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I get up from the couch. “Who are we meeting?”
“A guy who might give you a job.” He comes over to me and looks me up and down. “You got anything better to wear?”
I glance down at my jeans and sweatshirt. “What’s wrong with this?”
“You look like a boy. Ain’t you got any dresses? Skirts?”
“No. Why would I wear a dress?”
“When you interview for a job, you gotta look good.”
“This is an interview? For what? What’s the job?”
“You’ll find out when we get there. You got any makeup? Your face is all pale.”
“Probably because I haven’t seen the sun in days,” I mutter.
“What was that?”
“Nothing.”
He points to my hair, which is pulled back in a ponytail. “Take it down. You look like a kid, wearing it like that.”
“It’s pulled back because I haven’t been able to wash it. You said I can’t use your shampoo.”
I used a little of it yesterday, but not enough for him to notice. My hair was so greasy, I couldn’t stand it. I had to wash it. I’m not sure what I used was shampoo, but it was the only bottle in the shower. The label was worn off and it smelled like dish soap. I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s what it was. My dad probably just refilled his shampoo bottle with dish soap when he ran out.
“Take it down anyway,” he says, referring to my hair. “Anything’s better than how you got it now. Where’s your clothes?”
“Right there.” I point to my duffle bag on the floor. “Why?”
He takes the bag, tosses it on the couch, and starts pulling my clothes out, dropping them on the dirty floor. He doesn’t have a vacuum so the carpet is disgusting.
“What are you doing?” I hurry to pick up the clothes.
“What’s this?” He holds up the black dress that Easton insisted I try on that day in my room, before we were dating. I should’ve tossed it out. It’s way too small to wear.
“It’s old. It doesn’t fit anymore.”
He holds it up and smiles. “This will work.” He throws it at me. “Go put it on.”
“I’m not wearing that. It doesn’t even fit.”
He grabs my arm, squeezing it hard enough to leave a bruise. “I said put it on. Or you’ll be sleeping on the street tonight.”
Like father, like son, threatening to kick me out if I don’t do what he says. Why would he want me to wear this? It makes me look slutty, which is not how dads usually want their daughters to look. And it’s freezing outside. Even with my coat, I’ll still freeze with my legs exposed.
Going into the bathroom, I put on the stupid dress and let down my hair. I didn’t bring any makeup so my face will just have to be like it is, pale with bags under my eyes from not sleeping.
“It doesn’t fit,” I say, coming out of the bathroom, showing my dad the dress. Every time I move I have to yank it down or my panties will show.
He grins. “It’s perfect.”
“Are you kidding? It’s too short. There’s no way I can sit down in this. And it barely covers my boobs.”
“You got shoes to go with it?”
“No. All I have is sneakers.”
