Evan
I kept staring at her face as she wasn't answering me.
"Annie. What happened to your face? Did your mom hit you?"
She bit her lower lips. "No, I mean, yes. But it was my fault."
"You've got to be kidding me! How was it your fault?" I cried.
Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes. "If you just came here to yell at me, then you can just leave."
I softened my gaze and pulled her into a hug. "I'm sorry."
"I didn't realize how late it was, or she came home early or something. And she saw me in that dress and..."
"She hit you because you went out on a date?" I tried to keep my voice calm, but it was hard. I squeezed her tighter.
"It was because of the dress. She said it was too slutty. You were right all along, Evan. I shouldn't have bought that dress. Why did I think it was a good idea? You and Mike probably thought I looked like a fool," she sobbed against my chest.