Thread: Tʜᴇ Dᴇᴍᴏɴɪᴄ Gɪғᴛ ..::Tsᴀɪʀ & Iʀᴏɴɪᴄ::..

Nevaeh grasped the towel that hung around her body, feeling the cool air taint her heated skin after her shower. Tonight, would be the night of her first date with her longtime friend, but the lingering sensation of butterflies infiltrating her stomach left her questioning why tonight FELT this way? With a towel draped messily against her locks she would walk barefoot to her bedroom. The floor was frigid on her toes, causing her skin to crawl with goosebumps. Sprawled out on her bed was the outfit she had picked for the night. A large smile played on her rosy lips, showcasing her elegant smile. Her fingertips lightly caressed the silk fabric of her dress, her hues following the movements of her hands until they moved towards the dazzling necklace. The small diamonds shimmered against the rays of the bedroom lighting, but the iridescent purple reflected in her eyes. Tanzanite. It was her birthstone December. An infinity-like design encased the hand-crafted necklace gently. Neveah grabbed the white gold necklace before draping it against her neck, neatly sealing the clasp to ensure it was securely wrapped around her neck. It was hard to take her eyes off her new accessory as she turned her neck around to see the difference in shimmering the diamonds projected. Time was on her side, having an hour and a half to get ready. The sophisticated red dress fit her like a glove, the silk soft against her skin. Those nude pumps strapped on her ankles made her appear taller than what she was. Her long, chestnut locks were arranged in spiral curls, her skin dripping of the scent of roses and honey. 715 PM. Forty-five more minutes until she had to arrive, and she was already finished getting ready. Her heals snapped against the staircase as her hand gripped the railing for support, feeling as if she were walking to go to her senior prom. Her father waited downstairs as he heard her heals clicking against the stairs, grinning to see his daughter as happy as ever. A light buzzing echoed in the room as he fumbled through his pockets. An abrupt phone call attracted his attention. He excused himself from the room, leaving Nevaeh to stand by herself at the foot of the stairway. Stealthily, she would eavesdrop by standing close to the doorway of the room her father was in. It was hard to make out what he was saying, but she did manage to catch a few sharp curse words. Her brow quirked upwards, wondering of what was happening. Not everything in Nevaehs life was peachy. Her father was a part of the mafia, a felonious man who was always targeted by other rival mafias, even the police. Either way, the phone call wasnt a decent one. The click of the call being disconnected resounded in the hallway, Nevaeh peeping her head out to see what the fuss was about. Is everything alright, father? She asked, her eyes searching his facial expression to try and find the answer to her question before he could respond. He shook his head before biting his lower lip, fists tangled in fury. We have to leave. Now. His voice was hard, cold. Nevaehs heart dropped to the floor, mouth slightly opened in surprise. Wait, what? We cant leave now! She protested before her fathers stern eyes riddled her to her core, ceasing anymore retaliation. Look, Nevaeh. I am sorry that this is happening, and I know he is going to be upset, but we HAVE. TO. GO. He emphasized each word, causing tears to well up in her eyes. The makeup she had just put on was beginning to smear, mascara dancing along with the tears that cascaded down her rosy red cheeks. Gather some clothes and some belongings but leave your phone here. We cant take it, they have it tracked. He spat out the details, so she wouldnt question it furthermore. She sniffled before using the back of her hand as a rag to wipe away some of the mess on her face before rushing upstairs. This wasnt the first time they had to leave like this, and it probably wouldnt be the last. Grabbing her suitcase, she would toss her favorite clothes chaotically inside of the widened luggage, along with jewelry that her deceased mother gave her. Her mother was unfortunate during an attack from a competing mafia, capturing her and killing her. That is the reason why her father was so strict with her, and she could understand why. Lets go! He shouted up the stairway, Nevaeh quickly grabbing a few of her cherished items of choice before giving her phone a final glance. Her heart shattered, feeling the shards cut deep into the surrounding tissue. Shed known him for all her life. He was her best friend, her companion, the one she could confine to. This would be the first time she left him blank. Gone without a trace. No means of contact. On a special night like this. Im coming! She hollered back. Zipping up her suitcase she would rush down the stairs, meeting her father before he grabbed her wrist and dragged her in a hurry towards the door. There, a plane awaited, the rushing wind stinging her face as she winced. Where are we going?! She yelled overtop of the whipping noise of the planes engines. Were traveling overseas. Paris more than likely. He responded before helping her inside of the aircraft, soon following her before closing the doors. Quickly she rushed to a window, placing her palms on the glass as she watched the plane lift. Her home was fading away, the memories of her beloved friend, and there was nothing she could do about it. I hope you can forgive me She whispered, her breath fogging the glass before her forehead leaned against it in defeat.