Although I’d sent out all invitations for my little birthday party, as instructed by William, I am not sure anyone is going to come. William had promised that he would show up for the party, but I am no longer sure he plans on keeping to that promise, either. He told me he was travelling to Jamaica for a business deal in the morning but still promised to be around for my birthday.
I set the party to seven p.m. to nine p.m., hoping that whatever happens, the few that will come will have fun. Chloe helped me get Arthur’s number, and I didn’t even know how she did it, but I invited him after apologising for the wrong way I had treated him the previous day. He accepted the invitation after making me promise to go out on a formal date with him.
Cassandra knocks on my door at around eight in the morning and when I open my door, she hands me a pretty purple gown with white crystal design on the thin arms and around the waist. I collect the dress and notice a note at the side of it and pull it off and it reads.
‘Happy nineteenth birthday, kid. Hope you like the dress. I promise to return as soon as I can to join the party.’
I can’t help smiling down at the note. Little things like this are the reason I’ve been so head over heels in love with him and call me silly, but he always knows what makes my heart beat faster. I nod at Cassandra and she walks away and I bring the dress to my dressing mirror and I try it on and it fits perfectly. I smile down at myself; things are finally going well I guess.
Contrary to my initial thought, a few students turned up. That’s if you’d call over thirty students few. Most of them didn’t even know who was celebrating or even what they were celebrating. They came for the free drinks and food.
“Here is the b-day girl.” Chloe squeals, coming to me and wrapping her hands around me for a bear hug. She pulls away with her usual brightening smile. “You’re lucky your b-day is a day before prom, girlfriend. Look at your gown girl.” she gasps, turning me around.
She’s wearing a mini arm top and a short black jean and her long blonde hair she let fall to her shoulder. She seems to be only wearing light makeup, yet she is looking dazzling.
I nod, “William got me this before leaving this morning.”
Her big blue eyes widen in excitement, “Wow that’s really nice of him.”
I shrug, getting a little distracted by staring at the crowd to hear anything she’s saying. “Have you seen Arthur?”
She shakes her head. “I just got in. Well, there is Michael!” she squeals when she spots him in the crowd and she walks away from me towards him.
I walk to the kitchen, open the fridge, and pull out a nonalcoholic wine bottle and a cup. I climb up the counter and pour myself some while I watch the invited student dance to the beat of the music.
They paused the music for a moment and everyone grumbles and I get down from the counter to see what was happening on the dance floor.
“Excuse me, excuse me.” I hear Chloe’s voice say as she takes up the microphone. “I know many of you don’t even know why you are here and some of you came because you heard there was a party going on. Well, this is a birthday party, and the celebrant is Karen Butler.” As she says this, she points to me and the eyes of the crowd turn to me. “Now that you know that, we shouldn’t act like morons, let us sing her a birthday song.”
I can’t help smiling from cheek to cheek as they sing me the birthday song and I mouth a “Thank you,” to Chloe and she grins back at me.
The music resumes and the party continues and I look at the clock and the time is eight O'clock. I bite my lips and realise that neither William nor Arthur are here yet.
I walk outside to get some fresh air and I sit down on the stairs and after thirty minutes of sitting and staring into the sky full of light, I’m intruded by a footstep. My gaze breaks off from the sky and I look down to see Arthur in a black leather jacket and a black jean. He looks beautiful as always and I notice that I’m probably staring too long, so I break my gaze from him and I look down at my hands instead.
“Hi.” He says, breaking the silence and coming over to sit down.
My head tilts to one side. “Hey” I dully reply.
“Well, for a birthday girl you seem kind of dull.”
I sigh, probably knowing the reason.
He had promised to come to join the celebration and I know he won’t join the student to celebrate, but I’d happily make them all leave so I can just celebrate with him. He’s not here like he promised, though, and as much as I try to celebrate, I can’t.
I mildly shrug, “It’s always been just another day for me if I’m honest.”
“Well, it shouldn’t be! These days show you and everyone else that you are maturing, getting older, ready to become a woman.”
I doubt William would ever consider me a woman. It’ll hurt his ego, yet it’s really nice to know someone sees me that way.
I smile. “You always know what to say to make anyone feel happy, don’t you?”
“Not everyone, just special few.”
A blush appears on my face and thank God for the night, “You think I’m special?” I ask, looking up at him.
“I don’t think I know.” His gaze locks on mine and he draws closer to kiss me.
I pull back, “That is great then,” I say, trying to make what almost just happens less awkward.
He lets out a small laugh and scratches his head, “So what about your parents.” He asks, trying to changes the subject.
I shake my head. “There are both dead. I live with William. He’s my guardian.”
“I’m sorry.” He apologises, his eyes dropping in remorse.
“It was a long time ago.” I dismiss quickly, but it doesn’t stop the pain that pricks my heart.
“I’d like to meet your guardian someday.”
“Why?” I ask, my brow rising slightly.
He shrugs with a plain face, “Because he seems to be one with a big heart.”
I smile, agreeing with him, “He really is.” I reply with a nod.
He gets up, stuffing his hands into his pocket. “I’d ask you to join me, but I know you will say no. So, I’d go get a quick drink and go. I’ll talk to you soon.” He kisses my cheek before walking away.
I watch him disappear, and I turn to continue staring at the stars.
I get down from the stairs where I had fallen asleep on after everyone left and I climb up the stairs, heading for my room when I hear the door open, and with care I draw closer, making sure my feet don’t make any noise as I walk. I draw closer and I see William walk in and close the door and when I look at the clock on the wall and it reads two minutes past midnight. He is looking tired and quite exhausted and I can’t help feeling a part of my heart go out to him, but the other part refuses to feel sad or pity for him. He drops his suitcase on the brown leather sofa and moves around it to sit down. “I’m glad you’ve gotten. home now,” I spoke, making my presence known to him before turning and walking off. I hear him call out my name, but I don’t care to look at him as I walk in and slam the door. I walk to the bed and throw myself on it and close my eyes when I hear a knock on my door. I stay silent for the first few knocks that come to my door and just when I thought he had left;
Seven thirty A.M. The ray of sun on my face wakes me up and I pull myself off the bed to a sitting position and glance around the room strangely. Was it a dream, or did William kiss me last night? I smile harder when I realised it wasn’t a dream and I throw the covers off my body and get up from the bed in glee. I stop myself to ask what did our moment last night even mean. After a minute of not figuring the answer, I returned to being happy for the outturn of things last night. Today is Saturday and it prom day!! And I can finally ask William to be my prom date and I hope to heavens that he accepts. There is really no time to delay, so I run into the bathroom and I brush my teeth in a rush and take a quick bath; that’s if you’d consider thirty minutes bath ‘a quick bath’ and I come into my room and dry my hair and put on my casual wear, a pink skirt reaching my knee and a white crop top and I almost forget to put on my glasses. Talk about being eager. I meet Cassandra on my way do
At exactly seven fifteen p.m., the doorbell rings and as I hear it from my room, I know it’s none other than Chloe keeping to her word and trying not to get on the list of those she’s going to pluck their hairs off; I am prepared and ready for her. Tonight I am out in a simple black lace gown, which is almost reaching my knee, with a black three inches high heel. My hair I tie up in a ponytail and my makeup I apply light, besides there’s really no special person to make up for. A knock comes to my door and straightway. I walk over and open it up, and Cassandra greets me with a warm smile. “Chloe is waiting downstairs.” “Thank you, Cassandra, I’ll be down in a minute,” I tell her, running over my makeup table and grabbing my purse and walking out of the room. The stairs, like always, are a drag with my heels and my legs hurt and as I complete the impossible task, I climb down and there is Chloe in a red silk gown that is sleeveless and which goes all the way down. Her gorgeous blonde
I close the door as I enter the limo and I see Chloe seated at the extreme end and plugging the cord and putting her earpiece into her ears and I see Arthur fidgeting with his fingers and staring down at either his shoes or the rug of the car. He looks up as I take my seat close to him and his blue eyes sparkle in delight and he seats up straight. “For a moment I thought he talked you into changing your mind.” He mutters as the car moves, “hope you didn’t have a fight with him or at least I hope it wasn’t because of me.” I move my head from side to side. “No, it wasn’t really because of you, but it was long overdue.” “He cares about you a lot, I guess.” He mumbles out before looking into my eyes. I scoff in pure disbelief. “Well, he sure has a bizarre way of showing it. “ His hand comes to my face and moves the strand that falls on it away with ease. “He is showing it by being protective. “He thinks you’re going to hurt me” “Do you think I’m going to hurt you?” he asks and I tur
The night was amazing and as Arthur saw me back home; I knew it couldn't get better. "So hope your night was as great as mine," Arthur mumbles into my ears as we get out of the limo and approach the door. "It was, thank you," I reply, grinning widely. We pause at the door, and he takes my hand. "I was going to ask you this earlier, but I didn't want to be too forward." "What?" "Would you like to go out with me?" "Like a date?" my brow narrow. He nods, "Yea, I kinda like you and I don't want to wait until forever to know how you feel, so I would like to go out on a date with you and see how that goes." "Well, we don't need a date," I pull him to myself and with my eyes slowly closing, I place my lips on his. His lips part as they welcome mine eagerly and soon take possession of it. His arms go around my waist as his tongue sweeps past my teeth and as I am about to open up, he pulls away. "I'm sorry." He said, with apologetic eyes. "You don't have to. I liked it. I like you,"
'Get out here!' The angry voice of William shouts aloud, but I don't. I continue to hide in the closet. 'You know you can't hide from me' he sneers and I clench hard on my chest as his footsteps draw closer. 'I know where you are and I will not be angry if you come out, kid, but if you don't, I will be.' I whimper and tremble with fear and I bite my bottom lips to keep the quivering of it silent. 'Last chance!' I hear him say and next, the closet door opens and William walks in towards me. 'No!' The rasp cry escapes my mouth as he takes me by the hand and pulls me out. ‘Don't hurt me, please.’ I beg, tears running down my face. 'Too late now.' He replies and tosses me to the bed before climbing on it. "No!" I scream and my eyes open to realise it was just a nightmare. I fall back in bed and sweat breaks out on my face, and I curl into a ball. Last night's incident may have affected me more than I thought it did and now I'm having nightmares from them. I don't know if I'd be abl
I push myself over to his door and I slowly push it open and I stopped in my tracks at what I see. The grunt is louder in his room, but unlike I had expected, it's not from pain but from pleasure, apparently. Williams is completely naked from his head down, and his back faces me. In front of him is a woman with long brunette hair on her knees and he seems to love whatever it is she's doing to him because his grunt and hissing and moaning are louder in the passing moment. "Oh Viola, like that! I'm almost there! Yes." His hands buried in the lady named Viola's hair and he seems to guide her up and down his length and faster and his thrust gets wilder. I tell myself to get away from inside before I'm noticed because I am invading two people's privacy, but I'm so shocked at what is happening in front of me I can't bring myself to move. "Yes! Fuck, I'm coming!" He growls like a wild animal as his body trembles weakly and he loses his balance from his release and grabs on to the bed sta
Arthur stops his car in front of drumstick, a new restaurant that opened about a month ago and, according to him, is one of the best places he's eaten so far and I'm taking his word for it. Arthur comes to my side of the car and opens the door for me. I smile as he offers me his hand and as I accept; he pulls me out. We walk to the door of the restaurant and the security guard opens the door for us. "Ladies first," Arthur says as he steps out of the way and ushers me in. I grin deeply and shade of red appears on my face. "Thank you, but you don't have to treat me like a princess no matter what William says." The skin of his forehead folds as he stares at me. "This has nothing to do with William, it has everything to do with you." He takes my hand and brings it to his lip, placing a quick kiss on it. "It's high time you look at yourself like a princess." We make our way to our table and he pulls out a seat for me and as I sit. I stare at him as he takes his seat and after a while o