pattern pieces for the dress are already cut out at home. My mom was waiting at the dinner table when I got home. I could feel the anger that hung in the air when I crossed over the threshold. I quickly retreated to the spare room where most of my sewing supplies were. The air might seem stale to others, but it was inviting to me. It was the scent of fabric.
After I cut out the pieces, they were simple to sew together. I placed them on the mannequins in the corner of the room. They were much more than what Sheelin wanted; Mila's was a one-shouldered piece that had a section cut out which started an inch down from her chest and ended on the opposite side at the height of her bellybutton. It would then angle towards her hip and stop right where her hip bone started The cut would show off her bellybutton and tattoo. There was also a velvet choker with a medallion hanging off it. Sheelin's dress was a low-cut, sleeveless dress that had excessive gathering at the chest to make it seem like she has more boobage. There's also a velvet corset built in and a long flowing skirt. My dress was simple and meant to hide my waist. There was a low-cut, long-sleeved, velvet top that melted into a silk bottom which I ripped into long, thick strips to make it look like it was flowing.
I sighed and undressed the mannequins and got ready to drop them off at Sheelin's house.
After stealthily avoiding my mom, I strolled over to Sheelin's house. After leaving the dresses at her house, I walked. Where did I go? Everywhere. I went past the park, past Ink It Up Tattoo, past the bookstore that has the best books ever, and back to the park. Suddenly a hand grabbed my arm.
*Flashback* "Come with me," a deep voice growled. I struggled to get out of his vise like grip, but I couldn't. He was dragging me away from my friends, away from safety! Why hadn't we listened? I saw Mila and Sheelin's silhouettes running, but they were going in the wrong direction! I tried to call out to them, but his big hand was on my face, smothering me.
"Scream, and I'll hurt you," he said. I saw a wicked gleam of light bounce off a blade. I started sobbing. I was going to die. He forced me on the ground and started feeling me, his hand went everywhere. He was rough, but I shut down and let him have his way. There wasn't anything I could do, so why anger him and jeopardize my life? Then he ripped my pants off and started pulling his pants down. Pain. Unbelievable amounts of pain, then darkness.
Groaning, I sat up slowly. Everything was fuzzy and blindingly white. A hand gently pushed me back down.
"Lay down," a voice said. Mom.
"Where am I?" I whispered.
"You're at the hospital, You have a couple of... tubes connected to you so try not to move too much,"
"What happened? Where's Sheelin? Where's Mila?"
"They're not in this hospital," my mom said.
"So they're hurt?" the thing measuring my heart-rate started to beep loudly. Nurses ran in and out of my room. The last thing I saw was my mother's face full of pain and sorrow. I tried to tell her that I was sorry I caused her so much pain, but they drugged me. *END FLASHBACK*
After I cut out the pieces, they were simple to sew together. I placed them on the mannequins in the corner of the room. They were much more than what Sheelin wanted; Mila's was a one-shouldered piece that had a section cut out which started an inch down from her chest and ended on the opposite side at the height of her bellybutton. It would then angle towards her hip and stop right where her hip bone started The cut would show off her bellybutton and tattoo. There was also a velvet choker with a medallion hanging off it. Sheelin's dress was a low-cut, sleeveless dress that had excessive gathering at the chest to make it seem like she has more boobage. There's also a velvet corset built in and a long flowing skirt. My dress was simple and meant to hide my waist. There was a low-cut, long-sleeved, velvet top that melted into a silk bottom which I ripped into long, thick strips to make it look like it was flowing.
I sighed and undressed the mannequins and got ready to drop them off at Sheelin's house.
After stealthily avoiding my mom, I strolled over to Sheelin's house. After leaving the dresses at her house, I walked. Where did I go? Everywhere. I went past the park, past Ink It Up Tattoo, past the bookstore that has the best books ever, and back to the park. Suddenly a hand grabbed my arm.
*Flashback* "Come with me," a deep voice growled. I struggled to get out of his vise like grip, but I couldn't. He was dragging me away from my friends, away from safety! Why hadn't we listened? I saw Mila and Sheelin's silhouettes running, but they were going in the wrong direction! I tried to call out to them, but his big hand was on my face, smothering me.
"Scream, and I'll hurt you," he said. I saw a wicked gleam of light bounce off a blade. I started sobbing. I was going to die. He forced me on the ground and started feeling me, his hand went everywhere. He was rough, but I shut down and let him have his way. There wasn't anything I could do, so why anger him and jeopardize my life? Then he ripped my pants off and started pulling his pants down. Pain. Unbelievable amounts of pain, then darkness.
Groaning, I sat up slowly. Everything was fuzzy and blindingly white. A hand gently pushed me back down.
"Lay down," a voice said. Mom.
"Where am I?" I whispered.
"You're at the hospital, You have a couple of... tubes connected to you so try not to move too much,"
"What happened? Where's Sheelin? Where's Mila?"
"They're not in this hospital," my mom said.
"So they're hurt?" the thing measuring my heart-rate started to beep loudly. Nurses ran in and out of my room. The last thing I saw was my mother's face full of pain and sorrow. I tried to tell her that I was sorry I caused her so much pain, but they drugged me. *END FLASHBACK*
