4. Just Us Three
647 Words
“You b***h!”
I knew that voice anywhere. I turned around and saw the menacing look a pixie looking girl was throwing at me. Wow, she looked amazing. The last time I saw her she had long hair and it was blonde now it was black and showed off her amazing bone structure.
“Hello, London.”
“Don’t hello me,” she snapped. “You think you can just come back after all this time and I will be like putty in your hand.”
Her lip wobbles. “Ah,” she cries. “I missed you too much.” She stomps over with her arms out for a cuddle. “I’m still mad at you,” she mumbles on my shoulder.
I laugh a little. “I’ve missed you, bestie.”
She pulls back and looks at me. “Will you tell me why you left?”
I’ve dreaded that question for so long. “I will, at some point but just give me a little bit of time, ok?”
She flings her arms back around me. “Fine. But only because I don’t want you to leave me ever again.”
I laugh, wiping the tears from my eye. “I promise.”
We sit on the sofa with Nanna across from us. “If you can’t tell me why you left can you at least say why you’re back?” She asks, kicking off her shoes and making herself comfortable.
I was glad that somethings hadn’t changed.
“I came back to take over the reins.”
London squealed with excitement. “Yay. That’s incredible, I just know your going to rock it. No offence Nanna; you’ve been killing it for years.”
Nanna laughed. “I hope you will help my darling granddaughter, London.”
“Heck yeah, I will. When do we start?”
“I was thinking now.”
The fashion house was just as I remember and we even had a catwalk to see how the outfits moved and looked in the different lights. It was overwhelming me with inspiration. Nanna and London could see the look in my eyes. “So what are you thinking for your first collection?”
It was something I had been thinking about for a long time. After all what was more fitting for a theme then something I stood for myself. “It’s time to bring power back to women. I want to see outfits for everyday that offer layers yet style. It needs to look badass and ooze confidence.”
“Colour scheme?” Nanna asks.
“Red and black is too stereotypical. Not everyone loves pink so let’s invade the stereotypical colours of guys. Blue, black, grey, green. Colours you wouldn’t think of for a power outfit.”
“Hit them with the unexpected. I like it.” London complimented.
“I need to start sketching. My fingertips are having a hissy fit.”
“Take yourself back to the apartment and sketch.” Nanna says and she sees my questioning look. “I don’t trust everyone in this place.”
I look around for anything suspicious or anyone looking directly at us but that was pretty much everyone in here.
I nodded and took the sketch books she offered, heading for the elevators. There was one other guy in here but two floors down, he got out and two other men entered.
Mint and leather.
Their two scents combined, hit me.
The doors close and I can see in the reflection who was standing behind me. My eyes widened.
“Hello, Angel.” Curtis greeted.
Silence followed. What do I say? How do I act?
I’m in a tin prison for crying out loud!
“The fashion house doesn’t offer makeovers, so why are you here?” I asked. I could hear my words trembling as they can put.
“We want to talk, Angel.” Ben says.
It’s the first time I’m hearing his voice so close and it makes me shudder.
I press the buttons on the elevator. I will get out on the next floor and abseil down the rest of the building if I have to.
The lights flickered on and off.
The elevator jerks and we drop before it stops all together.
There’s nothing.
The elevator has stopped.
I’m cloaked in darkness.
It was just the three of us and there was no escape.
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