Page 392 of My Sweet Dollie, You Have to Love Me
“That’s right.” He laughs, looking up at me from the footwell of his car. “Say my name.”
“Shut up and get back down there.” I push at his head. At the brown wavy hair I no longer see in a warped vision of blue or green.
My psychologist says I saw him that way because my fear of clowns was so intense that my brain morphed their scary features with the person I loved most to help me overcome them.
And I can’t say it didn’t work, because I no longer see them on every corner.
All I see are stars, as I scream out his name and come on his tongue.
Sparkling eyes find me again, a cheeky look on his face as he licks his lips. He places my underwear back in position, pulls down my new dress, and pops open the door. “We’re gonna be late.”
“You sure this is a good idea?” I’m still kinda doubtful as I accept his hand and let him help me from the car.
Stepping behind me, he makes sure my pretty pink off-the-shoulder dress is covering my ass, and he leads me toward the door and the people who mull around it.
Ignoring the whispers, I focus only on what Ambrose says.
“It’ll be fine. We don’t know they’ll come through, and even if it happens, all it will do is prove everything I’ve told you.”
I nod, swallowing down my nerves.
It’s weird, but I haven’t seen any ghosts since seeing my doctor. And yet here I am, wondering if any will come through and talk to us tonight.
I walk inside in clog-like shoes, spotting Annabelle and Nyx at the large table set up in the center of The Funhouse. Both munch down one of my cupcakes. Abandoning her cake for a second, Annabelle licks a little frosting from Nyx’s cheek, then laughs about it.
Valaria has given me a contract now, and this is probably my fifteenth or sixteenth gig where people have enjoyed my baking.
I take a seat next to Annabelle as Ambrose heads to the bar to get us some drinks.
It’s funny, having a date in a bar.
Shane and I did it once, and we ended up arguing. If I’d ignored every feeling and stayed with him, he’d have had some choice words over me attending this kind of thing.
“Oh, Lancie, don’t go to that shit. You’ll be seeing ghosts again if you do. Have a night in.”
“Do we really have money for two nights out?”
Because he’d have definitely been going out.
A wave of gratitude for that relationship being over greets me. My gaze wanders through the sea of people to Ambrose, who’s gotten caught up at the bar by people who haven’t realized he isn’t working tonight.
His eyes meet mine, those perfect greens, like emeralds, set against tanned skin. Each silver scar moves under purple lighting. Some would say they are imperfections, but to me, they only make him more beautiful.
I can never get enough.
He shrugs, the people pleaser in him wanting to help because the bar is rammed.
Smiling, I sign,it’s okay.
His lips curl, and he signs back,a few minutes, no more.
Annabelle whispers something in my ear, I wanna say it’s her asking about the dark and me being nervous, but I don’t catch it as everyone pulls out their seats.
Spotlights appear from somewhere and illuminate a woman in a long purple dress as she cuts in front of different members of her audience.
“Oh, that’s better.” Annabelle smiles at me.
Painted faces stare around the room, following the lights and the darked haired woman, we all came to see, that they shine down upon.
