Brittney trots down the stairs into the living room, feeling like a million bucks. Her hair was curled, her makeup was done to perfection, and she had on her nicest outfit: a tight dress that accentuated her curvy body, the fabric hugging her in all the right places. She had spent hours getting ready, obsessing over her image as she covered up every flaw on her face and tried on half her wardrobe to find the perfect outfit for her date tonight.

She was excited for tonight. She had met a man online, Ron, who had paid her sweet compliments and promised to treat her like a princess. They had chatted for a few days, and he had finally invited her to meet him at a luxurious hotel. He had gone all out, booking a suite and planning an evening that he described as unforgettable. The thought of the coming night and the totally awesome sex that was surely to follow filled Brittney with excitement.

Before Brittney could reach the bottom of the steps, she stops in her tracks at the sight of her stepdad’s angry expression. His face is twisted with rage, eyes narrowed and lips pressed into a thin line. Her face drops, her heart sinking in her chest as she prepares for his bullshit.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going, dressed like a two dollar whore?” His words were sharp, each syllable designed to cut through Brittney.

She hesitates, swallowing thickly as she forces herself to meet his gaze. “I was just going out with my friends.” Her voice comes out timidly, barely above a whisper. She knew better than to piss him off more. It only made things worse. So if she kept a level head he’d leave her alone. Hopefully.

“You are?” He asked sarcastically, snorting at her mockingly. “Since when did I tell you that you could go out? Get your ass back to your room.” He demanded, narrowing his eyes at Brittney.

Brittney’s face contorted with anger, her eyes narrowing as her brows furrowed deeply. She suddenly exploded, her voice escalating to a shrill shriek. “What? No!” Her voice echoed through the house.