Chapter 7:

*Willow's POV*

The limo driver takes us to a dress store for special occasions. Looking through the dresses, I only found like three that I can possibly wear.

Trying them on wasn't comfortable. I get into one of the dressing rooms. Oh great, there's a huge mirror on the wall of the small room.

My clothing is removed to show the very worn out bra and underwear. The scars are showing. Everywhere from my neck to my ankles and wrists. Especially where the undergarments are covering.

I stare at my reflection for a few seconds before finally getting pulled out of my thoughts. The first dress is a simple, black dress with long sleeves and modest high neckline. Goddess style with a belt around my waist. I like this one.

"It's nice, but why do you wear that style?" he asked.

I stiffened up when he asked that.

"Umm," I try to think of something.

"Is it about…." he didn't want say anymore, but he knew it's something I'm hiding.

"Yea and my body isn't beautiful," she says sadly.

"Let me be the judge of that."

His reaction surprises me gratefully.

"I-I don't want y-you to see-"

"Willow," he chuckled at my blushing nervous form. "I'm not asking you to strip down for me. Let's have you put on a dress that I decide."

I was blushing in embarrassment of his words and really scared of what he's going to think about the scars all over. My worse is for Shane to take one look at them and immediately say he's not taking me to the Hall of Fame or worse…..I can get fired.

Shane's choice was a black cocktail dress with a high low skirt and strapless. Originally I wanted to get this over with, but I saw my reflection again.

"Willow? Are you alright?" Shane's voice speaks up, snapping me out of my trance.

Great, I did it again!

Okay, I take a deep breath to calm myself, but I'm really scared of his reaction. The curtains open and the split second before Shane sees me, I knew that he was expecting to see the most beautiful girl in the universe, but in reality, he didn't. The shock look on his face shows he's seeing the most ugliest girl ever.

Seeing him look at the scars, both old and new, makes me really sad to the point I cry all the way back to the dressing room, hiding away. The normal clothes replace the short dress. I've wasted so much time. Shane's time and time that I should have use for work.

"Willow?" he asked, sounding worried and concerned, from behind the curtain.

"Please I want to go back to work," I speak sadly.

"Alright, let's go," he says softly.

I open the curtain trying not to cry out in public. Shane follows me to outside and to the car.

"Do you want to have the rest of the day off?" he didn't want to say it, but ask anyways.

"I guess so," I mumbled. "I'm so sorry Shane," tears begin to fall again.

"Willow, it's okay-"

"Shane please," I whispered, looking away to cry in my hand.

Shane didn't say another word as he starts the car. The car ride to the hotel was silent except for my cries.

"I'll see you tomorrow Shane," I mumbled sadly before leaving the car.

He was to say the same thing, but the door shuts when he was about to say it.

I enter into the hotel room to be greeted the familiar sight of him pleasuring himself.

"Good, you're back," an evil smile curls on his face.

"Tell me what to do Daddy," I speak sadly, bowing my head.