South Coast ((Isaac Waddington Fanfic))

Chapter Four

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I climb out of the shower and cover myself in a towel and my feet wad across the bathroom into my room.

My eyes scan the dress on the bed and I don't know what to say, or what to do. It's pretty and all but it looks like a full on prom dress. Not a dinner dress...

I walk over to my mums room with the dress in my arms and I place it on her bed. I can't wear it. It's not me...

"Why are you putting it there? They'll be here soon..." Mum says as she comes up behind me, making me jump.

"I... I like it but- but i don't think it's suitable for this..." I murmur.

"Why not?" She asks innocently.

"Well, I don't want to... erm," I search for a reason, "I don't want him to think I'm... I'm really desperate."

I mentally punch myself.

"Oh! Okay, well let's find you something else then. What do you think, hun?" She smiles calmly and I stare in confusion.

She hands me a knee length white tutu skirt and a black long sleeved top. I take them out of her hands and my eyes widen slightly.

I can't say no again, fuck.

I nod simply and force a smile before carrying them back into my room.

As soon as I pull the skirt on, I feel like a ballerina but I try to ignore it. The black top is plain and sort of makes me look less like someone on their way to a prom but I still feel weird. I slip on my white dirty converse and look in the mirror.

I put my hair in a low bun and fold the loose strands behind my ear otherwise they will keep getting in my eyes and mouth and mum's told me off enough times for that.

I don't know how to act around my mother... She makes me feel young and petty and every time I want to tell her to stop she acts all innocent which makes me feel like the bad guy, like, I can't be cruel. I guess my confidence actually decreased when she starting doing that because if I thought that if I couldn't tell my own mum things, how could I tell other people things. And that's when I started getting nervous of people. Then that progressed and eventually I couldn't even go out in public because it made me on edge and depressed me that much!