As I opened my wardrobe, I looked at the many vintage dresses I'd brought the year before. I selected the sophisticated strapless dress, it was dad's favorite, it had prints of millions of tiny white doves on the light weight material. I opened the second drawer to the right and selected a wide, tan colour belt, secured it around my small waist, and picked a small shoulder bag of the same colour.
I looked in the long mirror and twirled, for once I liked how my outfit had turned out.
My phone rang loudly and brightly lit up, I turned around to my bed behind me and pressed call,
"Hey, I rang to let you know I'm leaving my house now, be there in fifteen minutes?" Spoke Zayn's soft, deep, and cheerful voice.
"Can't wait, cyah" I quickly replied.
"Cyah" he responded, then the phone signed 'call ended.'
I grabbed my makeup bag, and did a rushed job of putting on dark eyeliner, black mascara, nude coloured lipstick, i noticed dark purple hickeys, up my neck and bruises between my legs, and was quick to try cover them with foundation, but I sighed in frustration when it didn't work, I hope Dave never comes back.
I then remembered the slowly healing cuts on my wrist, and walked over to my jewellery box springing it open, a childlike lullaby played, I examined the beautiful twirling ballerina as if it were competing against my reflection in the mirror.
I honestly didn't know what to do about the whole thing, I couldn't tell anyone, I knew he would stick by his words.
His voice echoed in my head loudly, "—or maybe I will kill you-" his voice was already impacting me like daggers.
I fought the urge to not cry, clenching my fist until my nails dug so hard into my palms it hurt, i slide down the stairs slowly, and made my way to the right, down the hall passing mothers room as I went, it reeked of strong perfume. I peered into the shoe closet and tried to decide what to wear, white vans? High black glossy stilettos? My eyes drifted towards the wedges, the colour of crystal cream sand, perfect! I smiled and slipped my foot into them, feeling a tad taller.
"Even easier to kiss him" someone spoke from behind me, I turned around and there stood Dave, he gave me a daring creepy wink, I stumbled he was quick to catch me, but it wasn't a friendly-I-don't-want-you-to-get-hurt gesture, is was one of those any-to-touch-you ones, I felt his hand slide to my ass and give it a tight squeeze. I immediately backed off and straightened up. My mother walked out of her room all dolled up, her arm automatically wrapped around Dave's. I heard a slight knock at the door, and relaxed. Zayn's here.