Rage

♠FIVE♠

I dressed in one of his shirts and suit pants, this one was black, i would have put on his shoes, but they didnt fit perfectly they were alot bigger than my feet. So i just put on one of Diors which fitted soo well. Walking back downstairs, i see Dior has cooked up pancakes and bacons, i honestly didn't feel safe eating, what if its poisoned? what if this is Sals big plan?

"Im not hungry" lying again, "hows that possible, you've not had anything to eat" she says. Im out of excuses. "Look i dont eat much" i say trying to convince her and she folded her arms not saying a word.

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"Everything looks amazing, but not expensive enough" i say to Dior, looking at the cloths on each mannequin. I wanted to spend everything he had.

"This looks nice" Dior says looking at a short black spaghetti hand dress with a slit.

I smiled when my eyes landed on the dress, it was really gorgeous, it looked like something you would wear for a death ball. I dont know why but this dress was making me smile like an idiot. "You should try it on?" Dior says, noticing my affection for the dress.

I nodded and grabbed the dress and headed to the dressing room, the only problem was how it was going to look on me, it was probably going to be a lot shorter on me, but oh well.

I pulled up the zipper, being an only child is learning how to zip up your cloths yourself, being independent and learning things yourself. I looked at myself in the mirror, the gown laid on my body, in some sort of perfect way, the slit was at the middle of my thigh while the dress was slightly above my knees.

It looked nice but not appropriate, my mother would literally beat me up, if she saw me in such, it wasnt screaming me. I guess i wasnt so inlove with you killer dress.

I take it off and put on my clothes or Sals cloth and walk out of the dressing room. "Why isn't the dress on?" She asks. "I changed my mind" i said dropping the dress back.

Sal said essential right? Cloths was my essential want i needed.

They were couple of jeans, top, sweaters, hoodies and so on, i practically picked all of it, a hoodie and a sweater wasnt necessary but i didnt care a bit not even a little.

Sports bra and excentral, just that minute i saw something that got my eyes again, dunks. Im not a shoe freak or know everything about shoe, im just into dunks and there really good for track, so i have heard.

I put it on and thank God it was my size, i didnt hesitate to add it to the cart, damn im going to be on vulgar with all these fits.

"Woah" Dior said staring towards a direction, i followed her gazing which landed on a baby pink dress. "That would look so good on you" she said, good on me? Atleast this one wasnt to revealing and it looked like something suitable for prom but pink wasnt my colour.

Im a bit picky when it comes to dresses, like gowns are for slaying and if there not doing that what's the point?

"Uhmm, i dont think so" i said, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear. "You haven't even tried it" she took the dress off the hanger, put it in my hands and pushed me into the closet.

I guess we're putting you on, prom dress. I put it on, and i was really surprised on how it looked on me, it was my perfect size and i started to like it a bit, i came out with the dress and Dior smiled "magnificent" she said, oh stop its just a dress.

I looked at myself in the bigger room, she wasnt wrong i looked magnificent, maybe pink wasnt such a bad colour after all.

Dior and the woman who owned the dress category were anxious if i was going to take the dress. "Yes, ill take it" i said and they clapped, obviously the woman just wanted to sell her business while Dior wanted me to be happy. Which God knows i wouldn't as far as i was living with Sal, there was no joy.