Little Black Dress

Chapter 7

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             Why do people always judge someone? When they didn’t even know who you are. It felt like you’ve been rejected easily by the people. An outcast, black sheep and the sore loser. Being rejected by your surrounding was easy to ease the pain. But being accuse of something is way worst.  It was beyond.

               How could someone say that? Accusing something wrong and being spiteful. Mason’s words cut like a knife. I felt like I was being stabbed over and over again. My knees felt like Jell-O, my hands trembling swaying to the beat of my heart.

I can take his words and stay as what he calls-Slut. But when he brought my mother, all I could see was red.

My mother. How could he accuse her? He doesn’t know her. She’s an angel; I always look up on her. I would trade for anything just to bring her back in this world, but I just can’t.

 I just can’t breathe

 Like, I was being smothered by his wrong and downright mean accusations.

I threw my mask off somewhere.

My tear-stained cheeks, smudged make-up and puffy eyes don’t matter anymore, as long as I was far away from him. And the dress that would make everyone pretty, suddenly seems dull and out of place.

Everything was a blur. One minute I was running away from him and next thing I know, I was outside welcoming the cold night breeze of New York. A tiny drop of rain pierced my skin and soon, the sky open up and let the rain falls aimlessly. I guess God knows how I feel.

I wasted no time running away in the open road. The rain washed away my tears and soaked it with my soul. I was tried. I ignore the protesting guards and valet out of my way.

I can’t breathe.

I look back at the hotel while catching my breath and controlling the rapid beat of my heart and when I look forward, blazing horns and blinding lights catch me off guard.

This is the end. I am going to die.

Suddenly, an arm pulled me back and we stumbled on the hard cement. I land on the body of my savior. I just don’t know what to do? Why can’t he just let me die?

We lay there; both of our bodies were being soaked by the rain. Ignoring the aching muscles and shaking body. I don’t know what to say so I just cry in his arms.

“Sshhhh...” he said while hugging my body more closely to his and rubbing small circles on my arm.

“I…I am sorry” ” I sobbed on his chest. When there are no more tears I could produce, I put a hand on his chest so we both could stand up.