The Little Monster I Love

Ch.3

                 In the third grade, a shaggy blonde hair boy with eyes as green as emeralds had told you that he liked you. You still remember the exact thing today. After recess, you were walking alone with your book tightly clutched in your hands and as soon as you got into the classroom and set your things down, he slid a note toward you. You, confused but curious, opened it and read the words, "(Y/N), I like you. - Roman." He had even drawn a heart right next to his name which had just sealed the deal for you. As soon as you turned toward him to confront him about it, he shot you a cold look and said these dreadful words that you'll never be able to forget, "Can you just pass it?" The note was not meant for you, it was meant for (Y/N) Castellon.

That was the last romantic encounter you've ever experienced.

           Sure, you had tons of crushes. Before Maurice came into your life, all you could practically think about was Tyler, your lab partner in Chem, but he never even looked at you. Tyler always seemed too preoccupied with his girlfriend who was across the room. Each day after the bell rang, they'd meet by the stairs and make out which made you uncomfortable. Not that you hated kissing which you didn't even have experience with, but you hated the fact that you could see their saliva strings as they parted. You barely had any experience with the entire love thing and tonight you had a date with Maurice and that frankly caused you to shit yourself.

           Today couldn't go by any slower. You finished your homework after just googling the textbook and finding it online and you had finished your chores. Both Ann and Gilbert were at work until 5 pm which gave you time to relax and turn the music up all the way, which would've gotten you killed had they been home. Ann made frozen lasagna which you had no trouble with since her cooking was way worse and afterward you took a shower and headed to your bedroom. Part of you didn't want to go on this date, regardless of how you felt about Maurice, but the other part of you couldn't wait. You had stayed sitting down on your bed still in a towel for about an hour. For some reason, your legs couldn't move. Probably because you didn't have the motivation to get up. At 9 pm, your hair was dry and you had started to get ready. You threw on some more dramatic makeup, a bold red lip and a soft red smokey eye. As you put back on your glasses to truly see your makeup, you felt confident and for once in your life, beautiful. The next thing, however, gave you severe anxiety, that stupid dress. You had no choice whether or not to wear it, I mean, you promised him. You didn't even think twice whether or not it even fit you, but you promised him. Maurice had this control of you that made you furious. He could tell you to cut all your hair off and without even thinking twice about it, the scissors would already be on your head. You approached the closet slowly, eyes dead on the dress still exactly where Maurice had left it, and grabbed the hanger. Slowly, but surely, you got undressed avoiding any eye contact with the mirror and had slung the dress over your head. Surprisingly, it had flowed smoothly and fit your body with room to spare. You readjusted the shoulders and the waistband and made your way to the mirror. You looked stunning. The dress fit your curves perfectly and showed just enough skin that you felt both comfortable and confident. The dress fell just below above your knee and the ruffles on top had hidden any cleavage you weren't comfortable showing. You felt overjoyed and you couldn't wait for Maurice to see you.

            You took out your phone and began playing your favorite song and decided to take a picture of yourself. It was rare that you had worn makeup like this and nonetheless wore a dress, plus you had felt confident and ready to show the world.

"Hey (Y/N), Ann and I need to talk to- "

You quickly turned around to find Gilbert staring at you in disgust.

"Why are you dressed like some cheap whore?! You going out tonight?"

            You shook your head not able to speak. You felt nice, why didn't he think you looked nice? Tears began filling your eyes. Then, the unspeakable happened. Gilbert ran toward you and tore your dress off of you. The once blue silky ruffles on the top were thrown on the floor now looking as if a ravenous monster had attacked the fabric. In all reality, that wasn't too far from the truth.