Hi I’m Carly.
858 Words
“Today is the day I Carly Charleston starts the rest of my life” I say to myself as I look in the mirror. I slide my dress over my head and notice every curve of my body. I hold my hair atop my head with my hand wondering how to style it.
I take one last glance at myself in the mirror and panic knowing I need to cover the bruises from the night before. I look into my stunning green eyes and wonder if my concealer will hide the purple bruise. I sit in my vanity and pull out my sponges and brushes and try to find a pale green eyeshadow.
I pull out my concealer and dab around my eye, flinching as the pain radiates through my cheekbone. I feel the strike to my face over and over again. “After today I will be out of this place and he’ll never touch me again” I say reassuringly to myself.
As I finish covering the painful reminder I look at my neck and see the hickies and his finger marks he left behind. I feel the tears fill my eyes and fight the urge to scrub my body again as disgust runs through my veins. I conceal the marks and shove the memories deep down in hopes of making it through my day.
I pick up my black eyeliner, placing the tip to my lower lid leaving a dark lining on my eyes and sketch out a cat eye on my upper lids. I find the softest eye shadow brush I could for my swollen bloodshot eye and dawn my lids with a pastel green and a bold dark green in the corners. I repeat this look on the other eye while adding false lashes.
I ignore the stinging sensation coming from the stitches I have in the corner of my eyelid. If anybody asks I’ll say clumsy me fell down the stairs again. I take my curling iron and twirl my hair around it watching the ringlets fall as I release them. I continue doing this for the next Twenty minutes until I don’t recognize the blonde haired green eyed beauty looking back at me.
Next thing I know I’m slipping my foot into the dainty gold dusted heels I was bought to wear on this supposed to be joyous day. I wrap the sleek strap around my ankle and do up the buckle. I do the same with the other foot and wince as my swollen ankle throbs. I smear some red lip gloss on my lips and slip my bra and panties off as I was commanded to do.
I can’t help but feel like something is missing. I’ve covered the bruises I’ve dolled myself up. I’ve got the gown and the shoes, the veil and tiara are sitting on the bed. Then I hear a soft knock on the door. Come in, I yell as I recognize the soft knock. I hear quiet footsteps climbing the stairs and I see my step mother Elise smiling at me in the mirror. “Carly my love you look breathtaking” she says. She comes up behind me and snakes her arms around my waist sending shivers down my spine.
She slides the hair from the side of my neck and kisses it and whispers in my ear. “Once you’re Mrs. Mitchell’s you won’t be MY girl anymore. I’ll still come visit when the husband isn’t here.” She Grabs something out of her purse and says here’s something old something borrowed and something blue as she runs the vibrator across my silk gown. She turns it on as she hits my ni***** and I shudder!
“Elise no please” I beg.
“You know I make you feel good” she says as she drops to her knees and pulls the gown up. Next thing I feel her mouth close on my cl** and her slide the toy in my p****.
“Stop” I plead as she inserts the toy further.
She frees my cl** and says don’t fight it. I’ll beat you and tell your husband you forced me to do this and he’ll beat you too a pulp!” She says. “c*m for me and I’ll stop” she says as she forces the vibrator deeper in me and bites down on my cl*t forcing me to orgasm.
She lowers my gown and stands up forcing the blue toy in my mouth then withdraws it and kisses me. I watch her leave and walk to the bathroom and clean myself up. No amount of scrubbing makes me feel clean. I stand back in front of the mirror and place a gold necklace with diamonds around my neck and place the tiara and veil upon my head.
I’m going to miss this town and my friends, but I have to protect myself . I know Greecington will always be home. It’s past time for me to move on! This wedding will be when I die! Today is my last day. I, Carly Mae Charleston, die today!
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