Good Girl

Then moment we walked into the store, they dragged me. It reminded me of "shopping" with Ash. They dragged me in a store filled with skanky clothes. At first I thought maybe they were shopping for their potential girlfriends, that was until they started to hand me clothes, and put them up to me. I was so overwhelmed. My ears were flooded with, 'this one? No this one. But this one.' Finally I had had enough. I stuck my arms out, pushing anyone and anything within reach away. "Stop!" I would have screamed if I weren't in a public place. They instantly stopped and put whatever they had down. "I would never, nor will I ever where something like this. Now I'm going home, and I'm going to rest." That I was mot expecting to come out of me anymore then the probably will. Zayn started to walk closer to me. Although at this point, I was feeling to brave to backdown. He got close enough I could smell the smoke on his breath. That's when his hand collided with my cheek, making my head move sideways. My cheek was stinging.

"You will not ever talk to me or any of us like that. You will put on what we say, and you will where what we say. Do I make myself clear?" He hissed. I looked back up at him, not letting the tears that we're threatening fall. "Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear?" He hissed again.

"Yes."

"Good, now put this on" he grabbed a dress out of Louis hands and hands it to me. I did as told and walked into the dressing room, returning minutes later. It was tight, making me look ten times skinnier than I really am. "Turn" he commanded, and I followed orders. "Boys?" He asked, although they stayed silent. Until Niall spoke up.

"I think it hugs you in all the right places" thanks Horan.

"Next dress" Zayn said snapping his fingers at the boys, Louis handed him a dress and I tried it in. The one was low cut in the back, but otherwise the same. This went on for about an hour until Zayn found the dress he liked. He got me shoes to go with it. "Next stop the tattoo shop" I looked down, wanting to cry. I could feel a bruise forming where he hit me. Has he not put me through enough pain? We walked out after paying, Zayn walked ahead a few steps.

"I'm so sorry" Liam whispered, touching my cheek lightly. I flinched away from his soft touch and kept looking at my feet.


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"Done" the man wiped my wrist down. I refused to look at it. I whispered a light thank you before getting up.

"C-can I go h-h-home n-now" I found myself stuttering. Zayn nodded.

"Now you may go home, if tomorrow you don't wear that, you will sleeping at my place." I nodded.

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