Love, Lust And The Abuse

Dressing Up

Chapter 9

 We sat in his car and we had a quiet ride to my place. He stopped in front f my house and as I was getting out he said, “Oh. My mom wanted me to tell you to come an hour early and I quote, “tell Kylie to come an hour early. I picked out the perfect dress for her.” So come early, okay?”

  I stared at him confused. I asked, “Can’t I just wear jeans and tee?”

  Jesse laughed and said, “Kylie, it’s wedding not a day at the mall.”

  I frowned and pouted. I said, “Fine. I’ll be there by five?”

  He smiled and said, “Yeah.” I smiled and left.     

  I entered the house and it was quiet. I slowly went to the kitchen to make something to eat. I could hear footsteps coming towards me. I knew my father must be starving and must have drunk on an empty stomach which basically meant he was drunk out of his mind.

  I turned to fridge and opened the freezer not paying any attention to the footsteps. I stuffed some macaroni and cheese into the microwave and turned around to see my father passed out on the floor. I sighed. He must have hurt himself and he was going to be in a lot of pain tomorrow. I walked over to him and bent over trying to pick him up. That was such an epic fail. I couldn’t let him lie there. I dragged him by the arm to couch. I knew it wasn’t the right way to take him there but he was just so heavy. When we reached the couch, I picked him up by the arm and with all my possible strength put him on the couch. I sighed in relief after leaving him on the couch. Well, at least I didn’t have to listen to his shit. The microwave beeped and I went over and took out my food.

  I went upstairs to my room after eating. I wasn’t in the mood to do any homework. I laid down on my bed thinking about my stupid, crazy ass day. I had my first cat fight ever.  I couldn’t hate Amy more. She was just a terrible person. I decided not to think about it. I might start to cry again. I wasn’t extremely sleepy, yet. I was wondering how tomorrow was going to be. I was remembering the times I used to go with Jesse and his parents to their family get together(s). They used to be fun. Everyone was so nice and sweet and they always treated me like family.

  I woke up next morning and starred at the ceiling. I had eventually dozed off last night. After staring at the ceiling for a while I got up and decided to go get ready for school. I went to my closet and starred at it. What to wear? What to wear? I really wasn’t in the mood to dress up. I pulled out whatever was on top. I got dressed and left for school.

  I reached school and was taking out my books for history when a heard, “Hey shorty.” I knew who it was. I turned around and gave Jesse an ‘I’m going to kill you’ look. I used to hate it when someone called me short. He started to laugh. I rolled my eyes and shut my locker. Jesse was taller than me, not very tall but quite a bit.

  I said, “You know I hate it when you call me short.”

  Jesse said with an evil smile, “That’s why I called you short genius.”

  I looked at him upset. I said, “You’re really mean.” He laughed and we walked to class. School was really boring.

  The bell rang and it was last period. I met Jesse and then went home. I had about an hour before going to Jesse’s place. I decided to make dinner and keep it on the kitchen counter just incase I was late. I didn’t want my father to drink on an empty stomach again

  I kept dinner on the table and went to my room. I looked at the time and it was time to leave. I quickly put my hair into a high ponytail and went outside. I was walking to Jesse’s place. I felt a little excited. I wanted to know what Mrs. Miller had picked out for me. She had a very classy taste.