A/N: My little angsty one shot I wrote between updates on my other stories. Sorry for the shortness, I just had this idea I wanted to type out. PLEASE REVIEW!
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Casey's friends had always told her how amazing she was with makeup. There wasn't a pimple or breakout she couldn't hide with the right shade of concealer or foundation.
"Casey," Her friend Michelle asked her one day, "How did you get to be so great with makeup?"
But Casey didn't want to tell her.
Casey didn't want to tell her about all the black eyes, all the bruises and scars she'd had to cover up over the years.
She didn't want to tell her about all the times her father had hit her, beaten her, made her afraid to go home.
She didn't want to tell her about all the times she'd lied- to her friends, neighbors, teachers- and a few times to the crossing guard on her way to school when she was younger. The pathetic excuses she'd made up to get herself out of situations that involved telling someone what was really going on in the Novak household.
She didn't want to tell her friend about the time she 'fell' down the stairs, or the time she broke her arm 'sledding'.
Makeup fixed external injuries, casts and fake excuses fixed internal ones.
But she was an awful liar.
So she preferred makeup. Not only did it conceal embarrassing breakouts, but also, the truth.
She got so good at makeup by keeping her father's secret.
But Casey didn't want to tell her friend that.
"Practice, I guess. Novaks have terrible skin" Casey said with a fake smile. It's their aggression, not their skin, that the Novaks she knew had trouble with.
But Casey didn't want her friend to know that. She didn't want anyone to know that.