Kellie

“So, do you have any plans this week. Other than CC?” I look at her thoughtfully. I don't have any plans. I never have. I don't even think I will go with CC wherever he wants to take me even though yes, he did at least confront me that day... that was kind and I'll have to make it up to him.

“No.” I reply, looking down at my chewed nails.
“Oh. So you don't like shopping, do you?” I look at her again and shrug. I've never gone shopping with a friend. Not the 'buying groceries last minute before your dad reaches home with god-knows-what in his system' shopping but the 'your friend thinks your going on a date' one. “I don't mind it. But I just don't go out that often.” I add a smile to make it sound something normal. What kind of person doesn't mind going shopping!? You stupid, stupid girl!

“I like snacks and grocery shopping, I guess.” I add further. I think I'm making this more awkward and it'll be worse if I keep my mouth shut.
“So how's your brother? Is he also in Ohio?” I ask to change the subject. She smiles and answers, “My bro's in WSU right now. God, you don't wanna meet him.” She winks and proceeds to scan the shelves. I can't help but think that if it wasn't her for her shifting all the way to Cincinnati then she'd be with someone other than a nobody like me. I tag along Kate as she literally strides on the white floor of the store, her sky-blue flared skirt swaying in the air. She hums the tune of some song that I don't know while playing with her strawberry blonde hair that falls just below her shoulders. The nonchalance just looks so cute on her. “O-M-G, this looks hot!” She suddenly squeals and hops over, picking out a warm orange bra off the shelf. I chuckle uncomfortably. It immediately reminds me of the party where Stacy practically ripped out my top, drunk on not. I remind myself to breathe and forget about it.

I thought we'd go do some window shopping, sip some coffee at Starbucks and go back. Heck, I thought it was supposed to be shopping for me?
This girl is straight out weird... or is it just normal and it's just me? Funny how unexpected this is but then here I am, feeling somewhat happy. When was the last time I felt this way? I don't remember. When was the last time I accoutered to look presentable for someone in this jeans and black shirt? Never.

“That looks... cute. Try it if you want?” I suggest as she grins excitedly.
“Yeah, of course. This baby will love my boobs but first I need to get my size.” I nod, smiling as she walks over to one of the customer assistant. I wait with another set of the hanger in my hand when she's going inside. I'm bored. I look around to find something to fascinate myself with besides lingerie.

Now, I'm truly horrified to find a certain flame red head along with her other 'friends'.
SHIT. SHIT. SHIT. My eyes dart between the exit and the group. Should I just make a run for it? But I wouldn't abandon Kate like that... This is like the very last time I saw dad.
It's like something dropped into the pit of my stomach.
“Oh fuck, look! It's the boob-girl!” The girls turn to me. Boob-girl?

Labelled.

My face feels hot. Sasha, whom I remember from the party speaks, her chest glittering under the white light.
“Aww, nice choice of color. It'll look fucking sexy on another poster!” It's pissing me off the way she's mocking me. The group chuckles, even Stacy does. Stacy!? Seriously? I clench my jaw hard, panicking. I just want to get away.
“What, mama didn't teach you to speak or are you just a dumb slut?” Her smoky eyes laser me. I look away ignoring them. They unrelentingly walk further.
“Is she also deaf?” One of the other girls asks. Sasha's heels step just beside my sneakers.

She tugs at my blacks shirt and my hand automatically darts to slap it away, my eyes wide, face feeling hot and swollen and heart hammering but instead it pushes her almost off balance without my consent. My heart skips a beat when she yelps simultaneously. I almost apologize but I just warn, “Leave me alone.” Why isn't Stacy doing anything?

I realize she only provided me with her room for money since she's never at home. Her smile was never a genuine one. She's just watching like nothing's happening and suddenly the girls are shoving me and I'm mid air, my foot not firmly in contact with the floor. And then I'm no more within the white lit store but back in the dim kitchen of my house, a large, angry and drunken figure looming over me. My eyes are wide. My heart beats are echoing in my ears deafeningly.
“BITCH!” He roars, loud and pissed. My head hits the wall by the force of his smack on the side of my face. I can taste salty tears in my mouth. My eyes are shut closed.

“No!” I let out a groan, not a cry begging to stop but the kind begging to just let go- I have had enough. Like every time.

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Notes

Hey guys!
I wrote a chapter of this kinda contain for the first time 0_0 I hope you liked it. And also well, I know it's like way, waaayyy late but Happy Valentines Day! Belated.

Anyways, my finals- the one which my whole future depends on, no joke (or at least the education part) are going to start from next month (which is like in 6 days. Lol.) and my preparation has been stressing me out so bad. If you know the feels. So I was drowning my frustration eating Oreos n writing this chapter... I really like the snack- hack where you poke the fork into the cream part and dip it into the milk. Mhhhmm.
Okay so I'm not sure when I will update next but I will surely try to do it asap.
Byee! ^^

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