Chapter 45: Heather’s Backstory: Alone
Heather sighed before she opened the door to her room. Her parents were away. Again. Even though they had promised to be there at her high school graduation, she wasn't surprised at their absence. The only difference this time was the fact that they didn't even bother with an excuse. Just like all her birthdays, graduations, and even Christmases, they were never around. However, they always had some excuse as to why they couldn't make it.
However, this time, they didn't even try to do that much. She didn't even know why she thought they might have actually showed up. At the very least, it would have been nice to see someone in the audience who cared about her, but she had to admit, even if they were in the audience, would that have meant they cared about her or would they have been there because it was expected? Regardless, it still hurt deeply.
Heather sighed as she started to slowly take her clothing off, trying to push the pain away that came up whenever she let herself think about it. She had worn a white button up blouse with a royal blue blazer and matching pencil skirt, as those were the school's colors. She'd gotten them especially for this day since her school had stopped using the graduation gowns for whatever reason, but now she wondered why she had even bothered. However, she still put the blazer and skirt on a hanger, because why should she not take care of it? Maybe she would have some use for it later on.
It wasn't until her blouse slid down her arms after she finished unbuttoning it and landed in a pile on the floor that her tears started to fall. She'd hoped for so long that if she studied hard enough that her parents would finally accept her. They had always promised if her grades were high enough that she would be able to make them proud.
Even when the entire school had turned against her because she'd left everyone so far behind academically, she held onto the hope that her parents would accept her. One day. What that would look like, she figured she'd never know.
It was clear to her that there wasn't anything of value about her to her parents. As she removed her bra, she even had to accept that the fact that it was way too small for her, given it was a 34B when her actual size was a 36D, wasn't because they were too busy to pay attention to her or even see how much she'd grown, but rather because they didn't have time or care to realize what sizes she really needed.
In fact, the only clothing that actually fit her properly was clothing she'd used her own money to purchase. Not that she ever received that much to begin with.
Even her own panties felt tight because of them being the wrong size. So, as she took them off, she felt like maybe what was wrong with her was the fact that she didn't fit here. Maybe her clothing being too small for her was a sign from either some higher power or the universe itself or... something that she didn't belong here.
She could have used some of the money her parents gave her as an allowance, but with how little that amount was and how she preferred getting something that she could wear when she needed to go to the library or just to be comfortable relaxing at home in. After all, even though most of what her parents got her in the way of clothing, especially underwear, was too small, it still fit without any real problems. Generally it was a size or two too small, so she tried to ignore it as best as she could. On the rare occasion she would get something that would fit, but largely because someone at the store messed up and marked it as the wrong size.