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Type 1

I'm waiting for Apple to come out with the iPump.

He dropped his lips as his eyes me out before returning his gaze to mine. "Doesn't seem like you have much of a choice, slave," he said quietly, and I frowned.

He went on. " I want you to come with me."

He said this while peering at me through the door and leaning in close to me. I remained frozen in place, arms crossed and a frown on my face. His brown eyes move away from mine and behind me, his smile quickly fading and he fixed his position like a military stand.

When I felt my father's hand on my shoulder, I turned around and looked up at him, noticing his fierce eyes.

"Who are you to refer to my daughter as a slave?" Dylan looks down while nervously laughing when my father asks him.

"Sorry, sir, I didn't call your daughter a slave," Dylan apologized, acting all innocent and reasonable. I smirked, shaking my head and staring at him.

"Who is this scumbag standing on our doorstep, Aria?" Dylan widened his eyes but kept them on the ground and his hands behind his back when Dad asked.

"He's my boyfriend," Hailey said, and we turned around to see her standing behind us. She walks over and takes a seat besides Dylan, smiling softly. She wraps her arm around his, noticing his annoyed expression as he tries to conceal it.

Dad raised an eyebrow and kept staring at Dylan. "Is that so?" He looked, unimpressed by Hailey's selection of boys. I'm afraid I have to agree with Dad on this one, Hailey.

"What do you think about having a one-on-one conversation with me?" He asked of Dylan. Hailey rolls her eyes; she despises it when our father gets involved in her personal life.

Dylan scratched the back of his neck and chuckled. " Sure," he said, looking around, wanting to get out of this awkward situation.

"Oh my goodness, Dad. You're so humiliating." Hailey muttered and took Dylan's hand in her own. "We're leaving," she announced as she dragged Dylan away from us.

Dad sighs heavily and continues to observe the two of them as they approach Dylan's car. He then turned around to face me, his hands in his pockets.

"Follow me to my office," he said abruptly, and I swallowed hard.

Looking out in the yard, I noticed Hailey getting into the passenger seat and Dylan turning around and staring at me. I shut the door and went into my father's office.

I walk in, close the door behind me, and stand behind it. He was already sitting at his desk, looking up at me and motioning for me to join him. I walked over to his desk and sat down, my legs shaking once more.

"How is everything going?" He asked, opening his document file and grabbing a pen to begin writing down my response.

He is not a therapist. But he likes to be one to keep an eye on his family and to see their statues.

I take a deep breath and fidget with my fingers as I stare at his notes. " Everything is fine..." I mumbled and came to a halt when I heard him sigh.

"Why are you misleading me, Aria?" When he asked, I looked up and looked him in the eyes. My heart rate dropped and my body shook with fear.

He shakes his head and scribbles something on his notebook before returning his gaze to mine. " Hailey was off her meds a few days ago, explained that to me," he said, and I smiled weakly while resting my hands on my wobbly legs.

My lips trembled as I closed my eyes. " I'm not sure, she quit taking them-"

"Enough," he said, and I felt my breathing shake. Looking down to avoid his harsh gaze.

He kept going. "I gave you one job, to keep an eye on your sister and make sure she's taking her meds, and you failed to do so," he said, clearly disappointed in me.

I stare at his desk, at his Dolphin statue. My system was shutting down as I stretched my nose. I continued to stare deeply at the statue, feeling my worst. He makes me feel insignificant, unwanted, and unwelcome in this family.

"Look at me when I'm speaking to you," he said, causing me to raise my glossy eyes to his, and he stares blankly at me.

He went on."Your sister is going to that party with that boy, and I believe he is untrustworthy. I'd like you to go and keep an eye on her "He said this as he closed his documents and replaced them.

He looks over at me and frowns slightly because I haven't responded.

" Do you understand?" He questioned, and I continued to look at him with dull eyes.

I often wonder if I am a member of this family. Am I really their child? Or was I just sent here to do whatever he told me to do?

It's never a no, and it's never a yes. I can't express myself, and even if I do, they never listen or acknowledge me.

I'm here too dad,

hear my voice and listen to me.

I started shaking, trying to hold back my tears, but they were accumulating on my eyes, causing blurry visions. I blinked my eyes open and felt a flood of tears rush out and down my cheeks. I sniff, reopening my wet eyes and staring at him, who is bothered as to why I was crying.

"Have you ever felt so lonely?" I spoke quietly enough for him to hear me. A tear falls to my lower lip, and I lick it away while softly smiling.

I cried, my cheeks reddened. "Or a sense of being silenced?"I asked, and he continued to squint his eyes at me. He remains silent in order to hear more.

"Because I do every day," I explained, closing my eyes and allowing more tears to flow.

My heart is pounding loudly, so I place my hand on my chest. I sniffed once more and swallowed hard. I reach over and take the dolphin statue in my hands as I stare at it. I'm looking at it with soulful eyes.

"Do you know what happens when you're silenced your entire life?" I asked, my gaze fixed on the dolphin.

"It messes with your confidence and ability to speak despite the fact that you have a mouth to talk. It's a constant buildup of range, sadness, and confusion "I explained to him how I felt every day.

As I looked up at him, and sniffed my nose. Lifting the dolphin up and turning it in my hands for him to see. "Would you like to know how it feels when that buildup reaches its limit?" I questioned, and he continued to observe me.

" It completely shatters you." I bit my lower lip as I wiped away a few more tears. I rose from my seat and slammed the statue into the desk, shattering it into a million pieces.

I looked up, wiped my tears, and smiled through my pain before returning my gaze to him. "I'm here too," my voice broke, wanting to cry but holding it together. As I felt my tears well up again, I scrunched my nose and shook.

"But I guess I'm not as important," I said, flapping my arms open and then back down. I scoffed, my gaze fixed on his wide eyes. He was taken aback as he looked at me, not expecting me to bluff on him. I swallowed, cleared my throat, and walked towards the door.

"Listen to me, Aria."

I turn around, shaking my head and staring at him. "No, I'm done listening. I want to be heard " I told him, and he stood up from his seat, his mouth slightly open, as if he didn't know what to say.

I pushed open the door and left him hanging. I grabbed my emergency purse and walked out the front door, my mother calling from behind me. I ignored her and continued walking, noticing Dylan still standing outside his car, smoking his cigarette. I came to a halt and sniffed my snotty nose as I stared at him.

He smiles and walks over to his back seat, opening the door for me to enter. I frowned slightly and turned around to look at my house, seeing that my mother had opened the door and was staring at us. I returned my gaze to him and sighed heavily, unable to take another step.

Dylan rolls his eyes and mumbles something under his breath as he walks over to me, tossing his cigarette to the ground. As he approached me and reached over, glancing down at me, I raised an eyebrow.

"Stubborn as hell," he hissed under his breath, and I was about to respond when he lean over and picked me up from the ground and over his shoulder. As he carried me towards his car, I widened my eyes, placing both hands on his shoulder and turning my head around.

" Put me down, you asswipe!" I yelled, smacking him on the back and listening to him chuckle as he ignored me.

"I mean it, if you don't put me down, I'll bruise not only your nose, but other parts of your body," I threatened, continuing to hit him.

He reaches for his car and lowers me into the back seat, both hands resting on my waist. His eyes were on me, smirking at what I said.

"Oh, yeah? Which part of the body?" He asked, trying to make it sound sexual. Before turning around to sit properly, I scrunched my nose and smacked his arm.

I noticed Hailey seated in the front with her mirror down, her eyes glaring at me as she watched the two of us.

Dylan doesn't leave and keeps staring at my side profile. "Are you okay?"He asked abruptly, and I frowned, not understanding why he asked and the serious tone in his voice.

"I'm not sure what you're talking about," I said flatly, trying to ignore him because I knew Hailey was watching my every move.

He reaches into his pocket and hands something to me; I looked down at my lap and noticed he was holding a clean tissue.

"You have snot on your nose," he said, and I covered my nose as I looked over at him with wide eyes.

He points his finger near his nose, indicating where my snot was. I quickly took the tissue and wiped my nose.

He leans in close, his hot breath tickling my ear. "You're still ugly when you cry," he says, leaning back and squeezing my cheeks between his fingers.

I gave him a look and finally cracked a smile.

"I don't think anyone has ever told you, but you have dickhead written on your forehead," I said, and he smiled and raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, yeah?" He asked, trying to appear genuinely shocked, and I nodded. "Prove it to me."

I smiled and pointed to my forehead to show him where it's written on his head.

Suddenly, I heard Hailey sigh in frustration. "Are we leaving or what?" She said this as she closed the mirror and looked out the window.

Dylan gives her a scathing look and rolls his eyes before shifting his weight away from me. He closes my door and gets into his car before driving away.

The entire ride was awkward and silent. Hailey kept touching his arm and urging him to touch her back, but he didn't. I remained extremely quiet in the back, rubbing my neck and reflecting on what he had said to me.

You're still ugly when you cry.

Did he know I was crying? My eyes are most likely red and swollen.

I look over and notice him looking back at me through the reer mirror. His dark brown eyes were fixed on me, darting to the road and back. I felt my cheeks flush as I averted my gaze, not wanting to look at him any longer.

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We arrived at Jay's house, which, to my surprise, was quite nice. From the outside, it appears to be a typical wealthy home, nothing out of the ordinary. We walk through the grates, and my gaze wanders to the backyard, where I see a large pool with people in it, some of whom are swimming.

Okay, perhaps not so simple.

Hailey sighs deeply as she looks over at the pool. "Why haven't you told me there would be a pool, Babe? I would have worn my bikini" She said this while pouting her big nude lips and staring at him with her big blue eyes.

"I didn't know you'd be the type to swim at pool parties," he replied, brushing her touch away from him as he walks away from us. She groans like a child and runs after him, her hands locked with his.

I truly hate being their third wheel. I'd be anyone's third wheel but apart from them.

As they enter, I walk towards them. I stood behind them, staring at everyone who was already out of their minds with alcohol. I wrinkled my brow and judged everyone.

I don't like to make judgements, but it just happens.

"Wow, you guys made it!" When I heard Jay's voice, I turned around.

He came up to us with open arms, first greeting Dylan with a bro hug. Hailey stands besides Dylan, wide-eyed, and steps forwards to greet Jay. Jay gives her a sidelong glance and ignores her presence as he turns to face me. He grinned broadly, his hazel green eyes gleaming at the sight of me.

"My favorite girl is here," he said as he approached me and wrapped his arm around my neck. I smiled, and my cheeks blushed. Looking up, I notice Dylan rolling his eyes at Jay.

Jay takes a step back and notices my outfit. "Don't tell me you weren't given enough time to change?" When he asked, I shrugged my shoulders.

"What other clothes are there? Her only clothing is her pajamas "Dylan said, and Hailey laughed. Jay and I exchanged glances with them.

Jay then taps the back of my arm. "Would you like to come up to my room?" I remained silent when he asked.

He notices my expression and body language, which indicate that I was uncomfortable when he asked me that question.

"I'm sorry, that was a stupid thing to say to a girl." He said it more to himself, frowning and clearing his throat.

He looks around, scratches his head, and pulls me away from the others. "If you're feeling uneasy or just want to be alone, you're always welcome to stay in my room," he said, looking me in the eyes. I smiled warmly, liking with what he said, but I wouldn't do it.

"Thank you very much, Jay. I appreciate it, but I believe I'll be fine here "I explained, and he nodded his head.

"Who's up for a game of truth or dare?" Hailey questioned, and Dylan looked at me with a grin on his face.

Prick, I know what he's thinking.

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There were only seven of us, and we were all seated in a circle. We only wanted a small group so that it wouldn't be too crowded. Hailey placed her hand on the bottle before spinning it, and I watched as it spun around and around. We were all nervously waiting to see who it would fall on.

The bottle slows down and it lands on Dylan.

Dylan closes his eyes and sighs heavily, whereas Hailey was so excited that it landed on him.

Hailey smiled broadly and turned to face him. "Truth or dare, Dylan"

He responded, "Truth," and she rolls her eyes, not wanting him to pick that.

"Do you find anyone else in this circle interesting besides me?" She asked, her stern eyes fixed on him, hoping him to say no.

He grins as he looks around the circle, which is filled with other girls. His dark gaze reaches over to mine and smirks.

He then returns his gaze to Hailey. " Yeah, I do," he said, causing Hailey's smile to fade and her gaze to fall blankly on him.

Of course he does.

"That is clearly a lie. Babe, you're supposed to tell the truth."

"I did tell the truth, there is someone else in this circle who I find interesting besides you," he replied, nodding his head and avoiding eye contact with her.

Hailey's face was gradually turning red, and she frowned at the other girls in this group. "What the hell, who is it??" She asked, glaring at the other girls before returning her gaze to him.

Dylan dismisses her and grabs the bottle, spinning it. He stares at it, curious as to who it will fall on. He clasped his hands together, as if he wanted it to go to someone he desired.

The bottle comes to a stop and lands on me.

I closed my eyes and sighed heavily. Of course, it'll reached me. I opened my eyes and looked at him; he smirked and rubbed his hands together, staring back at me.

"Snotty nose, truth or dare"

I could feel my cheeks burning as I gave him a cold look.

He kept talking."Make it fair so it can be fun, don't pick the truth again" He told me with his eyes that I still needed to do what he told me.

I sighed deeply and swallowed forcefully. "Fine, dare," I said, choosing that option as he smirked even more.

He takes a look around, pondering what the dare could be. He looks back at me, having deduced what it was.

"I dare you to swap clothes with the girl sitting next to you."

I frowned slightly, turning my head to the right and noticing the girl sitting next to me was dressed in a tight fitted black dress. My heart started racing because I didn't want to swap clothes with her.

"I'm not doing it," I said, shaking my head and refusing to participate in the dare.

Dylan raised an eyebrow at me and said, "It's a dare, and you have to."

Dylan gets a upset look from Jay. "Don't make her do it if she doesn't want to. Simply choose another dare for her to do "he said, shaking his head and then giving me an understanding look.

Dylan remains obstinate and shakes his head. "That's not how the game is played."

The girl next to me gets up to her feet and looks down at me. "It'll be easy," she assured me, smiling.

I scrunched my brow, of course she'll find it easy. "Of course you'll say that, it's much easier to change into a comfortable pajama than a tight-fitting dress," I grumbled. Everyone in the circle appears to be bored and waiting for something to happen.

" Aria, stop being such a shithead and just do the dare," Hailey shrieked, crossing her arms and rolling her eyes at me, already sick of my nonsense.

Jay shakes his head, annoyed that everyone was attacking me. "Don't listen to anyone, Aria. Don't do it if you don't want to "He said to me, staring at me, as if he wanted me to know it was fine if I didn't do the dare.

I remained silent, debating whether or not to accept the dare. The girl next to me is still standing there, waiting for me.

I sighed deeply and closed my eyes. "Fuck it, I'm going to do the stupid dare." I said this as I slowly stood up, seeing Dylan applauding on me for doing the dare.

Jay, on the other hand, does not appear to like the idea and stands up as well. I was following the girl from behind when I felt Jay grab my arm and stop me.

"You are not required to do it if you are uncomfortable. I'll spin the bottle, and we can begin again "Jay suggested, concerned that I was nervous about the dare, which I was.

I haven't worn a dress since that night....

It will hurt to see myself in a dress again, but I have to suck it up and finish this dare.

"It's okay, I just want to get this dare over with and for them to shut up about it," I said, returning my gaze to the circle and noticing Dylan staring at us. I smiled at Jay and followed the girl up the stairs. Jay had told us to change in his room, which we did.

Few moments later.

The girl had already removed her dress and was dressed in my pajamas. She smiled and turned to face me. I haven't even put on her dress yet.

Her dress is perfect; it is simply stunning. It's the flashbacks that bother me.

"Would you like me to wait for you?" When she asked, I grabbed her dress from the ground and placed it in my hand.

"No, it's fine, you can go," I said, and she shrugged before leaving me alone in Jay's room. Everyone cheered her as she descended the stairs, making a lot of noise.

I keep staring at the dress, remembering that night. I wore a dress to feel pretty, but it quickly destroyed me. I never looked at the dresses the same way again, and I never wore them again. I'm afraid