Chapter 17. Punishment

I felt so sick as we stepped into the house. My father was silent. I squinted at the light in the lounge as we entered. My father closed the door behind me. I was waiting for some sort of punishment from him. I just didn't like what Tristan had said to my father, that I should be carried because that felt like he was disgusted with me. Well...I don't blame him. I do feel disgusting with myself, especially with what I was wearing.

"Sit down," he demanded, and I sat down on the sofa. He walked to the recliner which was across from me. I took a deep breath. "Why did you do this?" he asked as he held my gaze. He was clearly disappointed in me.

"Cris wanted to go and I didn't want to go. I wasn't going to have her go alone, so I went. What I am wearing was her idea. She put out these clothes for me and I was going to wear them for modeling, but after this event, I don't think I want to look at these clothes anymore because I feel disgusted. I drank T