Chapter 29 - Death Traps

“Let me try them on then.” I said, pulling off my green converse trainers, and socks. If my trainers hadn’t had the white on them, they would have blended in with the carpet!!!

“Okay, you’ll need to practise walking in them.” She smiled, handing them to me. They were a lot lighter than I expected, and a lot easier to get on too.

They fitted perfectly, and I stood up in them with no problem.

“Now walk up and down in them.” Emily instructed me and laughed when my face fell.

“I’m here if you fall, don’t worry.” She said, but that didn’t convince me.

“Okay…” I said slowly, and unsurely.


I managed a few slow steps to the door and found some confidence so I walked down the corridor at a normal pace without any difficulties.

“I’d wear them around the house a bit so you get used to them if I were you.” Emily suggested.

“Good idea Em, and thanks for everything.” I said with gratitude and sincerity.

“Oh, and by the way, the church is available so you can have a proper traditional marriage.” She added, and I was beaming like a Cheshire cat.

I went downstairs and bounded up to Joe.


“Hey gorgeous; love the shoes.” He commented, and wound his arm around my waist.

“They’re hard to walk in.” I admitted.

“Well you pull it off well.” Joanna smiled.

“Hey – you’re still smaller than Joe, even with those one!” Matt laughed, and I blushed.


“Good idea.” I said after a while, and Joe was the only one that didn’t look puzzled.

“We need to design and write invitations.” He explained to Matt, Joanna and Amy.

“Well we should get going then – we’ll see you at the wedding.” Amy said.

“I’ll be the one in white.” I said, and we all laughed.

“You can send the invitation through the post.” Joanna commented.

“Okay; thanks ever so much for coming.” Jordan said.

“And it was nice to meet you, Beth.” Amy said.

“Well it was nice to meet all three of you.” I replied, hugging her and then Joanna.


They left then, and we went to sit at the table to design the invitations.

We designed five each, and went with my best design, which was two bells with a ribbon bordering around it and horse shoes in all four corners; the background was cream, and the decorations were silver.

The guest list was made up of: My Mum, Dad, Aunt Sylvia, Uncle Dominic, Maria (my cousin), Uncle Christophe (Austrian), Aunt Vera (also Austrian), Grandma Nancy and Grandad Archie, then my other Grandad, then my five English cousins (Christine, Shontelle, Victoria, Elizabeth, and Olivia), all the veggie friends of Joe’s, and then seeing as I’m very kind, I decided to invite Sophie on my Dad’s invite.


I was in charge of making them, and Joe was in charge of writing them. He was going to write them in silver, and put the names on in a black biro. The layout was:


You are invited to Joseph Anthony McIvor and Bethany Jessica Carter’s wedding on the 7th of August this year (2010).

Please reply as soon as is humanly possible.

Many thanks,

Joe and Beth


We thought it was quite clever (and Joe thought it was funny when we’d put ‘humanly’), and we showed Sally and Dougie them, before sealing the envelopes and sticking stamps on them.

“Wonderful!” Sally exclaimed.

“Very artistic” Dougie agreed.

“Would you believe me if I told you that the design only took two minutes? The message inside took longer to decide on!” I laughed and Joe nodded as if to say ‘honestly, she’s telling the truth’.

We chilled out for the rest of the day and eventually it was time to go home.


When I got in, Amanda was there, and I ignored them; I went straight upstairs, pinching my nose, and slumped onto my bed.

“I swear your Mum does it on purpose!” Joe grumbled.

“She knows I don’t like Amanda. That’s why she’s here; because I was out.” I explained.

“Oh.” Was his genius answer.

“Yeah, well; Mum heard me come in so she’s thinking about asking Amanda to leave.” I said.

“Good thing too.” Joe nodded, brightening up a little.


I decided to change the subject.

“Have you noticed how, recently, my eyes have gone a black colour?” I asked him.

“Yeah; I wonder what could have caused that.” He wondered.

“Feeding every night?” I suggested.

“Hmmm… Maybe...” He said.

“I’ll wear contacts for the wedding – or I could just not feed every night so they might go back to normal.” I said.

“And risk hurting your Mum?” He asked, doubtfully.

“I know what I’m doing – I think. Anyway I have you to protect her.” I said, snuggling up to him.

“Well, we could always try one night, and then see how that goes first…?” He murmured to himself.

“Good idea – better safe than sorry!” I smiled, and closed my eyes.

“Are you asleep?” He asked me, with a hint of doubt in his voice.

“No, just enjoying the moment.” I sighed, and opened my eyes to look at his full face.

That’s when I heard the footsteps on the stairs, and knew that I didn’t want Joe to hide.

“Please stay. She’s going to find out one day – hey, that rhymed. We can explain that we’re not up to anything. Besides, she’s only coming up because Amanda just left and she wanted to thank me for the wedding invitation. It probably won’t even surprise her.” I whispered, too quiet for her to possibly hear me.

‘If you’re sure…?’ Joe thought, very sceptically.

‘Very sure’ I thought back, and he smiled.

‘Maybe we should sit separately to ease her shock. I’ll sit on your computer chair, and you can sit on the bed.’ Joe thought, and I reluctantly agreed.

The End

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