Sang's Freedom - The Song Of Ghosts

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Chapter 5

Sang Sorenson's POV-

   Gabriel closed me off in a dressing room and for the last hour I had become his model. "Skirt with the boots!" he called, sliding a pair of shoes under the door.

   Skirt. I might have laughed if the situation had not been so serious.

   Those boys wanted to see me in a skirt.

   I knew how Mother felt about skirts.

   Heck, I caused enough trouble in cargo pants and sweatshirts.

   I swallowed hard taking the pencil skirt in hand. The fabric was deep blue in color.

   I looked at my reflection, standing there in cotton panties, barefoot. My flowered blouse was unbuttoned and my hair full of static from yanking shirts on and off.

   The shirts didn't bother me. Those were button downs, blouses maybe a camisole or two.

   I looked down again at the skirt.

   Mother would strike me for this. Not in the face though, I assured myself.

   I touched the scar on my stomach, feeling the way the skin rose up slightly.

   This was only day 3 of at least 365. She couldn’t risk hurting me too badly.

   Plus…after a lifetime of cargo pants, baggy jeans, and frumpiness... I had to at least know what I would look like in a skirt...

   ...It was beautiful....

   I was beautiful.

   "This shirt!" A sweet frilly white shirt came flying over the top of the door followed by a blue jacket. "With that."

   I waited another moment before opening the door.

   Gabriel had his head buried in a pile of clothing, so it was Victor who saw me first. His amber eyes rose to a raw glow as he found my face.

   It was then Gabriel resurfaced with four more skirts across his arm. He turned. Froze. His mouth, which had spewed criticism for the past hour, slowly closed.

   Silence.

   A really long, awkward silence until Gabriel found his voice.

   "Messenger bag," he whispered. "Like Kota's. A silver messenger bag. It'll match everything, and then she's perfect."

   I giggled. It slipped and both of their faces lit up when I couldn't catch the sound. "This has been fun, but I can't buy this." I laughed.

   Confusion flooded their eyes.

   "My mother would never let me leave the house in this, plus..." I snagged a tag. "The jacket alone is out of my price range."

   "But, do you like it?" asked Victor.

   Gabriel didn't let me answer. "You look fucking gorgeous, Trouble. We are getting all of these." He began scooping up the mountain of clothes, passing them along to a check-out girl.