This wasn’t the plan it’s not suppose to be like this. She dreamt of this night since she was a little girl. A dance a slow dance with smiles and laughter’s with close friends. She spent days picking a dress needing it to be perfect. His hormones are to blame he wouldn’t have ripped it intentionally. A year of babysitting pay wasted on tattered and torn lace. Her hair took over an hour a purple ribbon tied in a bow. She says it’s her fault her actions teased him. Now the ribbon’s untied and her hairs a tangled mess. She bought new makeup her lips were cherry red. Plush swollen and sore her lips now shake in fear. Her tears carve a path where foundation once was. The corsage on her wrist placed gently by his hands. Once a symbol of his love now serve only as a mask. It hides her bruised wrists and the marks of his violation.