C8 Choking Dress

I stood beside the car waiting for Sidd. He had driven me to this place. I patted my feet on the ground, checked my wristwatch countless times, and looked at the hotel’s entrance, he wasn’t forthcoming. Should I cry? I was already feeling bad. This wasn’t a great day for me. Stuck in a tight dress, had to dance with my enemy, almost fell in front of everyone, and still being saved by my enemy doesn’t sound pleasing at all. Finally, he was coming. I sighed in relief. He opened the car and entered. Do I honestly have to go with him? I entered the car too, fastened my seat belt and he drove off.

On our way, we got stuck in a long traffic jam. How did we get here? I was dying. My breathing was on the edge, my belly was tight with an unremovable belt. I was sweating even when the car had an air conditioner. I glanced at Sidd, he seems fine. I unfastened the seat belt. My home is many miles away from where we were. If I wanted to walk in this dress, I will sleep on the street. I didn’t want to talk to Sidd, the situation compelled me to. I had to go home to free myself from this strangling dress. I looked at Sidd, now he got an earpiece plugged in his ears. Like seriously? I was dying, he was enjoying a piece of music or whatever? I held tight to my seat just not to explode, but I couldn’t.

I angrily pulled out the earpiece from his ears. “What now?” he uttered nonchalantly.

“Are you supposed to be feeling comfortable while I’m dying?” I snapped. His face folded into a surprised look. “What kind of party was that? Why were you flirting with me? Why in God’s name did you get me trapped in this choking dress?” I yelled out a complaint.

“Maybe you have added weight,” he riposted.

Honestly? Did I add weight? Hell no, he was trying to spite me. I do diet sometimes, go to the gym for workouts, and drink lots of water, I couldn’t have added weight.

“I want to go home! I can’t stay here with you, I hate you, this event, and this bloody dress!” I ventured out while hitting my hands against my seat.

“Is it that tight?”

“Get me out of this thing I’m putting on, I can’t breathe,” I let out frustrated, almost crying.

“We got no extra wear in the car,” he reminded.

Does that matter right now? Shouldn’t I be alive before thinking of dignity? I tried to unzip the dress, but I couldn’t, my hand couldn’t reach my back. Everywhere around the dress was tight.

“Let me do it,” Sidd offered.

Never! He wants to unzip my dress, then see my bare back? If he doesn’t help me, I will choke and possibly die. I turned my back to him and flipped my hair aside. His hands came against my back. I almost froze. The dress was off the shoulder, and the upper part of my back was visible. As his hands moved down, unzipping the dress slowly, I adjusted on the seat. He was indirectly touching me and I hate that. Besides, why does my body have to become so sensitive to his touch?

He was done. I finally breathe down. Oh, God, I was just released from hell. I relaxed back in my seat.

“Are you fine now?”

“What do you care? I want to go home. I got to sleep before resuming office tomorrow.”

“Then sleep,” he said. I turned a bitter glare at him. “I mean no harm, just sleep.”

“Have you ever meant well in my life? You are a thorn in my flesh and I can’t help hating you more.”

“If you want to play our enemy role, it might end up in my favor. What do you think?” he said with an arched brow. He was going to devour me. “I have a lady with a zip-down dress in my car, her shoulders tempting, her red painted lips are attractive. She looks angry but delicious. It takes a man hell of self-restraint to prevent himself from doing all kinds of wicked things to her body.”

“Sidd!” I yelled casting a stern glare at him. I pulled my dress closer to myself. Now I feel like prey waiting to be devoured. He was right though, I look almost naked in the car of my enemy. What kind of a scenario is that? If he does anything to me, no one would know. No one can see through the car from outside. All glasses are dark and transparent only from the inside. “Sidd, I know I hate you and I can’t change that, but please, you can’t touch me. Pretend you don’t see me till this traffic lifts. I’m begging you,” I sincerely pleaded. I had to let my ego down to save my dignity.

“Don’t flatter yourself. I don’t desire my enemies, especially not the ugly ones,” he declared.

I clenched my fist. If I get out of this, I wish to possess the courage to kill him. He was born to irritate me. He was on earth to destroy my life. How I wish I had gotten admission into another college, I wouldn’t have been unlucky to have met a soul like Sidd.

The night slowly swept away with Sidd steering behind other cars. My eyes were failing me. I got to sleep. An awful day got to end. I just hope Sidd sticks to his words. I dozed off.

I woke up after what seemed like an hour's sleep. I stretched my arms up to the ceiling, yawning loudly. I shut my eyes tightly and then open them to clear my vision. I was in my room. I was still in the dress that almost killed me last night. What says the time? I checked my wall clock. Oh, God! I’m late. 8:30 am? And I was supposed to resume by 8 am. I rushed down from the bed packing the edge of my dress in my arms as I ran into the bathroom to freshen up.