Red Shoes

Shoes. They'd never meant much to Sophie, they were just an accessory. But she soon realizes they can be the center piece of an outfit, or the reason a cute guy spoke to you. Or the reason he chose you to be the one he would scar for life. (-Note: ive changed Daniel's name to Jason.)


6. Going Home.

They sedated Sophie and left her to rest after she calmed down. She dreamed of shoes and dresses and going shopping with Shontelle and Brianna and playing with Jack when he was a baby. She felt happy and safe as she laughed with the people she knew and loved. When she woke up, Sophie was disappointed and frowned. Louise was at her side and grabbed her hand quickly.

"What's wrong? What hurts?" She asked, panicking.

"Nothing, I was just having a good dream. I didn't want to wake up," Sophie sighed and sat up carefully. She noticed her baby pink duffle bag immediately. She turned to looked at Louise and she was looking at her hands nervously. "Mum? What's going on?"

"They think you're good to go...I brought you some leggings, your UGG boots, a vest stop and your juicy zippy top and underwear, obviously," She smiled and started taking clothes out of the bag. 

"Mum, no. Tell them I can't. I can't, mum," Sophie looked into her eyes desperately. Louise shook her head and put the clothes back inside the bag.

"You can't hide forever, Sophie," She said sternly.

"It's been a day! maybe a day in a half?!" Sophie argued.

"The sooner the better! Honey, the answer's still no. You're going home, you start school again next week. Oh, that's something we need to talk about. The police think your...attackers probably went to your school and I was thinking, you'd have to see them every day until they get time for this. Trials take a long time, and you never know, they may get parole and it wouldn't be good for you."

"So you want me to move schools?"

"It's an idea, baby."

"No!" Sophie shouted, outraged. "I have friends there! I'm not letting them rule my life. They wanted fun, they can have their fun. They can see me everyday and remember what they did to me on a drunken whim. They can feel the guilt everyday, I honestly don't care. I just want things to be...normal." She sighed. Louise sighed too and pulled her into a gentle hug.

"We'll see how things go," She pulled away and smiled then stood up. "Now, you need to get dressed I'll go wait outside."

"Okay," Sophie smiled back and pushed the covers away so she could swing her legs over. She stood up and she felt the blood rush to her head and swayed.

"Woah," Louise caught her upper arm. "Honey, this was happening before. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," She sighed. "Can you let me get changed, please?"

"Okay," Louise sighed and grabbed her handbag then left. Sophie pushed back the covers, pulled of the wires stuck to her chest and started pulling the clothes out of the cheerful duffle bag. They felt like they were from a different era, her beloved UGG boots, her favorite hoodie, the most comfortable leggings she owned, they used to mean something to her. They were a symbol of her position on the social food chain. She pulled on the leggings and sighed as she looked down at her legs. The leggings made them look skinny and slender. That was the last thing she wanted. She pulled the ugly hospital gown over her head carefully and threw it on the bed. Looking at it with new eyes, her lacy bra looked ugly and barbie-ish. When she'd seen it in the shop weeks earlier, it had looked cute and sophisticated. She slipped her arms threw it grudgingly, she wasn't going without one, that would be worse than wearing it, and snapped it into place behind her back. The vest top was overly clingy in what used to be the right places, but it was reasonably comfortable and she pulled it on without hesitation. Her hoodie laid innocently on the bed. She sat down and stroked the soft material. It had been her favorite, when Louise brought it home for her when she came back from New York she'd worn it at every chance she'd got. Then she'd gathered a collection of them and it had become neglected at the back of her wardrobe. She slipped her arms through it and pulled it around herself carefully. It smelled like Louise's favorite fabric conditioner and Sophie's favorite perfume. She pulled her hair up into a messy, tight ponytail and waited. There was a quick knock at the door and it opened enough for someone to peep in.

"Sophie? It's Maria. Are you ready, sweetie?" Maria's soft voice floated in through the door.

"Yeah," Sophie called, but it came out as a small croak. The door opened all the way and Maria came over and smiled.

"I'll just unhook you from all this. Close your eyes if you don't like needles," She said softly and smiled reassuringly when Sophie frowned in worry. "You won't feel a thing, honey."

Sophie hesitated them closed her eyes obediently. She felt a soft tug on her hand and it stung a bit, then something wet was put over it.

"You can open your eyes now."

She opened them quickly and examined her hand. In place on the IV that had snaked out of it, there was a small plaster. 

"You'r ready to go," Maria beamed at her and picked up the duffle bag and offered her and arm. She took it and followed Maria timidly. The hospital hallway was brightly lit and there were people everywhere. Some were clutching cloths to their heads, others were soothing their crying children. Everyone was waiting in chairs. Shontelle, Brianna, Jason, Jack, Louise, Dan, and some of his friends, Sophie guessed. They all looked up when they saw her. Dan gasped and two of his friends looked away. Weird. Sophie suddenly realized she didn't have any decent make up on, and the make up she did have on was two days old.

"Crap," Sophie muttered under her breath and smiled faintly at them all. Dan smiled faintly back and Brianna and Shontelle came over and hugged her.

"We missed you," Shontelle whispered. Sophie pulled back to look at them.

"Aw I missed you too," She hugged them gently back and they smiled and went to pick up their bags. They weren't in school uniform. The party was on Monday, I woke up on Tuesday, it must be Wednesday. And this Wednesday was supposed to be an in-service day. Jason smiled but didn't get up.

He obviously doesn't want to be seen with someone like me in public, Sophie thought. 

Louise came over and hugged her gently then took her hand.

"Let's go home, baby," Louise smiled. Sophie smiled and glanced at Maria. She handed her the duffle and hugged her with one arm.

"Get better soon, honey. I hope you never have to come back here, and that's a good thing,"  She smiled cheerfully and went to the main desk. Sophie turned and smiled faintly and everyone.

"I'll see you at school, 'kay Shon?" She grinned weakly at her.

"Whatever," Shontelle flicked her hair and looked at her nails. But she smiled.

"Bree?" Sophie raised her eyebrows.

"You better, you're not ditching again." Brianna frowned playfully.

"Good," Sophie smiled and followed Louise down the hallway where she was waiting by a lift with Jack. She turned round and faced Jason as she remembered something. "And I don't know if you hate me and just want to ignore each other, or you like me and want to be friends, or you like me and want to be more than friends, but when you're in a relationship with someone you actually have to communicate." Sophie flicked her hair and looked him up and down then stalked over to Louise. But someone caught her hand and she turned again. It was Dan.

"Soph', I'm sorry about what happened to you in my house. If I knew who those sick bastards were-" He broke off. "If I knew them, they would be dead by now." He looked pleadingly into her eyes.

"It's not you're fault Dan," She smiled and squeezed his hand. As she turned back round again Jason caught her eye.

"I'm sorry," He mouthed. Sophie rolled her eyes and caught up with Louise, blinking away the tears that threatened to spill over. 

"Let's go home, mum."

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