I woke up and the ceiling looked the same as always, cracked in that one corner I used to stare at when I wasn't able to sleep.But today the crack felt different, like it was staring back at me.There was no knock on the door, no food tray, Just a stupid white dress hanging on the wardrobe like it was waiting to choke me.I knew it was Sophia who picked it, because this is exactly her style, pretty enough to fool people, low enough to remind everyone what I actually worth. I dressed up all by myself , no one to support me. The silk felt cold against my skin.My fingers shook a little when it came to the zipper. I didn’t like that.Downstairs the living room had been turned into a pretend chapel. A few white chairs, a small table, a priest who kept checking his watch like he had somewhere better to do or somewhere better to be. Dad was in his suit, with folded arms, Sophia and Isabella in pale dresses, whispering and giggling to themselves behind their hands. There was No one else

Sun rays hit the curtains early. Sharp, Hurting my eyes. blinked a few times, Lips still felt puffy from last night. The kiss kept looping in my head, his tongue, the tug on my hair, then nothing. He stopped like it was easy for him. Bastard.Bed felt too big, his side cold, But I remembered him sliding in late, his heavy arm across my waist. No words, Just breathing against my neck. Held me like I might disappear if he let's go. Weird but Comforting. Made me mad at myself for liking it.Got up slow, Nightgown stuck to my thighs, Room smelled like him, cologne mixed with whatever soap he used. My Stomach twisted. Wasn't sure if i was hungry or sick.Door quietly opened . He walked in, with no shirt, just his Sweatpants hanging low, Hair wet, Water running down his chest. Scars everywhere, long slash across ribs, round mark near his shoulder, Bullet? Knife? Didn’t ask. Didn’t even want to know yet.“Morning,” he said. Voice scratchy.I yanked the sheet up. “You came in here while