The Beast Inside (Unedited Version)

Chapter = 3

Chapter - 3

{Edited by - Nyxtinker(tinkhotti)}

　

When Cherryl arrived home from college she made the biggest mistake by letting the word ‘party’ slip out of her mouth in front of her mother.　 All her nightmares came true when her mother had taken her shopping where she was forced to try all the dresses which she wouldn’t even dream about wearing. To her horror her mother forced her to buy a dress which barely reached her mid thigh and was backless. She felt repulsed at the mere thought of letting the piece of clothing cover her body. 　Her protests were completely ignored by her mother, who hurriedly went on and paid for the dress. Then she was dragged out of the store before she could even utter a word.

She was already regretting that she had agreed to go to the party and then her mom went on and made her feel even more horrified about the whole idea. She didn’t even eat her dinner properly; her thoughts were still stuck on the dress.

　 Claire, her sister, on the other hand was emanating jealousy in huge waves because of that dress, which Cherryl wouldn’t wear herself even if she was in a life or death situation. The whole time at the dinner table she was going on and on about how that dress would suit her curves more than Cherryl’s, as she didn’t have any curves at all. That comment quickly earned her a glare from their mother. One thing lead to the other and then both of them were yelling at each other. Cherryl cringed at their loud voices and cleared the dinner table. When she walked back to her room she was still able to hear them screaming at each other followed by the slamming of two doors, making her cover her ears.

They were a happy family once upon a time but after her father died five years back everything changed. All three of them grew distant from each other. Cherryl knew how hard her mother worked to take care of both of them and she really appreciated that but Claire on the other hand just wouldn’t understand even though she was two years older than her. Claire wanted to move out but their mom made her stay saying that "she can only move out after she’s married" which had lead her to go rebel about everything.

The dress which her sister described as elegant and classy was nothing more than a swimwear, which she would never use to cover her body. She had opened the lid of the box and touched the material. The only thing she liked about the dress was its color which was black. She would be more than happy to give this dress to her sister but knowing that her mom would give her the silent treatment, she put the lid back on and placed the box in her closet. She sighed wearily and said her prayers. She felt so tired and worn out that she fell into a dreamless sleep as soon as her body touched the softness of her bed.

College went by in a blur the next day without any bumping and all that touchy feely stuff. Which she was glad for. She did a good job at avoiding Nicky and Rose at all cost. As soon she had gotten home she received a text from Rose telling her to meet them at the college parking lot so that they could go to the party together. The mere idea brought back memories of that dress. She closed her eyes to push down the nervousness and made her way to the homely kitchen. She read the note stuck on the refrigerator and felt somewhat at ease. Her mom was out of town because of some work which only meant that she didn’t have to wear that horrifying dress. She felt as if God had finally answered her prayers. But still, there was the party to go to. She gulped down some juice and meandered back to her room. As soon as she had changed into her more comfortable clothes she could feel herself relaxing, as she immersed herself in college work.

It was only when her phone had beeped did she realize that it was already dark outside. She checked her phone and frowned, it was a text from Nicky saying that they would meet her at the parking lot in an hour. Cherryl knew now there was no way out, she has to go through this dreadful event. She got up and took a quick shower begrudgingly getting herself ready for the torturous night ahead. She was dressed in normal black skinny jeans, a grey tank top and black half jacket, the clothes which she usually wore to college, in her eyes there was not need to dress up just to get unwanted attention, however little it would be. She had never been to a party before; this was the first time for her. She stared at her room longingly wishing she had never agreed to this, she could have just stayed home in the comfort of her bedroom.