Introduction
"No... No more, stop it." Sulked Spinelli, letting out a jaded sigh.
Her trembling fingers slowly prodding her chest like a vegetarian handling meat, Spinelli stared vacantly into the reflection of her upper half in the bathroom mirror. As the tears trickling from her reddened brown eyes began to roll down the skin her olive toned cheeks, Spinelli fiercely sniffed and twitched her nose in a vigorous manner to fight back further persisting tears.
Standing sad and lonesome in the bathroom with her red cotton dress puddled messily around her booted ankles Spinelli froze instantly as a loud knock at the door sent a piercing shudder down her trembling spine.
"How are ya tut's? You've been in there for a while... you okay?" Asked a familiar voice, laced with an East coast twang.
"Urm..."
Bending forward to quickly pull up her dress, Spinelli frantically drove her arms through its short red sleeves to reply back. "I'm fine".
"Okay hunny bun, the wrestling show you like to watch is on by the way... go and keep your Dad company."
"Okay mom, I'll be out in a min". Spinelli replied.
"Ashy-poo! You re missing all the action! The Destructinator's going bezerko! He's freakin' twisting Captain Pain all over the place! The poor guy doesn't even look like himself any more", Shouts her Father from downstairs, sitting on the leather sofa.
Staring intensely at her body in the mirror, Spinelli's brown eyes took one last glance towards her chest before heading for the door and flicking off the light switch.
"Yeah... I can relate". She quietly whispered.