Turn Away | c.h

Chapter 25 - Some Minds

I groaned in utter frustration, tiredly chucking the piece of clothing down in defeat. Why was it so hard to decide on one stupid outfit?

I wish I had a sister or maybe even a friend to help me chose out what to wear. I had no goddamn idea what looked good on me and what didn't, I was so close to losing it and just absolutely flopping it and wearing my usual attire. But tonight I couldn't. I needed to look somewhat decent for Calum.

I always remembered how he looked at me so intently when I wore a dress... Despite the fact it was covered in red wine. I leant back in my cupboard, pushing the clothes around in hopes to find a nice dress he'd appreciate, like the wine stained one he had adored for no apparent reason.

I glanced down at my stomach, my thoughts momentarily distracted by the marks that covered my skin. The familiar mark I had discovered many days ago, still covered my hip and my stomach. In fact, it looked larger than last time I saw it. I had a hard time figuring out how on earth it even got there. Surely, I would've noticed getting such a tremendous bruise that covered most of my side. But I couldn't recall the last time I hurt myself this bad.

I suddenly decided that I was to worry about it later- right now, I had to find a dress before I absolutely lost it.

That's when I saw a black loose fitting dress. I pulled it out, instantly slipping it over my unclothed body. I walked over to the mirror as I adjusted it. I looked in the mirror.

"Bloody hell, Stella." I muttered, rolling my eyes at myself and pulling my arms out as I realised I had put it on back the front. I twisted it the right way around, pulling my arms through as it now sat comfortably around my body. I stared at my figure, twisting and turning continually as I internally fought whether or not to wear this dress. I mean... It made my boobs look good at least. And it did show off my legs a little.

I decided to do my makeup instead of stare at myself and overthink. Situations always escalated when it came to me staring at myself for a long long time.

My makeup was messily scattered on the bathroom bench. I grabbed my foundation brush, pouring a drop of the liquid into my brush. I messily brushed it over my face, making sure to cover all my blemishes that had decided to arrive over night. But thankfully, I was blessed with clear skin so every small mark that would appear on my face, I really didn't seem to care that much. But when I have a date with the one person I actually liked in this world, it seemed to be the worst thing that ever happened to me.

"Fuck." I groaned, covering the mark with concealer. Thankfully it looked somewhat covered.

I pushed my hair back, grabbing my mascara. But a few new marks caught my eyes. I pushed the hair back from my neck, feeling my cheeks flush as I stared at the purple marks across my neck. I traced my finger down the bruise, my bottom lip slipping between my teeth. Shit. These were gonna be hell to cover when Dad and Katy came back. Thankfully, that meant I didn't need to cover them now- especially after the way Calum reacted when he saw I had covered them last time.

Opening the mascara, I quickly coated my lashes before closing the lid and putting away my few items of makeup. I'd never really been that big on makeup, anyway.

I walked back to my room, grabbing my docs and hurriedly slipping them on. I then grabbed my coat, slipping my money and phone in to my pocket. That's when the doorbell sounded from downstairs. I cursed to myself, grabbing my perfume and spraying some of the fruity smell on to my clothes. I clumsily chucked it down, nervously leaving my room and shutting the door.

"Jesus Christ, calm down." I mumbled to myself, shaking my head as I rushed down the stairs, stumbling before I reached the bottom. I pushed myself to open the door, smiling as I did so.