Get In The Ring, Daddy.
🦪 DORA 🦪
I pull down my soaked shorts and underwear, before reaching for my tank top, then I turn off the shower and head straight into the room to get something on.
My dress is just like my mood, something simple yet complicated. I didn’t bother brushing my hair; I just put it in a rough bun. It’s not a bad idea to look as miserable as I feel. Without glancing at the mirror, I already know I look terrible, even wounds from the last fight I didn't treat have turned purple and ugly. I reach for the door handle, and Dale’s voice echoes in the hall. “Dora… open up, we need to talk.”