself not to cry. He grabbed her wrists, pulling her arms down to her sides. “So stubborn. So foolish.” He chuckled maliciously, leaning over her. His rough, disgusting tongue met her jaw, licked up and down her jaw line. Still, she did not cry out. She knew what he would do if she cried out.
“Help me.”
Her roommate glanced over at her as she struggled with the food bin over her head, noodles and cookies threatening her with bodily harm as she tried to slide it unto the shelf.
“How did you do that, Mar?” She grinned at her, then lifted one side of the bin. “This thing probably weighs more than you, what with all the canned goods.”
“I’m Awesome Girl!” She laughed, her wispy brown hair floating as she shook. Her roommate gave her a glare, then began laughing as well.
“It never gets old, does it?”
She sighed in satisfaction, resting her head on his shoulder. The night was cold, and the snow around them had only gotten higher since they’d stopped in the little hollow. He placed his head on top of hers. “I wish I could kiss you every day like that.” Se turned, staring into his vibrant blue eyes, a smile playing across her lips.
“Why not?”
Her father looked down at her, harshness and pity swirling in his eyes.
“Because, Marina, no one can know what you really are.”