True Love Don't Find Me

Chapter 6

I set my alarm clock for an hour earlier this morning considering I would actually be dressing nice today. I know it was my choice to dress in baggy clothes, but I have to say, I really missed my clothes from before. Before he went to jail and I had enough attention on me as it is.

 My friend used to call me a fashionista because I would never wear the same outfit twice, I would always mix them up. This was one of the only other friends I had from my childhood, she was the best person in the world, but she ended up moving, and during the trial and everything, I guess we just lost touch.

Sometimes I miss my younger life, I know I didn’t have much of a childhood, considering it was screwed over by Sam, but I was much more innocent and I didn’t have many worries like how I looked and if I was the correct weight. None of the people from school knew it, but I actually have a good body, it was just hidden under the garbage bags I usually wear. I got this body from 2 years of kickboxing classes, I swore to myself I’d never let a guy take advantage of me again, so I took self-defense classes.

Thursday Morning

I looked myself over in the mirror. I almost didn’t recognize myself, seeing my old self back made me tear up and I looked away quickly before I started to cry. Wouldn’t want to smudge my makeup now would I? I had put a little eye shadow, eyeliner, mascara, and lip gloss on; and I straightened my dark brown hair so it was down to my waist.

I had gotten rid of almost all of my pretty clothes and was left with a closet full of sweats and sweat-shirts. I couldn’t get rid of all my clothes though, so digging through the back of my closet I found the epiphany on beautiful. It was a skin tight dress with tribal pattern on it. I looked at it hoping I would fit it. My mom had gotten it for me about a year ago trying to get me to dress normal again.

I slid it on, it was a little tight but of course it was made to be tight. The only thing I was nervous about was my chest area; I just hoped my boobs didn’t pop out during school. I paired it with a light brown cropped leather jacket and a shark tooth necklace. Putting on my strappy sandals, I straightened and glimpsed again at the girl in the mirror. I had looked different with just makeup on and my hair done, but now…..wow I’ve got to say it felt so good to feel like myself again.

I grabbed my bag and walked down the stairs to the kitchen. My mom and dad were sitting there having breakfast. I cleared my throat and watched as both of their expressions changed. Both of their eyes lit up, but my dad glance at the length of the dress and frowned. I chuckled, “Don’t worry daddy the dress isn’t that short.”

“Sure honey, it’s just you’re still my little girl, and I don’t want that to change.”

My mom spoke up, “Honey calm down this is a step in a good direction, and she should be able to express herself through her clothing. I know that’s what she loves to do, our little fashion stylist.” She winked at me grinning.

“Thanks mom, it feels great to be in my good clothes.” I couldn’t help but widen my smile.

My dad stood up when he heard the doorbell ring. He came back with a, I must say, VERY good looking Zane. He was in a tight white shirt with black pants, and they showed off one of his best assets.

I saw him look at me and his eyes widened. I grinned knowing that this meant I could have an “affect” on poor Zane. My dad coughed noticing Zane shamelessly checking me out. Zane hurriedly looked down speaking, “Are you ready to go Katy?”

Well I guess I have a ride this morning? Well I didn’t mind my shoes were cute, but not exactly “walking to school” material. “Sure let’s go.”

Looking at Zane I knew he was just waiting to make a perverted comment. Once we reached his truck and I got in, he smirked at me. “Wow who knew you even had boobs under those baggy clothes of yours, but wow let me guess you’re a size D aren’t you?”