I wake the next morning to find everything peaceful and quiet. My father is still sleeping which I am thankful for. I try to avoid him at all costs since his temper is very thin. I don’t know why I stick around….well yes I do, I can’t leave or else I’d face hell. My father would send his friends to come find me and I don’t even want to think about what would happen to me afterwards.
I wish my mother was here still, and that my life didn’t go down the gutter. I’d give anything to have my dad back, my real caring dad who I loved so much. I wish things were different. I wish I wasn’t so helpless and I could stand up for myself. I wish I didn’t find trouble everywhere I go.
In short, I wish for a lot of things. But wishing doesn’t take them all away unfortunately. I think the thing I wish for the most was that I wasn’t so alone anymore. I can’t remember the last time I got together with another girl my age and had legitimate girly fun.
I was forced to grow up pretty quickly since my father didn’t step up to the plate after my mom’s passing. I guess that’s why I can’t really make any friends since I don’t know how to. All I can do is sit on the sidelines silent and weak while everyone else pushes me around.
I hate that about myself, how weak I am. I want to be strong and do the right thing but that’s easier said than done. Most times I feel like a worthless little girl who can’t stick up for herself. Sometimes I imagine how things would be if I wasn’t like that.
I imagine that I leave my father and travel around the world, exploring new places. I imagine that study astronomy and go to university. Or that I find a loving friend and we spend endless hours with each other goofing around.
Too bad that would never happen. Not for me.
Since the day had nothing to hold I decide to go for a quick walk and maybe window shop for a bit. I don’t have enough money saved to actually buy something but I can at least look around.
I dress myself in some simple black leggings and an oversized jumper with a teddy bear knitted on the front. Slipping on my boots and grabbing my phone, backpack and a Poptart for on the go breakfast I get out of the house at last.
But before I can get anywhere far my phone begins vibrating in my pocket. I fish it out to see that ‘Delicious Dress Decor’ is ringing. I recognize the name immediately as the the tiny dress shop not far from my house that had beautiful dresses to die for. Confused I answer them on the fourth ring.
“Good day ma’am, Delicious Dress Decor here. Is there a miss Marley Byrne available?” a peppy high pitched voice asks on the other end.
“That would me me” I reply.
“Great. Well miss Marley we have a dress sitting here for you to pick up here at the shop” the girl says.
“Um I didn’t buy any dress” I inform her, confused out of my mind.
“Oh a boy stopped by and paid for it. I think his name was Zack or something...He said to leave it for you, to specifically wear it at an upcoming ball or something…”
“That Masquerade…” I half whispered to myself forgetting I was on the phone for a second.
“Yep that’s it! I was just calling to tell you it’s ready for pick up” she says.
“Uh, okay I’ll be there shortly thanks”
“No problem, see you soon”
“Yeah bye” I hang up, my mind is swirling out of control in all sorts of different directions. How did Zayn know about my invitation to that Masquerade thing? I kept the letter hidden in my room so my dad wouldn’t find it. So how did he know about it out of all people?
I quicken my pace as I walk down the sidewalk, passing by more people than usual. I get the urge to call Zayn and asking him how the hell he knows about my invitation but I decided against it and figure I’d just get this dress situation off my plate.
When I arrive at the shop the same girl who seemed no older than seventeen or so. She directed my over to the dress and my jaw dropped in awe. It was gorgeous and I was surprised a guy like Zayn could pick out an amazing dress like this one.
It was a deep burgundy color and ended at the mid-thigh. The dress was strapless and hugged to match the figure of the persons body wearing it. The top was decorated with tiny glittering pink sequins and the bottom half flared out into a puffy mess of pure beauty. I stared at the piece of clothing for what seemed like hours. Only the sound of the girl clearing her throat snapped me out of my daze.
“It’s gorgeous isn’t it?” she asks drooling over the dress held in her hands.
“It is” I agree shifting my body back and forth out of habit.
“I’d kill for a boyfriend like yours, he’s a real keeper” she says nudging my side knowingly. I cringe back threading my brown hair through my fingers.
“Oh we aren't together…” I awkwardly explain probably looking pathetic.
“Oh...well that’s a bummer. Anyway he already paid so you can take your dress now if you want. Thanks for shopping at Delicious Dress Decor” she says handing the dress to me and waving before returning to the front desk.
I begin to fold the dress carefully when I notice a tiny note attached to it. Tearing it off I begin to read it.
Surprise! Hope you enjoy your little gift. I thought it would look ravishing on you at the Masquerade. If you get a chance be sure to call me later babe.
I tuck the note into my pocket and leave the shop, eager to get back home.