A Boy Asked Me to Dance at Prom Because No One Else Would Due to My Scars – The Next Day, His Parents and Officers Showed up at My Door
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We bought a dress, curled my hair, and I spent an hour doing makeup that mostly covered the scars on my neck.
But the second I walked into prom, I regretted attending.
The gym looked beautiful. Lights hung from the ceiling, and music blasted through the speakers. But all my classmates were taking photos, dancing, and laughing without me, as if I didn’t exist.
I stood alone near the drinks table, pretending to text people who weren’t texting me.
After almost an hour, I was ready to leave.
Then Caleb walked over.
I regretted attending.
When we reached my house, we stood awkwardly on the porch steps.
“Thanks for tonight,” I said.
Caleb shoved his hands into his pockets and nodded.
Then he looked at me seriously and said, “I’ll see you.”
We said our goodbyes, then he walked away.
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The following morning, loud banging shook the front door.
I came downstairs half asleep and immediately froze.
We stood awkwardly on the porch steps.
My mom had answered, and I saw her talking to the police.
I walked closer and saw that beside them on our porch were Caleb’s parents.
Everyone turned towards me.
A knot formed in my stomach.
One of the officers stepped forward. “Cindy, when was the last time you saw Caleb?”
“Last night after prom.”
“Did he say where he was going afterward?”
I shook my head slowly. “No. Why? Officer, did something happen?”
The officers exchanged glances.
Everyone turned towards me.
The others looked at him judgmentally.
“What?” Drew shrugged. “We all know they’re secretly dating.”
That came as a surprise to me.
“I just need to talk to him.”
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