Bringing Us Closer

Chapter 4 ;; The Wake

That is the dress she is wearing ->

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        "Rowen, sweetheart. Are you sure you want to go?" My mother asked for the fourth time after waking me up. She sat on my bed and stared at me as I stood at the open doors of my wardrobe, staring at the gown that she had bought me. Running my hand along the silky material, slowly going up to where the material flourished into beautiful lace that covered my skin and would go down to my wrists as sleeves. Yeah you could still see my skin, but at least I wouldn't feel like I was putting myself out there like a slut.

        "Mom, stop. I want to go. I need to go. If I dont.... I don't know. I will feel just wrong, my gut is telling me to go. Like thta even though i'm going there for the worst reason possible, something big is going to happen. Okay. Not like majorly big that everyone will know, just something that will impact me, you know? I know it sounds really confusing, but I feel obligated to go-" I held up my hand to cut off her protests of saying it wasn't my fault and sighed. "I just need to go, I just need closure. I don't know why. But I do, and if I have to go with out you and dad I will." I finished spitting all of it out in one breath, which honestly wasn't that long. It still counted!

        A proud smile settled on my moms face and she stood up walking over to me with teary eyes, "my baby girl is growing up!" she cooed before pinching my cheeks between her thumb and index finger. Scowling I swatted her hands away making her laugh. "I'll let you get dressed, then I'll help you with your hair." leaning forward she placed a soft kiss on my head, pinching my cheeks one last time before skipping out of my room laughing.

        Rolling my eyes at her childish behavior I walked over to close the door, but before I could Bruce bolted into the room and up onto my bed. I shook my head and him with a forced smile. Bruce could see through it, I know he could. That's what made me feel even worse, Bruce was the only one who could tell when I was truely upset. Maybe it was animal instinct, maybe not. I needed the comfort he offered me.

        Walking back over to the closet I slid the dress off of it hangers, wincing at the pains that shot through my side from the sudden stretching. Stumbling, I caught myself on the door. Keeping myself from falling, barely as I had almost tore the door off it's hinges. Tears pricked at my eyes, I forced them back keeping them at bay. Closing my eyes I took a deep breath calming myself and my nerves.

        Slipping on the dress after undoing the zipper on the side, I zipped it back up. Walking over to the wardrobe to find a pair of flats that would look nice with this dress. Tucking a strand of my brown hair behind my ear I reached into the wardrobe, my hand latching onto a pair of all black flats that were covered in glitter and sparkled at every angle.

        There was two reasons I wasn't wearing heels. One, being I was not very coordinated in them and was more prone to get hurt. Two, it wasn't a smart idea since I was still getting over my injuries.

        Biting down on my lip I walked over to my full length mirror that was hung up against my wall. The dress was barely longer than my finger tips, but it just didn't look slutty. It looked nice on me. The black fabric hugged my showing off every curve on my body. It didn't cover that wrap that was around my leg covering the scar that still had stitches as it refused to heal properly. The dress didn't hide the bruises scattered on my legs, nor the scars that were beginning to form. Something I was going to probably be cursed with the rest of her life.

        'God, i'll look horrible wearing bikini's now.' At least the top portion covered enough that you couldn't see bruises, I mean you could. Since the part that covered my bruised arms was lace. My face had healed for the most part. My lip was still swollen from when I had busted it open, but it's managed to heal most of the way.