14 is it my punishment?

Monica didn't mind to dress in an apple green off-shoulder dress. Her heels hurt from the pressure of walking around herroom. Her hair grazes on top of her hip curves as her eyes fluttered open with a soft sigh. She practically know that she have disobeyed his request but that's all she can afford for his gloomy attitude. She debated with herself whether to go with the white dress or the green one. But she does the complete opposite to annoy her by choosing the green one. Soon, the sound of the boots came to her ears as she sat with her face straight.

His glare made her jump but she didn't. Monica sat there chanting the only prayer she knew. God helps her to turn into ashes. "You didn't wear what I requested" his voice gave her a hint of whiskey talk. He can't even handle two glass of whiskey? What he can handle is his obscene behaviour. He tugs his phone into his pocket as Monica ignores his existence. "I owe an answer, sweetheart!" She nearly topple with the way he calls her even if