Twelve

~Avery~

He slammed the door hard and I flinched in fear, my heart was racing so fast as I saw that his eye color had turned to pitch black, I could not understand why he was so angry, I mean, did he not like the idea of me dressing hot to school?

I thought that would get him intrigued, it did anyways but in the bad way, I should not have dressed like a slut today, I would not have been in this mess, if my father mistakenly caught me in such dress, he would scold me and even, send me back to that horrible pack house with the claim that I have become wayward in less than 48 hours.

I was pinned against the door and he placed his hand on it, he squinted his eyes on me and my breathing got heavy, ‘’Can you explain to me, why you are dressed like a hooker?!’’

I could not find a reply, I began stuttering, ‘’I-um-uh-I di-did no-not have any other clot-clothes to we-wear.’’