through the bathroom window when Cl

yeliner was smudged under her eyes. The silver lip ring was digging

angry clown who had tried to scare a

ght that if she made herself unlovable, if she made herself look like

cared about possession. The more she fought, the more she defa

game was

It hit the marble counter with a heavy thud. She felt her throat

steam fill the small room. She grabbed a

ark eyeshadow came off in streaks, washing down the drain in gray rivers. T

, and a small bead of blood welled up from the tiny hole in her lower lip. She pressed a piece of tissue to it until the bleeding stopped

, she barely recognized herself. The dark, angry eyes were gone. In their place we

the exfoliating scrub, going to work on her arms and neck. The intricate skulls and snakes weren't rea

dle at her feet. She watched the fake ink swirl down the drain, fe

hter. She stood in front of the fu

ried it under layers of grime and anger. The Parrish genes were undeniable. High

the rebellious teenager, not the vi

he ripped fishnets, the band t-shirts, and the leather jackets. Way

he engagement. It was elegant, modest, and completely inappropriate

The soft cotton felt cool against her skin. It fit perfect

hair, pulling it back into a smooth, low ponyta

gry, broken girl was gone. In her place stood a woman who looked like she be

pered to her reflection.

ay. The house was quiet, but she knew eyes were watching.

t to see the loo