Trouble Brewing

*Trigger warning - sexual assault

Grabbing her over-sized hoodie from the back of the chair, Hope pulled her hair up into a messy ponytail.

She glanced across to where her new black and white dress laid in a pile on the floor where she had abandoned it when she came in. The people who wore fancy outfits like that weren’t like Hope. Scruffy sneakers, distressed jeans and baggy hoodies were what girls like Hope wore. She had been foolish to think that she could change who she was.

With a quick look in on her aunt and uncle, who were embracing lovingly on the sofa whilst watching a show on Netflix, Hope stepped out into the twilight streets. Since it was a Friday night, Mack was probably on his way to the den, so Hope walked in that direction, hoping that she would get an opportunity to speak to him privately before the group of boys descended.