Mark pulled into a long driveway that was covered with willow trees, with its limbs fallen over the ground and gravel. The tires crunched the rocks underneath as they proceeded down the long strech of lane. They slowly crested to see Teresa's house, ivory white and covered in english ivy. Cara was amazed at the beauty of the vines, twisting and turning within the corners of the house, creeping onto the porch, twisting down the pillars. Cara saw her blue Land Rover in the driveway and rolled her eyes. Mark and Teresa are oposites; she comes from a family full of wealth and power while Mark only came from a middle-class family who still fought to keep money in their pockets. Teresa found Mark when she was working for the newspaper, striving to be a star on the televised news. Mark was the camera operator and cue director. The rest was history. Now, they decided to announce their engagement through a ravenous party, supported by her parents of course, to show to everyone that Mark was hers. The thought of Mark and Teresa together make Cara quiver in disgust.
The parked in front of the main stairs leading to the front porch. Not within two seconds of exiting the car, Teresa came out bellowing her where-have-you-been and I-almost-died-without-you grand entrace. Mark smiled and greeted her with a strong hug and kiss. Cara could see that Teresa was trying to shove her thick tongue down her brother's throat and seeing Mark cringe in shock and disgust. Cara smiled at the failed attempt of a pasionate kiss.
"Where have you been, pookie?" Teresa asked in her baby-like voice, "I thought you were suppose to be here an hour ago." Mark looked at Cara and gave her the wide stare. Teresa looked over at Cara and turned up her nose.
"Oh...well, at least you are here. That's all that matters. Well Caroline, I see that you haven't dressed for the occasion." Cara looked down at her outfit and looked back up "What's wrong with it?"
"Well this is a formal gathering and you are not within the dressing. I'll help you get dress; head up to my room." demanded Teresa and pointed toward the front shook her head ever so slightly and walked up toward the door. For some odd reason she felt more of a burden than a sister to Mark.
When she was little, she would cry if a butterfly seemed to fall onto her shoulder or her hair. Mark was always there to see that nothing went wrong with her and cared for every part of her that was suposebly hurt. Cara remembered when Mark was there to mend her broken arm when she fell from the neighborhood tree. Even then he showed a bit of concern for her. Now with Teresa in his life, his sense of protection over Cara dwindled. For 4 years now, she hasn't had a good converstaion with her brother, not able to hold up 5 minutes of actual talking...just silence. With that came the distance came. Now it seems that even when Cara's name is mentioned to Mark, he sighs and hangs his head.
Cara walked up the spiral staircase to Teresa's bedroom. Cara's nausea grew as she stared into a prime white and baby pink room. The walls were pink; the furntiture was pink; the carpet was even pink. Her bed sheets were startch white and nothing but silk and lace. Cara let out a hugh sigh and sat upon the pristine bed. What seemed to be over an hour, Teresa finally walked in and closed the door behind her.
"Why are you wearing that? You know that my parents are on their way here and they can't see that their son-in-law's sister is such a pig. Here, I'm going to find you something decent to wear and take those clothes off while I do. Even looking at them on you makes my head hurt."
Cara took off her dark-rimmed glasses and began to take off her white shirt and green tanktop. Her arms were sunken but held a strong muscle tone through out her forearms. Her breasts were plump and sat perfectly in her black bra. Her stomach was defined but discolored from bruises and scars on her hips. She took off her jeans, revealing her black panties, torn and ripped on one side. Her inner thighs were covered in small white lines, that populated close to her crotch, some of which were thick with scar tissue from how deep she would cut, trying to cut the pain away.
Teresa turned around and found Cara in her panties and bra. "My god, child. You need to work on those scars there. You can't wear skirts if you don't." Cara shrugged off her comments. Cara learned that with Teresa being the future sister-in-law, she learned quickly to ignore her suggestions. Teresa scanned her closet. "Here, I found something that may work." She pulled out a white summer dress with green flowers. Teresa held it up to Cara's petite body and smiled. "That should work. And let your hair down it will help with the cool breeze."
Cara scanned the dress and gently shook her head as Teresa closed the door to ler her dress. She put on the dress and let her hair cascade past her shoulders. The waves made it have volume so with her hands she tossed it up from the crown down to the root. The top was a little stretched out from Teresa's puberty sprout of large breasts. Cara made due and looked within the mirror and stared. The dress brought out the green within her eyes and the dress flared out at the bottom, reavealing her knees. Cara looked at the shoes laying in front of the vanity; white pumps with ankle straps. The one thing that Cara never got along with was high heels. She snaked her feet into the shoes, tighted the straps and looked back within the mirror. She felt uncomfortable that her arms were exposed, like she was naked in front of the mirror. She closed her eyes and exhausted a breath. She opened her eyes and her mouth dropped. She saw her self standing in the mirror with her arms wrapped around Freddy as he smiled and combed her hair with his blades. "All grown up," he said as he smelled her hair. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the aroma. Cara looked away immediately and shook her had violently. She looked back and saw her standing alone. She was breathing heavily and decided to head downstairs, hopefully Teresa and Mark would finally look at her and consider her a part of the family.