A Werewolf'd Past And Present novel Chapter 36

At this point I was quickly walking backwards back towards the door, but Micah saw me and took my arm while Hannah took the other one.

"No you don't," she said as she dragged me back into the middle of the store.

"Kill me," I whispered in horror, and all the girls did was laugh.

I was finally thrown into a fitting room with and arm full of dresses that I was never going to try on in my life. I put the clothing on the hooks on the wall and whipped out my phone and quickly dialed up Logan.

"Max?" Logan's voice rang through.

"Logan, you gotta save me. They're trying to get me into a dress. A fucking dress!" I whisper yell, trying not to let Geena hear me.

"You're going to me fine, this is probably your last store anyway. I have something to tell you when you get back anyway," he replied.

"But...."

"See you when you get home." And he hung up.

I groaned and turned back to the dress, knowing I will have to at least try on one to make the girls somewhat satisfied. I sifted through the colors and styles.

I came across one that was a dark purple. I held it up to me in the mirror and saw that it was strapless and had a sweetheart neckline, the fabric stopped right above my knee and had a slight flare out at the waist. I had to admit it was pretty, but I don't know how it would actually look on me.

I stripped out of my clothes and slipped into the dress and tried my best at zipping it up by myself. I turned around to look in the mirror and was slightly amazing by my appearance. It fit my body well and didn't look horrible. What I didn't like about it was the fact it showed a lot a skin, meaning a lot of my scars were being shown.

I sighed as I opened up the dressing room door and the my three friends just stop and look up at me. All their eyes widened.

"Do i look that bad?" I questioned, I thought I looked pretty good.

"No! you look amazing!" Hannah rushed.

"You actually look like a girl!" Micah squealed.

"Wow," Geena said amazed.

"I will not be disrespected by any prisoner!" he yelled again digging his dagger deeply down my bicep. I grunted as the pain increased my the second. Ripping, tearing of the muscles in my arm, the blood rushing down my arm rapidly.

"Well, you're going to have to work on that. Maybe trying to be nicer?" I seethed through clenched teeth.

He yelled out and kicked me in the stomach and then punched me in the face and I was unconscious.

I was being shaken awake by Geena. She had concern written across her face and I just shook my head telling her I didn't want to talk about it. I looked out the window and noticed we were back home.

I gave a small yawn as I got out of the car following the other girls. I grabbed some of the bags from the trunk and went inside where the guys were lounging on the couch watching TV.

"So I was being tortured and all of you dipshits were here watching TV. Great to know I have people I can rely on!" I yelled playfully as I walked towards the steps so I could put all my new, and slightly hated, clothes in my room.

"Oh how I missed the anger of Max," Jacob said from behind me. If I wasn't holding as much crap as I was, I would've gone back and kicked him the sun doesn't shine.

I heard footsteps following me and I already knew they were Logan's. I finally made it to Logan's room and all but threw all my stuff on the floor in the corner, not going to bother putting it away tonight.