✰𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝✰- 𝐃𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧

✰𝟏𝟑. 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬

✰𝐌𝐚𝐲

✰𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢'𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐯:✰

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬.

I had woken up multiple times during the night but I just closed my eyes back upon realizing that nobody else was awake, Dally being sound asleep. I stirred awake again and slowly looked up at Dally, he was awake. So was everyone else. Since he was awake I moved around a bit more than I would have if he was still trying to sleep. I glanced over at the clock and noticed that it was 9am, that was late to me. Mickey Mouse was playing on the tv and I could tell some type of food was being cooked in the kitchen.

"Good morning doll. Did something wake you up? I'll yell at them." Dally said after noticing that I was now awake. "I was being very quiet, not my fault." One of the guys said. I recognized him from the bar that one night. He was a clear Mickey Mouse fanatic and was already downing a beer at 9am. "No I just woke up on my own. I'm sorry for sleeping in so late." I told Dally. I wanted to get up and stretch out my arms and legs, I could already feel the joint pain, but I felt so comfortable on Dally. I could stay in the position forever.

"No you're fine. Breakfast will be done soon I think." Dally said, tightening his arm around me. "How long have you been awake then?" I asked him, looking up into his eyes that I seemed to love so much. "Just a couple hours man, not long." He said. I felt bad that he had been stuck like that for two hours. I knew that he hadn't moved, any movement like that would've woken me up in an instant. "You could've gotten up or woken me up. I'm sorry I didn't wake up sooner." I said. "Quit apologizing. You needed the sleep clearly. I ain't mad and I didn't feel like moving. I was pretty comfortable." Dally said which only eased my worries slightly.

Soda walked into the room a few seconds later. I kept my eyes open and my arms around Dally, watching the tv. "You can go use our bathroom Mari if you want to." Soda said. "I was just about to say that before you interrupted me Soda." Dally immediately said after. I was slowly realizing that Dally had a jealousy problem, and that he acted childish whenever he was jealous. I thought that maybe he only acted so dramatic because it was his friend, I hope that's the case. "You weren't saying anything thou-" Soda started to say before being pulled into the kitchen by the back of his shirt by another guy. A few whispers were exchanged behind the doorframe and Soda walked in the opposite direction after the conversation.

I stood up and stretched before going into the bathroom. I mostly wanted to see if my face looked any different from the times that I got hit yesterday. I looked in the mirror and thought that everything looked normal, but then I remembered that I had makeup on still. I hoped my face wouldn't be too bad from sleeping in it. I slept in my makeup often though, out of exhaustion, forgetfulness, and sometimes insecurity.

My face was constantly painted over with makeup, I treated it as my mask typically. Most people and even me myself have seemed to forget what I look like without it, I don't think I've been seen without at least mascara on since the 6th grade. The constant stress has caused me to have chronic mild acne. I can't get rid of it no matter how hard I try, and I won't go to the doctor, so I just stick to painting over it. If the makeup is causing it then it'll just have to stay there forever, I needed my safety blanket. I was thankful that I slept in my makeup so Dally wouldn't have to see me without it, surely he'd scream from the jump scare.

Even though I couldn't tell if there was any bruising, I could tell that my face wasn't swelled any. I was thankful for that. I stood in the mirror for a few more minutes, staring at my face and picking it apart. Nothing in the world could hide the texture, I hope Dally keeps a safe distance from my face.