September 25th: You toss your phone into a public garbage can.
Victoria casually tossed her cell phone into a passing dumpster.
The resounding clatter echoed off the brick walls on either side of the alley.
She paused, turned around, and strode the few steps back to the dumpster. She carefully popped out her blue-colored contact lenses and flicked them into the garbage as well. She impatiently wiped an errant tear off her cheek left behind by the irritant lens. She wiped the reddish-brown lipstick off her lips with disgust as she continued to walk toward the street.
She stepped into the circle of light cast by a street lamp when a car came to a screeching halt in front of her.
She smirked and grabbed the handle.
“You’re late,” she spat as she slammed the door closed.
“So, it’s done?” Her driver asked.
Victoria reached up and carefully peeled off the auburn wig. She paused a moment to comb her fingers through her short, black, spiky hair.
“It’s done.” she replied, her voice emotionless.
“How do you feel?”
“Vindicated,” she barked. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”
Three hours earlier …..
“Allison! Hey Allison!”
She twisted around to see who was stupid enough to call her by her real name here, of all places.
The person swept past her and gathered a middle-aged woman with bleach-blonde hair into a hug.
“Who was that?” her fiance asked beside her.
She turned back to give Jacob a sweet smile. “I have no idea.”
“You turned around like you knew him.”
She swallowed and lifted her head confidently. “We’re at our engagement party. Don’t we pretty much know everyone?”
She wanted to smash his cocky grin with her knuckles.
Jacob laughed and slipped an arm around her waist. “Of course. Though I’ll be honest. I don’t know half of these people.”
“It’s because half of these people come from my world,” she said while trying to keep her voice from betraying how annoyed she was with him.
Just one more hour, she thought to herself.
“So. When is this thing over with? I’m anxious to get you to myself,” he said while nuzzling her neck.
“Hey now. You two will have the rest of your lives to do that. I want to dance with my future daughter-in-law!”
“Dad,” Jacob ground out between clenched teeth. “You’ve had too much to drink. The band is not even …”
The band picked that precise moment to start their next set.
Jacob’s father laughed while tugging on Victoria’s hand. “Let’s go, kiddo. Let’s show them how it’s done.”
Victoria allowed herself to be pulled out onto the dance floor while shooting Jacob an apologetic smile over her shoulder.
She didn’t exactly like Jacob’s father, but she could have hugged him at that moment for getting her out of that public display of nauseating affection.
“You know, Jacob can be a dick sometimes.”
She sputtered a laugh in surprise, though she definitely wasn’t planning on disputing him on that fact.
“But he means well. He really does have a heart of gold. And I can tell he’s hopelessly in love with you. You’re good for him, Victoria.”
She squashed the white hot thread of anger that wrapped itself around her throat and forced a smile. “Thanks Ralph. We all have our moments.”
“Not you,” he said with a smile while twirling her around the dance floor and grinning like a fool to those they passed. “You are smart, beautiful, even tempered and the perfect complement to Jacob’s hot temper.”
“Well thank you, Ralph. I appreciate you saying that.”
“Call me dad. After all, we’ll be family in one more week!”
“Okay dad, you’ve hogged my future wife long enough, my turn!” Jacob cut in and virtually yanked her out of his father’s grasp.
She slammed into Jacob’s chest and let out a puff of air. She felt a headache coming on and she suddenly wanted to be any where but there. She just wanted it to be over.
“Jacob,” she forced a soft tone of voice, “I need to sit down for a bit. Why don’t you mingle?”
He nuzzled her neck and she had to swallow a lump of disgust at the smell of his sour sweat.
“Sure. We have the rest of our lives to dance,” he chuckled before slapping her ass and strutting over to his group of friends.
She fought the urge to roll her eyes and walked over to the open bar. “Whiskey sour,” she said. She checked her watch. Twenty minutes. She turned to look over the room at the pretentious assholes she had no intention of ever seeing again. She watched Jacob punch one of his friends in the chest, hard, and laugh at his buddy’s red face. So infantile. She watched Jacob’s parents hobnob with their snobby friends. She watched a group of stuck up teenagers try and act cool. And she watched the elders gesture and turn up their noses while spewing heated opinions about current events.
“What a bunch of losers.”
She heard laughter behind her and stiffened.
“Here’s your drink, miss.” The bartender handed over her drink. “That’s sort of harsh to say about your future family, isn’t it?”
She studied him over her glass. “Where does it say I have to like the family I’m marrying into?”
He laughed again and shrugged. “I guess you have a point there. I can’t stand my girlfriend’s parents. Is your family here tonight?”
She shook her head. “No. They couldn’t make it. But they will be here for the wedding next week.” She took a large swallow of liquor, effectively swallowing the huge lie. “Excuse me,” she said. He nodded and turned to help a young girl who couldn’t have been more than seventeen.
“Open bar, right?” The girl giggled while twisting a curl around a finger.
“Uh,” the bartender looked across the room hoping for an adult to intervene.
Victoria walked off with a smirk.
She reached their table and sat down, She kicked off her high heels, pulled her purse over to her then reached inside and tugged out her phone.
“I’m in hell. Shoot me.” She text. She took another large swallow of liquor and welcomed the sting as it traveled down her esophagus. She watched Jacob grab one of his buddies, put him in a headlock and give him a noogie. “Idiot,” she muttered under her breath.
Her phone dinged. Continue reading “Fiction Fix Friday: Vindicated”