"Name something that you've done with a boy." Harry demanded with an evident smirk on his face, sending chills down my spine.
For the pastors son, he's nothing like I expected.
"N-nothing. It's a sin." I argued, frowning my eyebrows and fiddling wi...
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Chapter Twenty One _________________
When we returned to our home, I ran up to my bedroom and had a mental breakdown. I cried for the second time, but these tears were different from before; I rocked back and forth on the ground and tugged at my hair with a mixture of dejected emotions running through my veins.
My father came in to check on me after noticing that I didn't show up for dinner, which wasn't my fault. My mother didn't bother informing me like she usually would and that increased the pain in my chest.
When my dad asked about my distraught demeanor, he was actually worried and trying his best to get answers out of me. I wanted to tell him everything; from the sins I've made, to my mother's foul behavior and to her forceful demands.
But I couldn't.
They argued enough as it was and I didn't want to cause any problems in the house. I knew my mother would convince my father that I wasn't telling the truth when I really was and that'd just make the situation worse.
Harry, I haven't had the chance to talk to him due to my phone being with my mother and his sudden disappearance after overhearing that I was joining Liam for dinner— without his parents.
I missed hearing Harry talk, dearly, and I knew Harry would know what to do in order to make me forget about all of the negative things in my life.
Life was never like this for me, so coping with it all alone feared me because if my mother is against me, I practically have no one. I have my father, yeah, but.. it's only a matter of time before my mother breaks our bond completely.
Currently I'm sitting in the twirling chair in my parents' wide bathroom, getting my hair done by the devil herself. She's been awfully nice to me today, but I rather not melt in her false act.
She's only happy because of the date that I'm going on with Liam, a boy that she utterly adores more than her own daughter.
I couldn't tell what my mother was doing with my hair, but the brush that she was using and the elastic band on her wrist informed me that she was giving me a ponytail.
Soon, my mother pulled out a bag that I realized to be her makeup pouch. She unzipped the colorful bag, revealing her brushes, pencils, palettes, and lipsticks.
She's not putting makeup on me.. right?
"Mom?" I called out for her, eyeing her hands that moved around in the bag.
"Yes?" She looked up at me then back down at the bag.
"Are.. are you putting makeup on me?" I asked with evident shock in my voice. She chuckled under her breath before turning around, leaning her backside on the counter.
"Yes, Danielle. You are eighteen and this is your first date— I want it to be.. perfect." She said, smiling as she looked up at the ceiling with her hands collided.
