*Warning, this chapter depicts events of s****l trauma and physical abuse. I will mark the start and end of those sections with an * for those who would like to skip. Reader discretion is advised.*
Riley
I spent the rest of the day in my room, feigning a headache when we returned but thanking the girls for taking me out anyway. I had to admit, I enjoyed it today. It was nice going out and doing something so normal. I went out to find a dress and it sort of felt like how I imagined prom would be. Going out to find the perfect dress with friends and spending a day in the town. I walked to my art book with shaky hands and looked through the pages, finding the two in the back I was looking for. I looked at the picture of Bentley. It was one of the times we had played the game. I drew him wit
