Into the dumpster went the Doc Martens. The torn mesh stockings. Most of the make-up. The gaudy jewelry. Only the leather miniskirt remained, she liked that and it hugged her very nice ass. Mallory knew her own strengths, although it had taken her a while to become aware of them.
That was it.
Mistress Melancholy
, Goth Queen, was no more. Mallory was back, and truth be told, she was glad of it. It was hard work being bleak all the time, she laughed.
For five years, she'd been living a lie, but she had thought the price she paid was worth the reward.
Lord Damian
had made her heart beat faster, there was something about his darkness that drew Mallory to him and his dark world. His unholy presence drew her in, when he spoke, everything he said seemed fascinating, although bleak, it seemed to possess some spiritual wisdom. They had been together all throughout High School and into University, vowing to be together, despite Mallory's parents loathing the young man they thought shallow, pretentious and unworthy of their daughter. Mallory's mother had prayed she'd see through the shallow veneer of
Duncan's
personality. From Day One, Lizette had refused to call her daughter's boyfriend by his pretentious Goth nickname.
Mallory caught "Damian" fucking the cute, California-blonde cheerleader, Mandy. Mallory was furious, and stormed out without him even knowing she was there. First of all, she had been faithful all the years they'd been together, no other man had touched her in that time. To make matters worse, the peppy blonde was Mallory's own
cousin
. When he called that night, she hung up on him. He called back, but she told her parents to make something up, which was no trouble for either of them - her father had loathed "Damian" on sight and her mother had thought him shallow, pretentious and - in her mother's unique words - "a real creepo". Mallory had her first laugh at that, her mother's humor always cheered her up. Lizette tried to get her daughter to forgive Mandy, as she and her sister were very close and she didn't want the girls at odds, but Mallory wasn't entertaining that idea.
Mallory had not officially broken up with Duncan yet, she wanted to let him have it and she wanted to choose her words carefully. Beforehand though, she wanted to look like Mallory again, so she got rid of her Goth clothes. Her parents were more than happy to provide the funds for her transformation back to Mallory and towards a new wardrobe. Both her parents were trust-fund babies, although both worked hard at their respective jobs.
She was happy that one of her closest friends, Jill, was a hairstylist, because it took more than a few hours to remove the black from her hair. She couldn't go back to her original blonde just yet, but Mallory settled on a long, wavy auburn shade she and Jill thought suited her quite well. She could already see the long-buried persona of kind, sweet, sometimes-sassy Mallory beginning to re-emerge.
Mallory had always liked to shop and she now had a good excuse. She dropped a few pounds during her Goth days - the gaunt look seemed to appeal to
Damian
and she tried to maintain a haunted look that she now wanted to see gone forever. Jill had thought ahead on that and called another friend, a cosmetics consultant who told Mallory she had great material to work with. That was true - Mallory had beautiful, green eyes that had almost an almond shape to them and high cheekbones. Within an hour, a stunning young lady was again seeing the light of day. The girls didn't charge her full price either, leaving Mallory with more money to work with.
Mallory's next decision was to start getting rid of the white skin she'd had all these years and get some color. After buying herself one of the skimpiest silver bikinis she had ever seen, she got back in her car and headed off to the beach. She was totally unprepared for what - or rather,
who
- awaited her there.
She got to the beach, put on a generous amount of Sun Block, her shades and a floppy hat and as she walked down the beach she had not seen in years, there was Mandy walking towards her with an impressive bodybuilder-type in tow. She lowered her head and tried to remain incognito, but it was no use. Her cousin spotted her, she turned on her heels, but Mandy called out.
"Mallory! Please Mally, don't run. I need to speak with you!"
Mallory turned on her heels, anger crossing her face. "Okay - so speak. What the
fuck
could you possibly have to say to me?" Mandy looked at her cousin with obvious distress showing on her lovely face.
Mandy kicked a small pile of sand as she stood, face-to-face, with the younger cousin whose boyfriend she had fucked. The bodybuilder stood a small distance away, sensible enough not to get in the middle of this.
"Okay, I deserved that. Mallory, I want to tell you I'm sorry. I had no business fucking Damian. I know you saw us - I saw you and I'm really sorry. After you ran out, I confronted him - the fucker had told me you'd broken up. The little creep admitted the truth, I kicked him in the nuts so hard his children will be born sterile."
Despite her anger, Mallory laughed at the comment. She said "Even if we
had
broken up Mandy, you shouldn't have fucked him."
"I know and I really, really am sorry. But you know what? You can do so much better, quite frankly, he's a
lousy
fuck."
Mallory said in an uncharacteristic quiet tone "I wouldn't known, I have no basis for comparison."
"Holleeee shit." Mandy said. "He was your first?" Mallory nodded.
"Oh damn, he might be okay for a first, but cuz, I have to tell ya, there are
wayyy
fucks out there, believe me. Like Teddy over there."
Mandy waved at her companion, who waved back to both girls. "He's good in the sack, huh?" Mallory asked.