Every Lie Bleeds

Chapter 6

Groaning was becoming a bad habit for me. I got up out of bed and walked towards my dresser where I, oh so graciously, began throwing clothes on the floor.

"What are your looking for?" Asked Kim, still standing in my door way.

"A party dress. I need to get out of this house." I turned to look at her. "You said you wanted to go to that new club right? Well let's go."

"Do you even know what time it is?" I didn't have to turn around to see her raise her eyebrow. "It's almost 11:00. There is no way in holy hell your parents are going to let you go to a club this late. Especially after," she waved her arms in the air, "all this."

I opened another drawer and kept rummaging. "I couldn't give a rats ass!" I turned around. "Please Kim! I just, I really need to get out of this house."

Kim sighed and shook her head. "Fine, but your letting me pick out your outfit." She jerked her chin in the direction of my hands. I didn't even realize I was holding a piece of clothing.

I held it up to get a better look. It was a nasty pink shirt that looked like it was from my fourth grade year. I unwrinkled it and held it up to my neck.

"I don't know Kim. This is pretty hot. I mean, just look at how it would show off my mid-drift. Talk about sexy!" She rolled her eyes and laughed. I balled up the shirt and threw it at her.

" My car is still here. I'll drive you to my house. We'd better get going if we're going to get you showered and dressed."

"Why can't I just shower-" she cut me off.

"You'll wake you parents dipshit." She whispered.

"Dipshit?"

"Yeah. We'll I needed to step up my creativity level." She smiled.

"Let's just go before you get any more creative."

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It had to of been around 11:30 when we got to Kim's house. It didn't take long for me to shower and get dressed in the outfit Kim chose for me.

A tight midnight blue dress covered in sequins.

"This is really tight." I said in a voice I could barely get out.

"Yeah, but look at how it grabs you body." She mimicked grabbing motioned. It was an image I could have lived without.

"And now for shoes!" She walked over to her closet and pulled out what looked to be 6 inch matte black pumps.

"Haha. No. Thanks not happening." I pointed at her hands.

"Come on Issy. They tie the outfit together." She held the shoes up. "And you're not leaving without putting them on."

I sighed and put them on. "I look like a hooker."

"You look like a sex goddess! Now get over here so I can do you makeup!"

"No. No makeup. Thats not happening."

"Honey, that's exactly what you said about the shoes." She motioned for me to come over. Realizing I had no other option. I sat down and let her destroy any pride I had left.

About ten minutes later, she held up a mirror. "So... What do you think?"

I inspected myself in the mirror. It didn't look all that bad.

Except for the glittery blue eyeliner.

I looked up at her and have her a face. One that said 'Are you fucking kidding me'.