the captured red hibiscus flower (editing)

preparation

        luckily the room was vacant. I snuck inside and snatched the makeup case from the dresser I then checked to see if the coast was clear. This time it wasn’t, Larry was walking right towards his bedroom. I gulped and quickly hid underneath the bed despite how sore my lags were. And I did so in the nick of time too. With the makeup case still in my hands. My heart was racing a mile a minute. I tried to calm my breathing down so that he wouldn’t hear me, but I failed and only got more worked up about it.

My breathing increased a little bit more but I don’t think Larry noticed because he just walked into his on suite restroom. I sighed a breath of relief, and I managed to quietly, darted out of the room down the hall and back into my room, without being caught. I checked to see what time it was, 7:12pm the clock read. I nodded ok I have till midnight to make everything seem normal to both Larry and James. Without leaving any suspicion, for them to worry about. I looked around my room to try and find a cute outfit to wear. I walked to my closet ignoring any pain I was feeling. I looked at the hangers of clothes hanging in my closet. I thought about wearing a pretty skirt but remembered the bruises all over my legs. I sighed as I picked out a nice pair of skinny jeans.

And a cute casual flowing top. I added my scarf to my outfit and glanced over at the mirror, my arms were still exposed and the bruising was quite visible. I opened the makeup case and found two bottles of concealer I took both bottles out and set them on the floor for my face later. I scurried around my room looking for something to cover up my arms, I couldn’t find anything in my room, I thought for a moment then I remembered that I left my cute jean jacket in Zack’s room the first day I got here.

I opened my door and scrambled in and out of Zack’s room, it was right beside my room so I knew I could get my jacket and not get caught. Once back in my room then I put the jacket on; the sleeves reached down to my wrists just enough to cover the red irritated skin from the cold handcuffs. I looked in the mirror and nodded in approval at my outfit.

I glanced up at one of the three clocks in my room. And I thought Larry must be obsessed with clocks or something. The time read 7:58pm. I sighed and decided to start working on making my face presentable for James and so I won’t scare off every living creature that sees me. I leaned the mirror up against the wall. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I shook my head sadly, wondering how a little makeup could hide this hideousness. My nose had stopped bleeding; thankfully, so I grabbed a piece of cloth and I wetted it with some of the stale water left in my room.

I took the cloth and I began to wipe away the dried up blood on my lips, after I washed off all of the blood off my face I began to apply the makeup. I first got out the concealer and I put mounds on each bruise then a gently rubbed it in, it hurt just to touch the bruise even the slightest but I had really no choice unless of course I wanted to draw attention to myself and cause alarm. I ignored the pain, and finished blending in the concealer.

I then took the foundation and applied it. I looked over my face in the mirror and it was getting better, well it was easier on the eyes but you could still see a little bit of the bruising underneath.  I applied more concealer and another layer of foundation. When I looked in the mirror again I couldn’t see any bruising. I look at myself in the mirror again to double check that I covered everywhere. I thought I was all good. Then I remembered to check under my dark straight side bangs, I realized that I forgot to apply concealer and foundation to my bruised eye lid.

I sighed now being finished hiding my bruises. I decided I needed to dress myself up a little more since I was going on a date. I took out some black mascara, light purple eye shadow, Smokey eyeliner, and lipstick a light shade of pink. I applied the makeup, but I made it look more natural but still noticeable. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, at first I looked so very different, I looked happy and I looked like I was in the perfect family. Which is what I wanted people to think, so I would say I did a good job with my makeup and outfit choice.