I dressed in a plain white tee with blue ripped jean overalls, before sliding on white adidas shoes to complete the outfit. my dad walked in my room smiling, "are you wearing that?" he asked me.
"do you want me to wear something else?" I asked back, looking down at my out my outfit to see what was wrong with it.
"it's like eighty degrees outside." he said.
"but the bruises are still on my legs." I shrugged, "I know we are going to court, but I still don't want them to show." I said.
"I understand sweetheart, are you ready?" he asked me.
"yes, thank you for doing this for me." I smiled, I hugged him tightly. we walked down stairs and got into my black jeep, my dad had gotten me it for my birthday.
I drove us to the court room, I would be lying if I said I wasn't scared on the inside. what if they don't let my father have full custody over me, what if I have to continue living with or seeing the woman known as my mother.
we pulled up and walked up the whole flight of...