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Big improvement.
After studying me with a critical eye, she decided that I looked too much like a “raging slut” unsuitable for her wedding.
“Can’t have my future husband looking at other girls,” she said lightly. And then she laughed. Actually fucking laughed, as if we were two girlfriends enjoying one another’s company until the big day.
Instead of changing my outfit, she grabbed scissors out of a drawer and cut the bottom of the dress.
Despite the jagged lining, she only proceeded to make the dress shorter and more revealing.
To fix my face, she decided to decorate it in black and blue. Yup. The bitch bruised my entire face, her deranged laughcausinggoose pimples to rise on my arms.
Once she was satisfied that I looked hideous enough, she left to get herself dressed.
Okay. Think, Addie.
I considered the repercussions if I were to break the chair. On one hand, I might be able to sneak away before she returned. On the other, I still had no idea where Ryder was, and I sure as hell wasn't leaving without him.
Also, it was surprisingly more difficult to break out of a chair than it appeared in the movies. You couldn’t just push your body backwards, your fat ass causing the chair to shatter. Oh no.
Trust me. I tried.
And how were these characters magically able to untie their hands now that their bodies were no longer connected to the chair? Hands tied together have no correlation to bodies tied to chairs (unless you’re in need of a few basic anatomy lessons). Seriously, if you couldn’t do it sitting down, you sure as hell couldn’t do it standing up. And the wooden stake miraculously created by the broken chair?
Snort. Fairy Tales.
It hadn’t occurred to me until that moment how trapped I was. How alone. How pathetic.
Shifting through my options quickly, I decided that the safest method to ensure my safety as well as Ryder’s was to play this out. I would find Ryder after Whore’s wedding, and we would be on our merry way. I wouldn’t mind punching the bitch in the boob first.
In this case, a boob shot would be completely justified.
But there was a voice nagging me to remember. Something at the edge of my consciousness, something important.
It hit me so suddenly that I nearly stopped breathing.
I was wrong before. I did know that girl.
She had been at the mall that day with Ronan and Ryder, and again at the rest stop.
Why was she following me?
