"Put it on", Brad spits out angrily. "I'm not losing my girlfriend on her terms. You put it on right now", he nearly whispering.
"No way! What the hell that's not even her anymore probably. I don't know what it is, but I'm not putting it..." I start to reply.
Brad reaches out quickly and grabs my throat. His fingers cutting off my airflow as he whispers in my ear, "put the bitch suit on now.. or I snap your neck and your mother's too. I've just lost my girlfriend, I'm getting nabbed for breaking and entering... you think I give a shit about making it worse!" He practically spits in my ear.
I feel his grip tighten as he throws me to the side by my closet near the bodysuit. My breathes coming in ragged gasps as I struggle to get my breath. I can hear my mother banging on the door still as Brad steps over to keep it closed. I crawl on my bruised thigh over to the weird Patricia suit and begin to pull it over feeling it's unnaturally real warm feel. It feels as if she is still alive if only deflated. I can see the insides of her flesh between the zipper writhing and undulating as I pull it closer. My eyes darting away from it to Brad who looks at me furiously... as if planning to remind me why I have to put it on.