Cindi POV
"Wait, he asked you for your notes and you threw the notebook at him?" Veronica asked in shock and I nodded my head. "But you know, in this case, he wasn't the dick. It was Phoebe for tripping you so you shouldn't be mad at him." She explained to me and I threw my magazine down."God, you're right. I feel horrible I told her. "I know, I'm always right." We had gotten back from the mall and Veronica bought a shitload of clothes, as expected. She skimmed through her bag and pulled out a long sleeve crop top that had the word 'Real,' all over it. "Here,'' She threw the top at me and it landed on me covering my face.
"You can wear this to impress Joshua." I quickly got up and shook my head. "No, no, no,'' I started off. "I've seen this happen in movies and I'm not wearing that! Everyone will think I'm a slut or a whore."
"But you're not, Cindi!" She told me, "You can't let people's opinions matter to you.''
''But-''
"Can you please wear it for me?" She did puppy dog eyes and I tried to look away, but her eyes began getting teary and I gave in. "Okay, fine!" I grabbed the outfit shoved it into my backpack. "Happy?" I asked and she nodded clapping her has while screaming. "Your going to make Phoebe so jealous, she's going to wish she was you."
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I rolled my eyes and picked up my phone, seeing it was 6:10. ''Oh, shit! I better get home before it's 6:30." I collected my things together and sprung up. ''Bye.'' I quickly told her rushing downstairs. I opened the door and ran all the home and opened the door, seeing my drunk dad passed out on the couch with the TV still on.
I creaked up the steps until I heard a deep voice, "Where have you been, Cindi?" He asked, not turning around. "Have you been with some boys?''
"N-no, dad. I was with Veronica."
"You know, Veronica is a slut. Word on the street she slept with four guys in one day,''
"That's not true! Veronica doesn't even have a boyfriend at the moment.'' He slowly stood up and walked towards me. "Cindi, I love your hair,'' He told me, leaning in and smelling it.
I gulped in nervousness and he continued smelling my hair until I spoke up, "Will you stop that? You're making me uncomfortable." He stopped. "Sorry," He let go of my hair and sat back down on the couch. I ran upstairs and slammed my room door and locked it, sliding down the back of it. I was used to my "Dad'' touching me inappropriately and smelling my hair. My father is a pervert and I caught him in my room smelling my underwear and bras'.
I crawled over to my dresser and pulled out scissors and went towards the bathroom. "Since you like smelling and touching my hair, I'm cutting it. You dumb bastard!" I yell and began cutting my hair and crying. I cut, cut, and cut until my hair was shoulder-length. "Look, what you made me do! All because you couldn't keep your fucking hands to yourself!" I screamed.
I walked out of the bathroom and laid on my bed crying and was about to fall asleep until I heard a banging noise. "Didi, it's me," Didi is my nickname, which I told him to never call me. "Go away!" I shouted and cried in my pillow.
"Didi-''
"How many times have I fucking told you to never call me Didi?!"
"Don't ever raise your voice at me!" He screamed back. I ignored him and I thought he went away, but the door opened. "Didi, what have you done with your hair?" He asked, touching it. "Don't touch me! Look what you made me do! I cut my hair because of you always touching it."
"Didi, I'm disappointed.''
"I don't care! Get the hell out of my room, bastard." He stood up and slammed the door, causing a few of my old 'Fifth Harmony' posters to fall. I reached for them and ripped them in half and threw them into the garbage. I knelt down and prayed, "Mom, why did you leave? Why couldn't you have taken me with you? We could've been up in heaven happy and free and nothing to be worried about. We would sing and flap our angel wings freely and rejoice with happiness and not worry about dad. I really wish you were here,"
