Parker

Chapter 10: Becca

Author's note:  Hey guys,  

This chapter is a bit different in that it's the first one from Becca's perspective.  Really hope you guys like this one, I really enjoyed writing it.  I will apologize in advance that it's a bit short.  Next weeks will be very long though, if that's any consolation.

Anyway, this story has gotten to 900 reads which is insane!!  Not really sure if I should do something if it hits 1k?  Maybe publish 2 in one week?

Hope you guys like this chapter and please don't forget to vote!

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Becca stood in front of her tiny excuse for a closet wearing a worn terry cloth robe and a hard set frown on her thin lips. The rusted mirror doors had fallen off years ago, and they stood open: a constant mocking reminder of how limited her crappy selection of clothing actually was.

She shivered slightly and glanced at the thin sheet covering a gaping hole in the left-hand corner of the trailer she shared with her mother. It had been there for the past few years, and although she had never asked, she was pretty sure she had one of her mother's many ex-boyfriends to thank.

She straightened her shoulders and shifted her attention back to her task at hand.

This was going to be the most important night of her life, she reminded herself. She was going to look her best. She went through her few articles of clothing once again, searching for her good dress. The only good dress she owned. The short deep purple one that she had bought for her Senior Prom and wore for every special occasion ever since.

It wasn't there.

She had already checked the laundromat, thinking perhaps her mother had taken it to get cleaned. But it hadn't been there either.

Becca racked her brain, trying to think of the last time she had worn it. It must have been that Sorority Date Party-but that had been nearly a year ago. And she remembered placing it back in her closet afterward. Becca generally took care of her nice things-the few that she actually had.

"Mom?" she called, walking down the thin hallway of their mobile home, "Have you seen-"

She stopped dead the at her mother's bedroom door. It was wide open, a disheveled mess as usual. Her mother stood in front of her mirror, putting on a pair of large hoop earrings wearing the dress. Her dress.

She stood there gaping, until her mother turned in her direction and offered her a small smile, "What's up sweetie?" she asked.

The dress looked better on her mom. Then again, everything looked better on her mom. The sleek fabric hugged every curve of her toned thin body and showed off her long slender legs. She looked like a cross between a model and a porn star.

Some of Becca's earliest embarrassing moments involved her mother's stupid ridiculous hotness. Like when she was in elementary school and the boys on her soccer team stopped mid-game to stare at her mom cheering on the bleachers. Or when she was in middle school and her friends asked if her mom could accompany them to the mall and help them pick out outfits. Or when Heath stared at her mom a bit too long when he came over for dinner and she wore low-cut tops.

Becca took a breath, trying to calm herself. "Mom," she said, "That's my dress." Her mother looked down at herself as if she forgot she was wearing it.

"Oh, sorry Bec," she said earnestly, "I didn't think you'd care."

Becca nodded. To be fair, she normally wouldn't have. But it was that dress. And it was for that night. "Yeah I just...was gonna wear it for dinner tonight," she said, "So..."