His fingers laid under her chin and then tilted her head back so she could stare right at him as he stared at her back. Even when she was so hurt he couldn’t help but find her incredible looking. Hades brushed a few strands out of her face and then gave a small smile. “Trish, he isn’t worth it. You are worth so much and if he couldn’t see that then someone else will. You will be one man’s treasure,” he whispered before laying his lips on hers.
Melting into his kiss, she grasped the fabric of his shirt and pulled him closer. The kiss remained sweet and tender and just about everything that they’ve never done. But it wasn’t a normal kiss for them. This wasn’t their usual need. This was reassuring and comforting. It was caring. Her hand trailed up and cupped the side of his face, pulling away barely enough to talk. They remained nose to nose, “Thank you,” she murmured against his lips. She’d missed him so damn much.
***
“Whenever I stare into your eyes, I catch a glimpse of heaven in those glistening eyes of yours. I find my paradise.” Hades leaned down slightly to press a soft, loving kiss on her lips before pulling back to smile over at her. “That’s why I like, I mean love looking into your eyes,” he whispered.
He was genuinely in love with her, he wasn’t playing her. And each and every day he proved as much and more. Her eyes flickered away from his momentarily, a small bashful moment before she regained eye contact, “That’s interesting…because I see everything in yours.”
***
Hades halted his steps and caught how her dark hair blew casually against the passing wind while the ends of her light jacket fluttered around playfully. When she turned around he almost fell to the ground with how weak his knees became within seconds of her sight. The way her eyes glowed so brightly, her skin shone flawlessly under the right amount of light hitting her, and the overall way her face expressed such happiness. Hades made his way towards the balcony and wrapped his arms around her before placing a very soft, passionate kiss against her lips. “It’s sinking in slowly though I find myself distracted by you then anything else,” he explained with a small chuckle.
Trish turned around to find Hades looking at her, admiring her more like, and she was glad to be leaning against the railing for her knees nearly buckled. The loving expression hit her eyes first before tugging a soft smile at her lips, here he was granted with an amazing view of Athens and his eyes were only on her. Her breath hitched in her throat, love overpowering all other emotions. The cool ocean breeze, the soft fluttering of her dress, if she didn’t know any better she’d have thought that was in a fairy tale.
Inhaling deeply, Trish slowly opened her eyes from another night’s deeply content rest. Glancing over at the clock, it became clear to her that her mind had pulled her out of her slumber well before the alarm intended. She wasn’t the least bit tired, nor was she in a hurry to escape the warm embrace of the covers and the man she used as a pillow. If she had her way, she might not even leave the bed today. She shifted slightly, feeling the familiar, muscular arm wrapped around her possessively tighten its hold as she moved. Trish smiled, without fail every morning Hades did that, whether he was aware of it or not. She would make a move to get up as she tended to wake up before him regularly, and his slumbering mind would attempt to keep her closer – if only for moment and only appeased with a soft kiss if she had to get up. Either he’d continue sleeping or he’d slowly lumber after her to the shower, depending entirely on the morning. Luckily for him, this morning she was only just shifting her position – no intention of leaving the bed. He could keep sleeping and she would be there as his constant companion. As she lay there, listening to the beat of his heart and his even breathing as he slept, she thought about the day with a soft smile gracing her features.
Today was their six month anniversary. Well, their official anniversary. The anniversary of the day that she had gone to a bar and run into a guy that she could handle. The anniversary of the day that he went to the same bar and saw her with a guy he wanted to protect her from. The very day they argued in the alley behind that bar only to realize they didn’t know what they were fighting about. It was their anniversary, the moment they noticed that they’d been playing off the immense set of feelings they had for one another by claiming it was just friendship. That’s why this was their official anniversary when in reality it had gone on for longer – they just hadn’t admitted it yet. He said it first in the alley and she remembered that her heart stopped for a full moment before picking back up again. Those words had been something she’d feared for so long, but coming from him they meant so much – more than she could even imagine putting to words but she’d certainly try. She’d told him of her heartache, he knew of her wild ways, he knew of every part of her and yet he still wanted all of it and more. And he still did. That feeling was single-handedly the most spectacular feeling she had ever known, and that’s why she knew it had to be right. She knew he was right. She probably knew it from the moment they met, but she was stubborn and wouldn’t admit it at the time.
He was her soul mate. He was so similar to her in so many ways but they still had many differences to share. Hades was the one person who could calm her from any of her moods, something that people have tried and failed to do in the past. And it was something he accomplished successfully very early on. He picked up on a lot of things early. In their first meeting, he was not intimidated by her nature – in fact, he seemed to feed on it like she did. Their banter flew back and forth as she watched him paint. The second time they met, there was a highly separate circumstance and the night couldn’t have been more memorable. He matched her for wit, passion and fire – not only leaving her wanting, but craving more of him. He was addictive and, at the time, she had absolutely no idea why. She had absolutely no clue that the hunger for him would never stop or that she really wouldn’t mind. The attraction between them was immediate, carnal, intense, sensual; they were drawn to each other time and time again, unable to keep themselves away. At first, it seemed as if it was primarily sexual but soon they found that it was so much deeper than that. They meant so much more to each other than just an itch to be scratched - though they continued to do it well and often; they were more than just the friends they thought they were. After realizing the truth, everything made much more sense. The beach, the caring, the ache in her heart when he wasn’t near. It was incredibly clear in hindsight, and she was happy that they didn’t take too long to figure it out.
Today was the anniversary of them figuring it out. She lazily traced circles across his chest, coming to a stop at the scar that nearly broke the heart he claimed for himself – the stab wound from a man she’d prefer to erase from her memory. She’d felt like she couldn’t live without him for quite some time before that day, but seeing that image before her eyes – she knew she couldn’t. It was clear to her during that time that he wasn’t going to leave her side for anything. He would protect her with all he had. And she wasn’t quite sure what she’d done to deserve that. What she did know was that they were impenetrable. They could withstand anything; they only needed each other no matter what anyone else thought of them. She was prepared to spend her life with him, and that didn’t scare her like it would have with anyone else. The lucky thing about finding your soul mate, they could solve your fears without knowing. With the sudden urge to see his blue eyes, she shifted her position again. This time she pulled herself up so she was straddling his waist, the silk fabric of her nightgown shifting easily against her skin as she leaned down to place a kiss on that scar. From there she slowly worked her way up, over his collar bone, up the column of his neck, all the way to his lips where she made sure to nibble slightly before getting lost in deep kiss.
Once she pulled back, she finally saw those blue eyes of his and smiled loving down at him. “Hi,” she whispered, the quiet winter morning just adding to the gently romantic atmosphere of a slow kiss wake-up call. Trish sat up fully before him, drawing his hands into hers and then resting them comfortably on her thighs – though not discouraging any wandering that might occur as she spoke to him. “Mon cher,” the term of endearment came out in a purred French tone, adding a playful air but keeping mostly serious for the moment. “You are…” she sighed slightly, pausing for a moment to gather her thoughts, “You know, the French always have a better way of saying things. They have this phrase ‘je fais de toi mon essentielle’ roughly translated into ‘I will make you my key.’ So Hades, what I’m trying to say is: you are my everything. You are the one. You are my love, my best friend, my confident, my comfort, my strength, my inspiration and so much more. I don’t want to know where I’d be without you, all I know is that when I’m with you I feel like I am floating. I feel as if nothing in my life can go wrong because you’re in it. I love you. I love you more than I can even fathom to express in words, but I know I can show you. I know you can see it because you can read me like nobody can.” She leaned forward, propping her weight up on one arm as she brought herself closer to look into his eyes, “I think I’ve loved you since the moment I saw you. I will love you until the stars go out- probably longer than that if I can manage it. I love you, Hades Aidoneus. I love you.”
She leaned the rest of the way down, hovering millimeters above his lips for a sliver of a second before dipping in for a slow, meaningful kiss to end her monologue. Trish kissed him with vigor and passion, but kept with the sensual romance of the morning. Her body seemed to hum with anticipation – or was it nerves – for his reaction, and maybe she wanted to keep kissing him to prolong the moment just that much more. Suddenly she felt her cheeks grow warm, a blush creeping its way onto her face without warning forcing her to pull away and bury her face in the crook of his neck. There she was, on top of a man she’d been with for so long, blushing like a school girl. He'd seen her happy. He’d seen her cry. He’d brought her to many, many, many moments of immense pleasure – from the gentle build up climax to the primal wrecking screaming release to many in-between and more to come. Yet she still was getting nervous about giving him a simple gift. Something she saw and immediately knew that he need to have, something that bound him to her as she was to him. Composing herself, she reached over to the bedside table – not once leaving her position astride him – and pulled a velvet box from the drawer. She toyed with it in her hand for a moment before handing it to him with a gentle smile, “I hope you like it.” Inside lay a ring, strong and bold much like the person it was intended for – a ring that he could wear traditionally or on a chain around his neck, she didn’t care as long as the message was clear. She loved him.
A small note : Hades' birthday is OCT 26, this para is set next friday.
The alarm went off and Trish burst into action quickly, yet carefully, with care to not wake Hades up. She turned off the beeping quickly before turning to make sure that her boyfriend was, in fact, still asleep. It was his birthday today, and she had a couple of plans on the books for today. And she still had a few more preparations to pull off, so he could sleep in just a little longer than usual. Grabbing her clothes for the day, she went to the bathroom for a quick shower and to get ready as quietly as she could. That plan was almost derailed as Sasha nudged a perfume bottle off of the sink, but she caught it before it shattered with a very relieved sigh. Double checking her appearance in the mirror, her outfit consisted of jeans, a long sleeved v-neck and she’d grab her jacket on her way out. Picking up her cuddly nuisance, she exited the restroom and headed to the kitchen – summoning Cerberus on the way – to feed the animals. Once they were taken care of she grabbed her keys and quickly made her way from the apartment, if she timed it right – she’d be back in about twenty minutes. In that time, she just hoped that Hades wouldn’t wake up and wonder where she had gone. She took her trip on foot; her destination was only a couple of blocks from their home. Where they were going today required more than just her bike, so she’d rented a car from a local location. The car was a sexy, sporty little number that went fast. In her mind, that was the important part.
On her way back to the apartment, she stopped to pick up some fresh baked pastry items and coffee to warm them up on the nippy October morning. She made it back in a little over her estimated time, but was pleased to find her boyfriend still peacefully asleep. Carefully she set the breakfast items on the bedside table before quickly exiting the room to grab three of the presents she’d be giving him today. The ones she could just hand him, the other ones were a might bit bigger and would be revealed later. She left the largest of the three wrapped gifts on the floor; it was much too heavy to attempt lifting since it was a box full of amazing spray paints – various colors and all brand new. Trish loved his work and wanted to encourage him to do more. Hell, she’d even let him paint the walls of their apartment. The second gift she leaned against the bedside table, it was a piece she’d done for him. She was inspired to do a companion piece to the one he had made her for her birthday, a portrait of his peacefully sleeping form – so he could see himself through her eyes. She wanted to hang them both above the bed, side-by-side as they always were. The third she rested on the bed next to him, it contained a nice leather jacket. A jacket that was incredibly warm, but also showed off his muscular form – she knew he wasn’t a huge fan of the cold weather, but since they lived in New Hampshire for the time being the least she could do is try and help him tolerate it more. Besides, he’d look sexy as hell in it.
She climbed onto the bed, gently straddling him – paying close attention to if he was awake or not. If he was, he certainly was using a lot of willpower not to pin her. If he wasn’t then happy birthday to him, waking up with a hot woman on top of him, though to be honest, that happened more often than not – and vice versa. She leaned down to gently press her lips to his, softly stroking his hair and pulling him slowly into the world of the awake. “Happy birthday to you…” she sang softly, punctuating the line with another kiss, “Happy birthday to you.” Kiss. “Happy birthday, dear Hades.” Kiss. “Happy.” Kiss. “Birth.” Kiss. “Day.” Kiss. “To you.” The last kiss lingered longer, giving her a chance to savor the moment before she pulled away to smile down at him. Trish shifted her weight to rest on the bed next to him, one hand gently toyed with his hair as the other reached behind her to hand him one of the gifts, “Now, you have options. You can open this one first, or the others. But seeing as this one is already on the bed, somehow I feel like you’ll pick this one first.” She sat up and watched as he opened his presents, excited for his reactions. There were a couple of more things to surprise him with later, and she was showing a great deal of restraint to not just blurt them out to him. The intrigue and the mystery behind the not knowing, on his part anyway, made it a little more fun – and gave her a reason to keep it to herself a little longer. It wouldn’t be long before he knew anyway; she was just waiting for a location change. Once he’d finished opening his presents and they’d enjoyed their breakfast of coffee and pastries, she pulled him from the bed, “Go get ready, dress warm.” Picking up his newly gifted jacket, she handed it to him, “And you’ll want to wear that.”
She waited for him in the living room, watching whatever TV was on this early. It wasn’t sinfully early, they’d both slept in a little – and it was fairly obvious that he wouldn’t be attending any of his classes on this day. And that she wouldn’t be teaching. They were ditching, but she could not care less. She had packed two bags that were waiting by the door. One of them had blankets, towels (just in case) and various other extras, including her change of outfit for later on in the day. The other bag had a couple of food items, drinks, the makings of a daytime bonfire. Her plan was to whisk him off to their beach. Not the one that Disney Prep would occasionally occupy with their camp-outs, but the one they had discovered on their own. It was the place she connected with their beginning, even though they actually admitted it in an alley behind their favorite bar. It was a little bit of a drive, but it was worth it for the setting. And it was closer to the biggest gift she had managed. It was her masterpiece, and the thing she was probably most proud of for his birthday. She just hoped he would love it as much as she had been imagining he would. When he joined her in the living room, she grinned, "Ready for a road trip?" She picked up one of the bags, gesturing for him to take the other, "No peeking." With that she led him down to the parking garage and to the rental car.
Trish had been busy all day. She had finalized the papers on her new apartment, hired movers so she didn’t ruin the surprise for Hades, and she had set up another bit of fun for them. Actually, a couple of fun things, but first things first. She had made sure that both animals were content in their new home, Cerberus spending a better part of the afternoon snuffling around the new space looking for his favorite spot to lie in. Sasha took to climbing once more and found herself on top of a bookshelf several times. Trish couldn’t help but laugh every time she went to save the poor creature, knowing that she’d be doing it a couple of times a week. There was food in the kitchen, there was internet and cable. She’d taken care of everything and took a moment to relax on one of the two couches. Her hope was that he’d love it just as much as she had, the second she walked into this apartment she fell in love with the open spaces and the windows. It was the perfect place to call their own. Their. A smile pulled at her lips as she thought of different scenarios that could occur. Some of the thoughts were surprisingly domestic but still entertaining to play with. Smirking, she chuckled to herself while thinking about the house warming gift she’d gotten Hades, “Maybe not too domestic.” Those were for later. Now, after taking a short break, she had more to prepare for.
She quickly changed, getting ready for their evening. She sent him a message earlier telling him to meet her outside the apartment building. He knew that she’d been looking, but she wanted the actual finished project to be a surprise. Besides, they weren’t going to take a tour of the place first, she was taking him out for a little bit of fun. She adjusted the strap of her lingerie, a treat for him to see later, and then put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. The outside of her outfit was unassuming whereas the under layer was prepared for ravishing. Grinning to herself, she was a little proud of the misdirection. She finished getting ready and then made sure that the bedroom was ready. The gift for him resting in a box on the pillows of the new bed, waiting for its turn for a little fun. She had recently found out that while she did still have her wound, she was very capable of vigorous activity without it causing a problem. She’d be sore, but it would be worth it. The phrase “no pain, no gain” was actually pretty perfect for the moment. He had his injury to think about too, but he was a lot like her in regards to not caring about doctors orders. Grabbing her purse, she walked back to the living room – petting Cerberus and Sasha on her way to the door. She set the alarm – a large selling point for the place – and walked through the door.
The place was on the top floor, the building was nice with thick walls and very little noise pollution from neighboring apartments. The place was ideal for them. She took the elevator down to the lobby and went to go wait outside the building for Hades. Trish sat on the edge of a fountain that was directly outside of the building, waiting for him to show. When she finally caught sight of him, she stood to greet him with a kiss, “Hello love, are you ready for a little bit of fun?” Pulling away from him, she grabbed his hand and led him in the direction of her bike, “Did you know that not far from here there is a nascar training track? And did you know that they offer driving classes in actual racecars?” She turned to him with a grin, walking backwards now, “And guess who got us an appointment to drive some fucking fast cars?” It was something that had been missing recently, their love for adrenaline and crazy activities. She thought it would be a perfect start to this new chapter, no more stalker, new place, new outlook. An adrenaline rush was the best way to start the weekend. They got to where her bike was parked and she leaned against it, looking at him with a smile, "Did I do good?"
[Trish's lingerie that Hades hasn't seen quite yet]
Vixey’s party had been a blast from beginning to end. Started with some wholesome Truth or Dare fun, continued to a wonderful starlit dance with her man and ended with a battle of wills. Trish couldn’t remember a time in her recent past where she had drank as much as she had at the party. It started with a drinking game, created for their amusement, and slowly devolved into drinking to distract from the growing fire for a certain blue eyed God. A stolen glance, a not so innocent touch, it took a thousand times more willpower than she thought she had to not just pull him with her onto the bar and just go for it. She wasn’t sure who snapped first, but she wasn’t about to care about that. The second he told, no commanded, for her to return home the desire pooled to her core. She loved it when a man took charge, though this time it was nothing about power – it was purely primal need. Her goodbyes to Vixey were quick and she didn’t entirely remember what she said, but was certain it was cool and collected.
Her heels clicked against the winding pavement that lead from the town back towards campus, it wasn’t the usual road – but a more secluded and faster route that opened up near the teachers apartments. It had been there for ages, she’d used it from time to time on her many outings into town. She stepped over an uneven patch of concrete as she tried to hurry to her destination as quickly as possible. There it laid the end of the trail – the one lamppost lighting up an otherwise dark path. It was quite an eerie path, not that the fact bothered Trish. She was almost at the lamp when an arm grabbed her as if from nowhere, she was shocked but quickly came to realize who it was. She knew those lips, that scent, those hands anywhere. As quickly as he had grabbed her, he had her pressed harshly against a tree. His lips practically devoured her own as she pulled at his clothes – she’d been wanting him all night. He moved down her neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses along the way as he lifted her by the thighs and rutted against her through their clothing. The lace at the back of her dress snagged on the tree, the delicate design already tearing easily and allowing the bark easy access to lightly scratch her skin.
Her mind was hazy, fueled by lust and alcohol. The next thing she remembered was his grip on her wrist as he pulled her willingly to her apartment, pressing her impatiently against the door as she moved to unlock it. Somehow they made it through the door and locked it before she found herself lip to lip with him again. She pulled at his belt and any other article of clothing in the way of her direct goal as he backed her through her apartment and to her bedroom, his hands constantly roaming and groping her form. Their movements were frenzied. It was as if their lives depended on them that this needed to happen quickly. He pressed her against the wall, his hands finding the v-neckline of the dress and tearing the offending garment to the waist, his hands slipping under the torn fabric as soon as there was opportunity. Both parties were too impatient for anymore clothing removal and he lifted her against the wall, tearing her panties aside to push into her finally. Her first moan was loud and guttural to be followed by many, though the subsequent ones would be swallowed by his kisses as he pounded into her relentlessly until they were both spent.
Somehow they didn’t just collapse into a heap on the floor and made it over to her bed, in a state of mostly undress. Some stray scraps of clothing that they didn’t bother removing stayed as they finally succumbed to their drunken state – falling into a blissful sleep with a large headache on the horizon.
TIMELINE NOTE: This para is set like 2 weeks ago. It was supposed to occur right after Atlantic City but we got carried away :3 (you know you loved it) so both of our characters are on campus currently.
Trish loved to travel. She loved going to new places and experiencing new cultures. And she even loved the work it took to get places, including it all in part of the journey. So when she woke up well before the alarm, that was supposed to go off at 4 am, it wasn’t shocking. She was just excited. To add to that, she was excited to be going on this trip with Hades. They had packed the night before and he had spent the night in her apartment to make leaving on time easier. It wasn’t uncommon for him to stay the night, but this time they actually got to get up and go somewhere together. Her mind was wide awake and she knew she was too eager to fall back asleep. She stayed in bed, mentally checking that had not forgotten anything. They had the tickets, they’d reserved the hotel – also mildly extravagant but she was very fond of the saying ‘go big or go home’ and he didn’t seem to object. Luggage was ready, Cerberus was left with someone. They’d be gone for a couple of days, but since it was summer vacation – no one would think anything of it. The alarm finally went off and Trish leaned across Hades to turn it off, placing a kiss on his lips in morning greeting. “Come on, baby. You can sleep more on the plane,” she smiled against his lips. They had a long day of travel ahead of them, all of it starting with the cab that would meet them at the gates of the school at 4:30am. They had an early flight to catch.
She got dressed in her comfortable travel outfit – a light dress, comfortable shoes and a light jacket – and they quickly exited her apartment, heading for the gates of the school. A taxi would be waiting for them to take them on the hour long drive to Boston where their plane would be departing from. The drive went smoothly, they checked in at the airport on time with an hour to spare. They had a quick breakfast in the terminal, not really talking but enjoying the atmosphere of the airport and the excitement of the trip. Time seemed to slip by quickly because before long they were being pulled down the runway and in line for takeoff. Trish looked out the window, being sure to lean back a little so Hades could see past her. She grinned in his direction - she loved to fly. The next 14 hours were spent mostly sleeping; using Hades as her pillow, because when they would land it would be nine in the morning. She knew the second they reached their destination that she’d want to get to the hotel, drop off their bags and then go straight into spending their time. She wanted to make sure she was rested, though she was certain the excitement of the new place would wake her up quickly. Why waste time sleeping when you could be experiencing new things? She was woken up by the intercom and the soft lowering of the plane signaling their approach into Athens. Quickly shaking the sleep from her eyes she sat up and looked out the window.
Grasping Hades’ hand to pull his attention, she pointed, “Look, We’re here!” She smiled as he looked over her shoulder and out onto the view, turning to plant a kiss on his cheek. The plane landed and before long they were outside of baggage claim, finally in the Grecian air. The sun was bright and the place itself seemed to radiate an aura of history and power. Locating a taxi was easy enough and they were whisked away to their hotel. The hotel was situated in the middle of Athens. There were sites, shops, restaurants and the beach all within walking distance. Their room was spectacular; complete with top tier living accommodations and a balcony with one hell of a view. Trish pushed the double doors leading out onto the balcony open and leaned against the railing. The ocean breeze tousled her hair lightly as she looked around the area. She turned, leaning her back against the stone barrier, to face Hades with a smile, “So? Has it sunk in yet? What do you think?”
Trish pulled through the gates to her lavish home, driving up to the house that lay beyond. She was home later than she intended, but an eccentric buyer had come in at the last minute at the high-end art gallery where she worked. She was not about to turn away a commission such as that, she just wished that he hadn’t prattled on for an hour about why he was buying twelve original paintings. Two of them were her own work, so at least there was that. It had been a long day, and she just wanted to get inside, maybe grab a glass of wine and relax by the pool. She pulled into the garage and saw that her husband was home, so her plans would be pushed back ever so slightly. It wasn’t often that he was home before she was. In fact, he was usually off on one business trip or another. Usually it was dinner for one in the expansive house, it got lonely from time to time – but at least her work kept her busy. It kept her from wondering about the rut she had found herself in. When did Trish Gothel become a lonely housewife?
Her heels clicked against the concrete as she walked to the door connecting the garage to the house. She moved through the rehearsed movements, open door, and turn, set alarm, drop keys and purse on counter and proceed into the kitchen. She didn’t spot her husband anywhere nearby, but she could usually find him in his office or in the living room watching sports. Not hearing the TV, she tested her luck by calling out to him, “Marcus? Work got a little swamped right at the end of the day.” She opened the fridge to check if there was any type of food that looked good. Some stuff caught her attention, her stomach growled a little. She closed the door with a sigh, choosing instead to properly greet her husband first – to see if he was up for any dinner. “You hungry? I could make us something, or we could just order in. I’m a little tired after my day and am looking for-“ she stopped in her movement and speech at the sight in front of her.
She’d entered the living room to a vision of her husband sitting on the couch, wrists bound, and a gun pointed at his head. Four masked men stood around the room, the three that didn’t have their guns pointed at Marcus, pointed them at her. Her voice caught in her throat and before she had much of a chance to make any decision, one of the three moved towards her. He grabbed her roughly, tying her wrists and pushing her onto the couch with Marcus. She snuck a glance over at her husband before keeping her eyes trained on who seemed like the ringleader of the group. Though the situation was high strung, she couldn’t keep her tongue to herself any longer, “Yes, make yourself at home.” Her voice dripped with sarcasm.
So. This is hell. Trish Gothel stood in the parking lot of her new boarding school, her home away from home, as her father unloaded her bags from the car. Her mother hadn’t made the trip because she was working, and her father wanted to make sure she actually made it to the campus. Trish did not like the idea of a boarding school, she would much rather be completely focused on her pageants. That she could accomplish much easier from the comfort of home and finishing schooling from home. But her parents had insisted she get a proper education from a reputable school. They weren’t terribly subtle though, they were hoping that the boarding school would force her to settle down. Maybe it would change her mind about wanting to do pageants, though she’d been in them since she was very young. She adored them because it just drove home the facts that she already knew. She was gorgeous, and she could use that to her advantage. It was not in her intentions to stop now. She wasn’t an idiot, she knew pageants couldn’t last forever – but she wasn’t about to let go of a very nice payday and possible scholarships to get into the art schools she wanted to attend. The attention was nice too. Actually, the attention was the main reason for participating. She knew she deserved the recognition.
“Alright, sweetheart, let’s get to your room,” her father said, picking up the majority of her luggage. Trish took the final bag and slung it over her shoulder, taking in the surrounding area. At least the school was pretty. So far, it was the only thing it had going for it – seeing as she was basically forced into being there. She’d make the best of it though, once her father left. It wasn’t that she didn’t like her parents; it’s just that they were convinced that they knew exactly what she needed. If she had it her way, she wouldn’t be in a family. She was fairly certain she could handle this all on her own. It was something she was hoping to have a chance to prove. Her father helped her to her dorm room and offered to help her unpack. She waved him off, not wanting to prolong his obvious guilt ridden goodbye. There was an awkward hug in farewell and he was off. She sat on her bed with a sigh, looking across the room at the bed that probably belonged to some roommate that was notably absent. Grimacing, she eyed the small room, “Ugh. This place is horrible.” She unpacked enough to find a change of clothes, wanting to get out of the ones she traveled in. Pulling on a pair of shorts and a tank top, she tried to remember the way on the winding road. She’d been on campus for twenty minutes, but she already wanted to leave. Shoving some cash into her bra, she sauntered out of her room and out onto the grounds.
