silverlaker

White and blue and borrowed from who? Not me, god damn it. I cant support the union of two so perfectly made for each other because of their penchant for drama. Poppy needs someone calming in her life. Someone soothing to ease out the nick and bruises of the daily fast lane. She needs me and yet I found myself sitting in the tailor shop, observing her ridiculously poufy white disaster she calls a wedding dress being nipped and tucked in all the right places. She cooed and fawned while I went to the bathroom to vomit. Green puke goes well with white lace, dont you think?

I invited Poppy and the other bridesmaids back to my house for a celebratory high. Yes its absurd, but I am a bridesmaid. Fucking hell! We all got a good buzz on. Meth and champers. Then I feigned a need for a nap. Poppy knew this code and soon the unessential chicks were gone, which left me and Poppy. Alone. On my bed. Panting. Sucking. Fucking. The sunlight coming through the glass panes, reflecting onto her sweet, soft flesh. She looked an angel. And a devil. Her hips in the air, getting slammed with that dildo.

I told her she belongs to me. I told her I want her all to myself. I told her this marriage will be the end of us. I am yours, she said. You have me, she said. No it wont, she said.

But what about when Bern fucks you over for another chick?, I said. What about when I tell him about us and he rejects you?

Poppy slapped me. She fucking, bloody slapped me. Then she pleaded for me not to tell. Hell hate me, she said. Hell leave me.

At least she wont be alone. Shell have me.

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