Ready

After a painful thirty minutes of combing, makeup, and explanation on how to be good at sex.

Sash determined that I was ready to bed down with my hubby.

She tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and clapped her hands together held them in front of her big smile.

She looked like a mom who's child got into an ivy league college.

I quickly got up and checked out her work in a mirror and MY. LORD!

I looked hot! No, I looked like a fucking goddess!

I don't care if I sound narcissistic, I looked fucking awesome!

My hair looked incredibly softy and fluffy, yet shiny and silky. It was slightly done up, with a part down the middle and cascaded down over my shoulders and back in an ebony waterfall.

It also exposed my pure and flawless forehead, that's a tad big for my liking. Also with a small part of it hovering over my left eye.

Then she outdid my previous casual make up from before.

My lips we're incredibly shiny and pouty. They looked like I had just finished eating the juiciest of cherries.

My eyes looked wide with a touch of cuteness and a bit of impishness. With a touch of pink eyeshadow and a cute little glittery heart sticker under my right eye.

I looked like a pop idol! I looked to Sasha with my mouth agape and obvious stars in my eyes.

She smiled proudly with her arms folded in front of her chest.

"So? I did a bang-up job, didn't I-*oof*, " I stopped her from talking by tackling her into a ginormous hug.

I bet I looked like a sleepy koala but I couldn't care less.

"Sash! This! Is! AMAZING! How-, what, when?" I began to stutter as I couldn't find the right question.

"The internet is amazing, " she bluntly stated like it was obvious. I was surprised that she could even talk.

I was squeezing her with all the strength in my body.

"Hon, I've been dealing with Samuel all my life. A little thing like you can't hurt me." She stated and looked into my eyes with a smirk.

I puffed my cheeks up and reluctantly let go of her.

She handed me the bottle of wine and pulled out a little cooking timer.

She twisted it to ten minutes and sat it down on the nightstand.

It started to click and she turned to me with a smile. She pointed to the timer and chimed, " Wait until that goes off. Then go to Samuel's room. Got it?"

"Got it-, WAIT A MINUTE! If you planned for a specific time for me to go there why didn't-."

" I had to factor in all of your strugglings, whining, complaints, and all your other drama. We ended up with an extra ten minutes."

"That's cause you comb too hard, " I muttered with a pout.

"Yeah, yeah. I gotta get back to work, remember, go once the timer goes off." She waved goodbye as she hurried out the door.

I plopped down onto the bed causing it to bounce a bit. I placed the wine bottle between my legs and hugged it.

I didn't realize that I had started to spiral a bit until my own breathing reached my ears.

It was like I had fallen into the ocean and was desperate for oxygen.

The denial started to creep in. Then the self-hatred. Then the anxiety. Then the dep-.

*DING*

The timer made a sharp ding pulling me out of my dark stupor.

I took a deep breath and stood up. The wine was trapped in my embrace and I took small strides to the door before seizing the handle.

This was it.

After this, there was no going back.

I paused for a bit and then I flung the door open.

Let's do this!

I stomped barefoot across the wooden foundation. The night air blew up my dress. But I didn't care.

I could feel the lava being pumped by heart as I got closer to my destination. My mouth went dry and my nails sharpened themselves against the forest colored glass of the wine.

I was here.

I was only a few feet away from the door. It was ajar and there was a yellow glow illuminating the walls and ground.

Presumably, from the candles.

Who's beating a drum?

Oh, wait, that my heart. Ha. Ha. Haa.

My strides became a toddler's, as I approached.

Don't worry baby, Scarlet's ready to take care of Ya!

"*AHHH OH* Harder daddy harder!"

What? *He he* Some of the staff must be having their own fun.

Yeah, that must be it.

"*OOOH* Yeah, pound me harder! Harder Samuel!"

My heart felt like it just dropped. Yet, I could hear it in my ears. It was like a horror movie.

As I got closer and closer, my heartbeat simulated a dramatic drum beat. Waiting to perform a jump scare.

*BA DUMP*

I got closer.

*BA DUMP*

I'm at the door.

"*Hah HAH HAH HOO*•

Now the heavy breathing to build the tension.

I pushed in the door a bit and the air immediately said 'fuck you' to my lungs.