Priceless

My mind was burning, and my lungs were about to explode with the base of the speakers, they exclaimed with loud music, that basically everyone was dancing in the house, while I was thinking, and coughing for some reason. I didn't think I would be so sick after the first beer, but I think you never know what might happen if you don't try it.

"I think I may be drunk...."I held my head, feeling lightweight, and I felt the dizziness effects kicking in, like poisonous chemicals entering. My brunette hair was close to be ruined by my small hands, I fumbled the strands, trying to stand up correctly, but my mind was still blurry.

"What time is it?"I asked, quietly.

My sister was standing over a few yards away, with her sassy brunette curls bouncing around as she laughed loudly, and it seemed like she was having a great time. She was stunning over there, with her fair skin, and easy-going personality. She could basically rule the world, hiding the fact that she wore tonight was a purple corset, that opened her chest too much, and a long flowing black skirt, that waved hello to me back and forth. Not to mention her pumps, which basically look like purple hooves. She looked to gaudy, and seemed like she expected more than drinking.

I sighed at the thought of it, because fearing for my older sister was my job, no matter how different we are, from an angle. I have her hair, face, just not her height. Her height was amazing, like she could step on anyone. As I stood there, barely close to reality, my sister spotted me, and waved. She waved to the people who she was talking to, and walked slowly to me, with a smirk on her face.

"You are so drunk, Sydney."she looked at me, a huge smirk that I wanted to smack right off, and her arms, crossed, like she was disappointed.

But why was she smiling?

"How many beers?" she said, clear that she wanted more info than my drunken stare. I gave her my pinkie finger, then it escalated, and I lost count, honestly.
It's true, from the sight of it, I looked like a mess. My dress was tattered, and my facial expression was zombie-like. Anyone could paste a sign on me that said train-wreck. It embarrassed me, and my mind was thinking what else I did. I couldn't remember, at all.

My teeth were chomping on my blue nails, and my sister looked at my hands in disgust, and took my mouth away from my hands, and said, laughing, "Syd, Syd, Syd.......go upstairs and just get wasted. You'll won't be sorry."she giggled with a pose that I wanted to mock so badly, but I agreed and I struggled up the stairs, trying to find out what she meant.

I could figure it out, and I finally realized that upstairs had beautifully carved stairs, and I slid my hands on them, feeling the smooth, silk like edge on the rails. It seemed ancient, but with a modern look to it. The steps up were long, and I felt trapped. It took me so long, and I felt like my legs were asleep, or on fire.

As I went up, I heard grunts and talking, and I couldn't believe who I saw..........

It was my husband.

 

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My husband, standing a few steps away from me, was down wasted, and even more drunk than I was. He was being stripped down. His slender body seemed touchable, and every person was eyeing him thoroughly. I was red, and my anger was getting the best of me. He was being adorned, like a god, and I shamed for a shrimp. I clenched and unclenched my fists, white appearing over them. I was so close to ripping everyone apart. Sure, I may look ugly to most people, but this was just wrong. And I always feared the worst. Was he cheating on me? I gasped to myself at the thought, and my stomach churned.

His golden eyes wandered over the room, and his ashy hair seemed to be bouncing, maybe over laughter. There were plenty of girls next to him, and I couldn't stand the feeling that he could love someone else instead of me. He wrote me poems, and sang me songs, and told me how he dreamt what our future would be like. We talked so much about it, thinking what colors were going to be our baby's socks.

Chucking, I came back into reality. Well, how will I get him back? Could I kidnap him? Or tell him to leave them?

I sighed. Life was too hard.