Her Innocence

Chapter 15

Chapter 15:

- getting ready -

"Mom please I don't want to go and why do I have to." I frowned while looking at my mother, she paid no attention to my words and continued to stroke the dry powder on my face. The brush's hairs trickled up my face as she proceeded to cover my freckles up. Why is she covering my freckles? I love them. Someone please stop this.

"Mom!!" I glared at her. Once the abuse from the brush was over, I let out a small sigh in relief but I didn't knew what she kept for me. She pulled out a black wand with clumped up black gel around it. She brought it up to my eyes and I immediately flinched when she started stroking it on my eyelashes.

My poor eyelashes! They will be torn now. Last time I remember mom putting this exact same thing on last Christmas and honestly it was one of the worst things I have ever had on my eyelashes. While on the way back home from dinner I started to touch my eye lashes and I swear to the demons of the underworld I saw my eyelashes in my own hands.

Every time I pulled my eyelashes, one by one they fell down, so when I started freaking out like an i***t mom told me, it was the black stuff she had applied on me later that day.

Like I believed her, I knew it was my eyelashes. I am not that dumb not to understand the difference between my eyelashes and black poop but sadly here now I am again, getting all the abuse from that wand.

"Mom please stop, that much enough. My eyes will fall down if you keep putting this poop on." I said as twitched my eyes open and close just to make sure that poop didn't went in my eyes. Once I was satisfied I started touching them...until mom didn't push my hand away.

She closed that poop and placed it back on the vanity, for a second I thought this was all over but when she pulled out a peach lipstick and I started to whine about that object.

"Come on now part your lips." She ordered humbly. I rolled my eyes which were coated by poop. Once I separated my lips she started to slid the lipstick brush on my red lips. There wasn't any mirror in front of me so I couldn't see if it suited me or not. All I know nothing suits me at all.

After she was satisfied with my make up she excitedly ran to my closest and started searching some dresses out whilst I decided to sneak a glance at my face...and that's when I died looking at my reflection.

The makeup looked horrendous. I could literally see the creases around my nose,the sparkle of my innocent green eyes was covered with layer of black shadow and poop, my red plumped up lips were now glossy and peach, the worst part was the contouring of my face. For a second I was going to cry by just looking at my reflection, but I strongly held those tears back.

"Mom I swear I saw a witch in my mirror." I cried out while scraping my hand on my oily skin, I never had oily skin but with all this stuff my skin got oily.

She got out from the closest while holding a long black dress on her right hand and a pair of black crystal heels on her left hand. She raised her both eyebrows, trying to question me but instead of giving an answer I frowned whilst staring at those killer heels.

Now it might be fashion to wear those but I swear those are torture devices that can be used on everything, like literally anything! Men's, woman's, kids, face, glass everything.

She handled me the dress and I blatantly took it, even though to was an executive piece I still couldn't share my life with it. I turned to the corner of the room and pulled out my clothes. Making sure I was facing back so mom couldn't see these bruises on my legs and chest.

I pulled the dress on and it perfectly hugged my skinny body but something was missing. There was a blank place on my chest that needed to be fulfilled with some tissue papers.

I really loved the part that it had full selves that covered most of my arm, I straightened the dress and turned around to show it to my mother. I spread my arms widely so she could get a better better view of my dress and once she got she ran to me and pulled into her embrace.

"You look so pretty, its been years since I had seen you look like a princess. " she whispered in my ears proudly, she placed a kiss on my forehead before pulling away from the hug.

When our eyes met she started to swell tears up and because of her I will ruin my entire makeup.

"I wish your father could see what he left behind." She muttered under her breath, making sure I couldn't hear what she said but sadly I heard those horrible words.

I don't know where my father is but I still do have memories, not many because they are slowly fading away. He is a silhouette in my head at this moment, I still remember his soft humble voice but then when I started growing older, when I finally got my senses to capture images in my mind, he left. He left without a single note or a letter, not even a good bye.

My mother had faith in him, she knew that one day he would come back but he never did. He left us forever. Ever single night, whenever I walked into my mothers room she was crying whilst holding a picture of him in her hands.

I couldn't comfort her because I was to young, I couldn't tell her that she had me and so what if he left. He wasn't ever there in between us. Years and years passed by she started to change. The money in her bank account was now completely gone, she didn't had a penny left then she started working as a doctor in the nearest hospital.

Even though she didn't had much responsibilities of me but yet she still had to pay the house bills and rents. After five years of struggling and hardworking she finally bought this house. We threw all of his pictures away but we promised to keep the house he had lived in for few years and till today we never broke that promise.

For some reason I feel like he is going to come back from nowhere and he will be all changed but that won't stop me from wrapping my hands around his muscular body. Only if he was back..

The negativity furiously started spreading around my head, I couldn't get anything that was happening here in my room. All I could see was darkness and cold eerie silence but then I heard those voices of clocks ticking in my head, the wolves howling while ripping each other flesh off and the girl crying in the forest but what made me afriad was his soft voice that repeatedly called my name.

I knew that it was my dad, I knew what voice he hold and I knew what he loved calling me. Ally....

The air soon started to suffocate me, I held my throat tightly, trying my best not to get any air in but when I heard someone screaming my name I was ripped out from these thoughts.

"Are you okay? What did you see?" Mom questioned me as she placed a hand on my face. She pulled my face up as she stared into my eyes. I knew she wanted to know about this weird flashback I got but I couldn't so I instantly ripped my eyes away from her.

"Just a bad flashback." I assured a smile before sitting on the bed. She walked to me and sat on the bed next to me.

"Valerie I am not just taking you to the party but also you have to meet someone." She said while looking at me. First I was confused what she was telling but as a minute passed her words soaked in and I started jumped around happily.

"Really? Does he has kids because I want a big brother." I cheered around the room. Mom slightly blushed but then she shook her head and pulled me down the bed. I always wanted a brother who could protect me, at least I wouldn't be scared to talk to him..

"No he wasn't ever married but don't worry he is nice." She said to me. I couldn't believe that mom would ever move on, especially for the past few years she haven't dated a single guy but now all of a sudden, I couldn't be more happier.

"He should br handsome because I don't do ugly daddies." I joked and teased her. She rolled her eyes before getting up from the bed.

"Go wear you shoes, I will change in a minute. " she ordered before leaving room. As she left I pulled my left hand out and opened it to see the same golden necklace hanging down from my finger, I immediately freaked out before throwing it under the bed. How many times I threw it, in the end it always landed on my palm.

This only happened it I had a flashback about dad. I didn't tell mom because then she wouldn't let me sleep alone.

I looked back, out of the window to see the sun already setting down. It was getting darker by every second and here I thought parties were at morning, so dum of me. I glanced at the clock placed in front of my night stand, the time was 7:40 which meant I won't be sleeping today till 1 o'clock. Finally I will be breaking my routine but how will stay awake this entire time.

I wiped away all those thoughts and wore my black crystal heels. When I made an attempt to get up from the floor I immediately feel on the bed again. For the next few minutes I continued to walk in these heels but every time I fell somewhere in the ground.

After numerous tires I finally decided to walk out of the room but before that I grabbed my purse which had nothing but random tissue papers scattered inside just to make it looks fuller.

I silently walked downstairs, making sure I didn't trip I caught the stair case handle tightly. Once I was down I jumped on the couch and laid down. Patiently waiting for mom to come out of her room.

I getting slightly nervous because this is the first time I am going to a party with a lot of people. My mom usually goes to parties but I never did because simply I hated crowdy areas.

When I saw mom running to the living room door I immediately got up from my couc, she started to search something in a purse and I got a little confused. She pulled out a key and handed it to me.

"Go to the car, I think I forgot something so I will be there in a minute." She breathed as she ran back into her room. I shrugged and walked to the door, I placed my hand on the cold handle and pulled it back. By just opening the door my hair went everywhere.

I stepped out of the house to see half of the area soaked in blankets of snow. I confusingly started to look around. It never ever snowed here, for the past few years it just rained to sometimes not even that but now its snowing.

I love snow....

I looked up to see the moon shining brightly, it was a full moon to be exact and the worst part it I will get those horrifying nightmares once again. Every full moon I get the same nightmares or wolves howling and then suddenly blood then I hear those voices and feel his hands before waking up.

I absolutely hate those. I probably won't sleep tonight.

I sat in the car and tied a seat belt around me, waiting for mom once again.