Wretched Trauma

Avery is an eighteen year old outcast, joining sixth form, for her final year of A Levels, before University. Before she started a new school, she was bullied, both verbally and physically. At her new school, she meets a new outcast, Axel; he's mute. No one knows why he's mute, but nobody cares enough to find out. No one, but Avery. She wants to know everything about him; how it's possible for him to lose his voice; how he became an outcast; but most importantly, he wants to know how to say 'I love you' without a voice. Everyone says love is blind, or maybe it's just silent?

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7. 'Take care of her.' Part 1

   "If you put any more make-up on me, I'm going to weigh even more," I whine.

   Harshly, Devon slaps my upper arm, at my implication of calling myself fat, "You are not overweight, shut the hell up."

   Rolling my eyes, I let her continue to cover my face in foundation. It more or less matches my natural skin colour, so it's not too bad. Then, she starts to layer mascara onto my eyelashes, until they look like they're fake or something. On the other hand, they do look pretty good. Devon frowns at my face, I start to panic. Oh God.

  "Damn girl, when was the last time you plucked your eyebrows?!" she sassily raises one of her perfected eyebrows, cocking her lip.

  "I have a fringe, I don't need to," I explain, but I guess that no longer works, as she's clipped all of my hair out of my face.

  "Well I'm plucking them now," she tells me, grabbing a pair of tweezers from her over-the-top make-up bag. 

  "Please do not make me look like a doll," I mutter under my breath, as she gets to work.

  Between my cries of pain, she manages to neaten them up, and shape them quite perfectly, if I'm honest. Then, she uses an eyebrow pencil just to define them, without making me look ridiculous. I must admit, so far, so good. Then, she gets to work on my eye make-up.

  With the mascara already in place, she uses a pencil eye liner to fill in my water line. Then, she fills in my top eye lid, with one, slick, black line. She brings it out slightly, so it flicks next to my eye, and does the same to the other side. Carefully, she applies black eye shadow  fading out into grey, for the smoky effect. 

  "Since when did you get all fancy with make-up?" I ask, studying my face in the mirror.

  "Please, I have four brothers, and no sisters, someone had to play princesses with me," she dismisses my question with a wave of her hand, and dabs concealer over any uneven patches.

  She makes me change my silver snake bites, to black studs, in little diamond changes. Also, I change my septum piercing to a matching black horseshoe shape. In my ears, I have black crosses, plus black rings on the helix of my ear. Basically, all of my piercings are black.

  "Did you put the oil in your hair, that I told you to?" Devon says, running her fingers through my long, black hair.

  "Yes, I did," I roll my eyes, knowing she can't see my face.

  "Good girl," she pats the top of my head, making me roll my eyes again.

  Instead of hair spraying my hair, like I normally do, she runs over it with straighteners, then curls it, into loose waves. Scrutinizing me, she pins my fringe back, with a little twist, which looks quite cute. I actually look incredibly different, with the toned make-up, and curly hair.

   "Axel told me where he's taking you, but he made me promise not to tell you," Devon says, kind of to herself, chewing on her bottom lip, "So you can't complain about what I'm dressing you in."

  "Yes, ma'am," I give a little mock salute, sticking my tongue out.

  Five minutes later, I'm dressed how Devon wants me. I'm in a pair of skin tight, leather jeans, held up with a few studded belts. The black leather is joined down the side of my leg by cross-over lace, making them my new favourite pair of jeans. For my top, I have a red, also skin tight, sleeveless top. It finishes just above my hips, to show off the variety of belts I have. 

  May I also point out that Devon carefully picked out the laciest lingerie I own...

  Over the top of my scarlet tube, she drapes a soft, black jacket, with full length sleeves. She makes me wear fingerless, black, leather gloves, studded on the knuckles. To top off the outfit, she gives me a pair of her combat boots, which don't come very high up my legs. Decorating me in random necklaces and wristbands, Devon giggles her pretty little head off, proud of her work.

  "Aw you look so gorgeous!" she squeaks, stepping back to take a full look at me, "Look in the mirror, sweetie."

  I do as she says, and face someone that surely cannot be me. She looks too pretty, too slim, but with nice curves, too... Not me. However, I'm not complaining, for the first time in my life, I actually feel kind of pretty.

  "Thanks Devon," I grin, hugging the hell out of her.

  "Oh, shush, it's no problem. Stop hugging me, you'll mess yourself up!" she shoves me off of her, and we giggle.

   Smoothly, she adds a little, scarlet flower to my hair, where my fringe is clipped back, and the nerves start to settle in. I have to be un-dorky, pretty, smooth, and sweet for the entire evening. Basically, I cannot be me. It's already dark outside, so I need to watch out for my habit of clumsiness.

  "Stop worrying," she hisses, slapping my upper arm.

  Pouting, I rub the sore spot on my arm, and whilst I'm pouting, she runs a red lipstick over my lips. Sure, it makes me look  a bit easy, but never mind. I can hear the doorbell ring from downstairs, and I begin hyperventilating. Oh my God I'm so ugly, why did I have to be born?!

  "I swear to God if you are mentally murdering yourself for being ugly, I will bitch slap you so hard, you won't even-"

  "Well someone's got a mouth on them," Callum, my brother, says, walking into my room, "Hey, baby sis, Dad's talking to your boyfriend, so I'd go save him, if I were you."

  "He's not my boyfriend!" I hiss, hustling out of the door, to try and save Axel.

  "Yet!" they both sing, following me downstairs. 

   I roll my eyes, waving them off with my hand. I internally cringe, seeing Dad patronize Axel with the typical first date talk. Awkwardly, I shove him out of the way, grinning at Axel.

  "He doesn't talk much," Dad muses, pursing his lips.

  Oh my God, Dad, now, really?

  "Um, yeah, Axel's mute," I tell him, chewing on my bottom lip.

  "Oops," my dad flushes bright red, "I'll be in the kitchen. See you later, sweetie," he quickly pecks my forehead, and disappears.

   I turn to face Axel, and I swear I'm going to faint. He's wearing a pair of dark grey skinny jeans, a navy blue button up, and a dark grey blazer to match his jeans. He's also wearing combat boots, laced up quite messily, but good enough. Every piece of clothing hugs his body nicely, and his hair looks freshly washed, and straightened. 

  In other words, I'd tap that.

  "Hi," I shyly say, blushing way too much.

  Cutely, he waves, and gives me a piece of paper. On it, in black marker, it says 'You look beautiful :)' and I literally just aww. It's even sweeter that he wrote it before hand, as if he was going to compliment me no matter how awful I actually look. 

   "Thank you," I whisper, suddenly finding the carpet very interesting.

  "Aw!" Devon squeals, bounding down the stairs.

  Callum smoothly follows her, like a lost puppy, with one massive crush. Bless him, he thinks he has a chance with her! No way, she's all for Ethan. 

  "Hey Axel," my brother does the 'sup' nod, and Axel does the same, "Take care of her."

  Axel nods, with an adorable, crooked smile, as I continue to blush. Before I know it, they're shoving me out of the door, telling me to stay pretty. For about the millionth time tonight, I roll my eyes, and Axel takes my hand, lacing our fingers together. As discreetly as possible, I blush again, chewing on my bottom lip.

  He's borrowing Ethan's car for the evening, seeing as it's so cold. The drive to wherever he's taking me isn't too long, and he fills the silence with the stereo, which he plugged into his phone, so we can actually listen to decent music. I don't feel nervous anymore, he's given me an air of comfort, which I really appreciate.

 

A/N

I'm sorry this is just part 1, but I've seriously hurt my thumb/wrist, and it aches to type, so I'll continue once it's fixed! Sorry! 

  

 

 

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