I Would Never Do That To You

1: My Dad Chose This Dress?

Hope's POV-

"Your Father chose that dress," echoed in my ears.

My eyes darted across the room and then settled on Lizzie. Josie had just stormed off after what seemed like a heated argument. An argument that was about me. Lizzie looked down at her feet and cracked her knuckles. I knew she was trying to hide her emotions because I knew her. Josie must have said something really bad to her.

I snapped out of my daze merely seconds later and turned to Roman.

"M-my F-father?" I stammered blinking back tears.

He looked at me with a sad expression. We may have been broken up, but seeing me in pain still hurt him. He was about to try say something comforting, but he was cut off by the head judge. She was announcing the winner. I could feel everyone around me collectively hold their breath waiting to hear who had won. I heard them all breath in, but I missed them all breathing out and applauding. Everything disappeared when the judge said my name. I felt Roman back away and I was all alone. Suddenly realization struck me. My Father chose the dress. Caroline's dress. The dress Lizzie gave me. The dress that was altered to fit me. The dress I was wearing.

I felt something wet drip down my cheeks and my vision blurred. I started shivering and bit down on my lip. It became harder and harder to breathe every passing second. I was scared that I would forget how to. I was all alone. I could hear some sort of muffled sound as stood there and then a sudden ringing. It was deafeningly loud and could be heard above all else. I could barely think with the ear splitting sound. I felt weak at the knees and couldn't balance. I covered my ears as nearly fell to the ground in pain.

I felt a hand grab my arm and then another. Someone pulled me up as I was falling and held me in a tight embrace. It was someone tall because they bent down a bit to hug me. I couldn't be Roman. Whoever it was, was way more gentle than he could ever be. I felt their hair; it was long and luscious. I tried to figure out who it was and that's when she spoke. Ever since the judge had announced that I had won I hadn't heard anyone speak. Her voice was calm and reassuring. Loving and kind, which to me was a shock coming from her.

"It's okay Hope, cry it out, it's gonna be okay," Lizzie whispered in my ear not loosening her grasp on me.

"You wanna get outta here," she asked calmly.

I nodded in reply and she pulled me out of the crowd. We slipped away unnoticed and walked to Lizzie's room in silence. She opened the door and gestured for me to enter. I walked in hesitantly and slowly. It was not everyday that I'd be welcomed kindly into the room of the Saltzman twins. Lizzie walked in after me and closed the door behind her. We both stood there awkwardly staring at each other. There was silence for a few minutes until we both spoke simultaneously.

"You go first," Lizzie insisted with a shy smile.

"Umm. okay I was uh gonna say thank you... For getting me out of there I appreciate it," I uttered sheepishly

"It was no problem," came her reply with a wink, "and I was gonna ask if you wanted to change out of that dress," she continued.

I chuckled as she walked closer. She cupped my face with her hand when she was barely centimeters away and wiped away a tear. Her touch was soft and gentle. Her hand warm, but in a pleasant way. She smiled at me and then backed away and turned around.

"You can borrow some of my clothes," she told me whilst ruffling through her dresser.

She handed me some clothes and I thanked her. I couldn't wait to get out of the dress. It was beautiful, but beauty comes with pain. Emotional and physical in my case. Lizzie turned around while I attempted to, but that didn't last long.

"L-lizzie!" I exclaimed as I fail to unzip the dress over and over.

"Yeah?" she question spinning around to see what was wrong.

"I'm stuck," I proclaimed timidly.

She giggled as she walked over to me. She placed her hands on my shoulders and then swiftly moved one down to the zipper. She unzipped the dress slowly and then walked back to where she was standing before. I continued undressing and then pulled her hoodie over my head. It was a bit big and smelt like Lizzie; it did a good job keeping me warm. When I was dressed I walked up behind Lizzie and tapped her on the shoulder.

"Do you have any make up remover I could borrow?" I asked the blonde who stood before me.

"Yeah, in the cabinet above the bathroom sink," she answered.

I went into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I opened the cabinet and saw that the makeup remover was exactly where Lizzie said it would be. I grabbed it and then froze. I stared at my tear stained face in the mirror in front of me. I had mascara running down from my eyes and my lipstick was smudged. I wiped it all of hastily and then looked up at my hair. I knew it would hurt when I was going to undo the tight bun. With all the hairspray and hairpins it was impossible for it not to hurt at least a little.

I walked out of the bathroom to see Lizzie sitting on her bed; brushing her hair.

"I can brush your hair if you want me to," the taller girl offered.

"Sure," I spoke in reply.

I walked up to Lizzie and turned around to sit on the floor at the foot of the bed. Lizzie took out all the pins and then ran her fingers through my hair. It was so relaxing the way she massaged my head. So relaxing that I almost forgot the events of that night and whose room I was in. I flinched when her hands dropped down to my arms. She informed me that she had finished bushing my hair, so I got up and sat next to her. Once again we left an awkward silence and I caught Lizzie glancing at her sister's bed every few seconds.

"I-I should probably go, um I don't wanna make matters worse with Josie," I stuttered starting to get.

"Please stay," she whispered to me as she grabbed my wrist gently.

"I don't think Josie's coming back tonight anyway," she continued.

She was starting to choke up and I saw her eyes glisten with their glossy layer. I hugged her as the tears streamed down her face and held her tight.

"It's okay," I whispered in her ear softly, "I'm here".

We stayed there for a while, Lizzie crying and me holding her tight. We were silent for a while and then she finally spoke.

"Could you stay with me tonight, Hope? I don't wanna be alone," she was still teary eyed as she said this and when she got through the question she looked at me expectantly.

"Of course..., but what about Josie? What happened with her anyway?" I replied.

"She, um (sniffles) she's mad at me, and I don't think she'll ever forgive me," she started.

"She said I never consider anybody, but myself and maybe that's true... I'm a terrible person," she sobbed.

"Hey.. no Lizzie, you aren't. You, are extraordinary." I told her wiping the tears off her face.

She gave me a weak smile and then continued telling me about her fight with Josie. She told me how Penelope was moving to Belgium and Josie got mad at her for not saying anything. She was pretty sure Josie would end up staying in Penelope's room that night and I agreed. We stayed up talking for a while and then we both slowly drifted off to sleep.

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