The Fate Between Us

Chapter 3

A/N: the picture above is the dress that Mia will be wearing.

Before you came into my life I never knew what true love felt like.- The Love Bites.

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I began to hear the sound of a bike dinging nearby, and it drew me from my troublesome thoughts. I sighed and sat up on my bed. I could feel a slight headache starting up for thinking too much on my painful past. I promised myself never to take a venture through those memories. It was a trip to remember what my father had done and what he did had torn our family in pieces. He left us with nothing but a broken heart.

I looked away from the frame and looked back out the window. I hadn't really noticed that time had passed by and never even thought of stopping, to remind me of the cruel some dinner I had to withstand. And that my mother will be home soon.

I got up and went to my drawer when I remembered the words of her spoke earlier. I knew how my mother will react if I didn't act upon her words. And I knew what the causes will be if I didn't. So I knew for myself to do what she says.

I dug into my drawer and searched for the one and only dress I knew I'd wear. My hands touched the soft fabric of it and I took it out, lifting it up to give it a look over. I thought.

Maybe mom would make me wear it for this one time.

But I chuckled at that thought.

I remembered the glare she gave me when I last wore this dress to a guest dinner. After that, scolded how much it was worn out, and I should give it a rest. True to her word, but whatever clothes I got in there I knew wouldn't even go over my head. My mom got so busy with her own life and distant herself that she even forgets me mostly, and the things that fits me.

I knew my mom would be upset once she's sees me in this dress. And once again would scold how embarrassing I am. Sadly I put down the dress and looked for any other choices. One that would also be pleasing and acceptable to me. I took out a green fine strapped dress that just ends above my knee.

It was a nice and yet an elegant dress, with sequins design in hearts over the chest. But looks can be so deceiving. For the dress was too tight to pass my chest when I attempted to try it on. Deciding that this was the damn dress I'll wear.

I sighed in exasperation and shoved it back into my drawer. I felt like getting this over and down with and face the disapproved scrutiny she had to offer in seeing me in the dress. But the memory of her expression was too intimidating, and I didn't want to experience that back. So I knew taking part in that action will only make matters worst.

Then I heard the thud of something being thrown down, indicating that my mother was already here. I decided to search some more. For I didn't want to be on her bad side tonight. Finally, I took out a dress that looked acceptable and seemed as if it wasn't that small for me.

It was a dark blue dress with white little anchors designed all over it. Simple, but yet quite okay for me, ending just below my knees. I breathed in relief, thankful that for once a different change. I hoped to see the first -in a long while- approving face of hers once she sees me in it.

I hurried in the bathroom and took a shower. Combing my hair after, I fixed it in a fine ponytail and let two twists fall at the front. I walked back into the room and threw on the dress but being careful not to messed my hair up. I took a look in the mirror and smiled at myself. It was the right size outlining the shaped features of me. I was glad when the dress had fitted me fine and okay.

I dabbed on a little lipstick and took another glance in the mirror. I smiled as I gazed at myself.

Maybe tonight will be a different change. That's all I've ever wanted.