I eyed my reflection for a while turning and eyeing the back.
Nope.
Pulling the dress off, I tossed it aside in annoyance.
Stupid dress! Stupid body!
Sighing I tried on the (what feels like) hundredth dress.
Tossing that one aside, I eyed the last one. I guess you'll have to do.
Throwing it to my bed, I listened to my dad raising his voice and shouting about something.
Going out my room quietly, I shut the door behind me and watched Benji wall upstairs with his eyes red and dads hand print red and pressed into his throat.
I took his arm carefully and pulled him toward me, running my finger over it sighing "Let me get you some ice. Go to your room, lock the door. Want food?" I asked him quietly.
He looked angry and I know because I used to be angry too. Now I'm just sick and tired
