Faces In The Closet Novels & Stories

I yanked open the door and slipped inside, closing it behind me with a soft click. The closet was dim and filled with the musty smell of old supplies, but it was a sanctuary from the prying eyes and judgmental glares. I slid down the wall, pulling my knees to my chest as the tears I’d tried so hard to hold back finally flowed freely. The humiliation of the encounter with Rex and Jenna, combined with the unsettling situation with Stefan, overwhelmed me.

Heart’s eyes widened. “But without this, I can’t see your beautiful face up close.” Cullen whispered and his face was leaning closer on hers. Heart looked away. “No, I am not beautiful. My face is full of freckles. I am so ugly.” Heart said. Cullen then chuckled a little and grabbed her face with his one hand.

I smiled at them. Then I asked the question in my mind yesterday, “Do you guys know who owns the clothes in the closet?” They exchanged looks and suddenly started laughing, “They are yours Mistress Audrey,” The blonde one said while the rest recovered. I faked an awkward giggle pretending like I wasn't embarrassed and headed for the closet, I picked a red fancy pantsuit and black heels to match. There was an expensive makeup kit there too so I decided to make use of it. I did my make-up and I was pleased with myself when I looked in the mirror, they thought they could break me but they'd forgotten I'm my mother's daughter.

The leader clapped her hands once. “If she can even manage to look decent in them.” The younger assistant snickered as they rolled the empty racks back out. “Enough! Let’s go.” the leader snapped though her eyes glinted with the same mean humor. The door shut behind them leaving the faint smell of fabric and perfume behind. I stood in the middle of the room staring at the closet they’d stuffed. My throat ached from holding everything in. I wanted to scream, to smash the racks and to set fire to the stiff ugly clothes they thought were good enough to suffocate me.

Someone who sees you, said the quiet part of my mind. I pressed my lips together and looked away from that thought. I hung the dress carefully on the hook on the back of my closet door — not inside, where it might crease — and then I did something I almost never did. I went back to the mirror and really looked. Not quickly, not with the habitual flinch that had become second nature. I stood in front of it in my robe with the morning light coming through the curtains and I looked at my own face for a long, honest moment.

The room was stunning, decorated in rich colors and textures. A large bed dominated the space, with luxurious linens and an array of pillows that seemed to invite relaxation. A massive walk-in closet stood to one side, its doors slightly ajar. I hadn’t paid attention or noticed this other wardrobe before, when I’d looked into the empty closet earlier. Curiosity stirred within me as I walked over, peering inside. What awaited me was nothing short of overwhelming. The closet was filled with a vast array of clothing—everything from casual wear to elegant dresses and, yes, seductive pieces that made my cheeks flush with embarrassment.

Jack posed a threat to my life. Tick-tock says the time, Mr. Jack paced round the room, I believed he was carefully structuring how to deal with me. He went to his cabinet, I don't know what he was doing anyways but when he was done, he looked at me scornfully and flung his new Jacket on my face. The smell of his perfume penetrated deep into my nose and I was choked by it. The scent was familiar, so I rushed to take the jacket away from my face and dumped it on the bed. Mr. Jack picked his jacket up, wore it, and walked to the door. "Stubborn cat! The room is all yours, suit yourself. I am off to grab a glass of wine with my friends," he said and slammed the door to my face without looking b

Before I knew it, he approached me, closing the distance between us, forcefully pulling me into the closet. I shifted away from him, observing as he rummaged through the clothes, searching for a suitable replacement. Eventually, he produced a black lace gown that would hug my curves, cascading down to the floor. However, when he turned to face me, I had already slipped out of the closet and back into the room. I watched as his face paled, his frustration growing. "Would you come right here!" He yelled at me, and reluctantly, I approached him, careful to maintain a safe distance.

I went into my room, I locked my door and went towards my wardrobe, I stripped myself naked first and took my face wipes, I wiped my face throughly, the face make over is already making me feel uncomfortable, I felt so stressed, I have never ever being this stressed in a while! The fact that I needed to smile sheepishly and pretend to be happy when deep down in my heart I’m truly not happy.

But before she could glimpse at anything, she immediately ran out of the closet, yelling at him for been a pervert. Zayn walk out of the closet in grey sweatpants and plain white shirt, grinning at his wife who has tainted neck and cheek. She adjust her dove hijab before walking into the closet to change. She wore a cotton nightdress and tying her head neatly with lighter dove hijab, before leaving the closet to join him on the bed but she turn around to face the other side, their backs facing each other.