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Ugly(50)

By:Margaret McHeyzer


She looks back to me smiling. Her shoulders relax and I can see all the anger leaving her body. “I love you, girl. I’ll do anything for you. Just promise me one thing. Just one.”

“What?” I lean in to hug her.

“Start keeping a journal. You’ve had so much shit thrown at you already, and I think keeping a journal might help you cope with everything that has happened to you up to now.”

The request is reasonable, and she’s right. Writing can be therapeutic. I know I love the English language and although I may not be an author, I can still write my feelings down. “Yeah, okay. That sounds good, I can do that.” I hug her tighter. “Hey did you know the girls at work are throwing me a going away party?”

“Who do you think organized it?” She winks at me. “Friday night, girl, get dressed really pretty. Go buy a new dress and some killer hot heels. We’re going dancing and having some fun.”

“I’m underage, I can’t get in anywhere like the place you’re describing.”

“Keep your panties on, we’re not doing anything illegal. There’s a club that opens its door to under twenty-ones up until eleven at night, then they kick everyone out and it’s strictly over twenty-one. Half the girls coming are underage, so this way whoever is over twenty-one and wants to stay can, and the rest will need to go.”

“This is going to be so much fun. I can’t wait. I’m going dress shopping,” I squeal happily.

“I’m coming with you, I don’t have to work until tomorrow afternoon.”

The rest of the night is spent talking, eating and just having the best time ever. For the first time in forever, I’m so happy. I’m lucky to have a caring fiancé, the best best-friend in the world. Life is looking good. Really, really good.





“I can stay home and look after you,” I say to Trent who’s looking slightly ill. He’s coming down with a cold, and he’s been in bed.

“Don’t be silly. Go out with your friends, they’ve been organizing this for a while. I’ll take you and I’ll pick you up. You said the club changes over to over twenty-one at eleven, right?”

“Yeah,” I say, as I get my outfit ready for tonight.

“I’ll be there by ten-thirty and I’ll wait for you.”

“I can ask Liam to give me a lift home. You don’t have to come out if you’re not well.” I place my new high heels beside the bedroom door.

Trent’s lying on my bed with his arms beneath his head as he’s watching me. “No, I’ll come pick you up. I want to be there for my girl.”

How sweet. I hang my dress on the back of the door handle, and go sit on the bed with Trent. He sits up and drags me so I’m lying across his chest. He kisses my forehead and runs his hands gently up and down my back. “Thank you, Trent. You really have changed.” I lay my head on his chest and he keeps drawing circles on my back.

“I told you, babe. I don’t want to lose you. Just promise me you’ll behave tonight.” He kisses the top of my head.

“My heart belongs to you, and no one else.” I close my eyes and revel in one of the sweetest moments in my life. Pure perfection. We’re lying together, melting into one, and I just can’t believe how lucky I am to actually have found Trent. Or maybe he found me.

“Come on, you need to get ready or you’re going to be late,” he says as he gives my bottom a light, playful smack. I stand, grab my dress and my new panties and bra I bought and I’m about to go to the bathroom to change. “Where are you going?”

“To the bathroom.”

“No you don’t. I’ve seen you naked heaps, babe. No need to go to the bathroom to change. Do it here, I wanna watch my hot fiancé change.” He smirks at me, and I see the look of desire in his eyes.

“Okay,” I say, as I take my t-shirt off and take my yoga pants off. His eyes keep a close watch on me. And I slide my bra off, and my panties and pull on my new sexy red ones.

“Damn,” he says and sits up in bed. I put my new red bra on and do up the back. “Double damn.” He smirks at me, and I can almost see him salivating. “You really are hot.”

“Thank you,” I answer him. And just by him saying that, I already feel so much more confident, and even kind of sexy. Though compared to Shayne, and the other girls coming, I’m nothing to look at. I slide my new black dress on and my new black shoes. “Do you like?” I say as I spin in front of him.

He knits his eyebrows together and purses his lips into a thin, irritated line. Immediately my confidence deflates, I look down at my dress and run my hands over my stomach smoothing the material down. “Hmmm,” he huffs and scratches the gruff on his chin.