Shiksa Goddess 1
"I eat boys up, breakfast and lunch. Then when I'm thirsty I drink their bl-" Bebe reaches over and shuts off the Kesha song blaring out of her alarm. Sitting up, she scratches the back of her head and stretches. It was five in the morning. School didn't start until eight, but she always got a head start on her day. She was a very busy girl.
Stepping out of bed, Bebe turns on her television and switches to the weather channel. She goes to the bathroom before walking right back in stepping onto her treadmill. The machine is just one of the perks of being an only child. And she has a room big enough to fit that along with her king sized bed. She warms-up with some walking before starting her stationary run. It's way too cold outside to enjoy a nice jog outside, and especially so early in the morning.
Five-fifty is the time she finally stops. She always gets in forty-five minutes worth of running into her morning before starting anything else. Bebe flips off the TV after hearing it's going to be the coldest it's been in months. Not something she's looking forward to because it does horrors to her hair and skin. She picks out her clothes, setting them aside on her bed, and starts up the shower.
The warm water hitting her skin makes her sigh out of relief. Twenty minutes go by and out she steps, cleaner and refreshed. She fixes her hair, blow drying it until her curls are the style she wants. Today she'll wear a headband. Going back into her room, Bebe looks down at the clothes on her bed. A simple pair of white jeans and a yellow sweater is what her wardrobe is today. She'll also be wearing her bright red snow coat and boots to fight her way to school. Looking the best she possibly can, however. She sits down at her mirror and takes her time putting make-up on. Simple for school, making it look like she didn't try looking perfect, spending half an hour covering up freckles and a few acne scars that have yet to fade. She finishes her morning prep with a spritz of perfume and putting on her rings. Bebe checks herself over in the mirror before heading downstairs for breakfast.
She turns on a pot of coffee for her parents and pulls out the blender to make a smoothie. And that is what usually wakes up her parents. However, this morning seems much quieter than usual. The pot of coffee is ready and neither her mother nor father has come downstairs to complain about the blender while grabbing a cup. Bebe waves it off, pouring her fruit smoothie into a glass. She walks into the living room and turns on the TV to the local news. It's not even seven yet so she has time to enjoy her breakfast.
It's also minutes before any signs of her parents are heard. Her mom is the first to come downstairs, looking a little worse for wear. Her usually perfect hair is disheveled and she has yet to change out of her pajamas.
"Yeesh, Mom, you feeling alright?" Bebe commented only to get a glare her way.
Her father comes downstairs shortly after causing the atmosphere to become uncomfortable. What makes Bebe's stomach drop, though, was the suitcase her dad hauled down with him.
"Uh," She managed to mumble out, "what's going on?"
Her father set down the luggage and took a seat next to her on the sofa. Reaching out, he brushed a fallen curl behind Bebe's ear, "My beautiful daughter," he almost whispered, "I'm sorry." He kissed her forehead.
Bebe let out a start of a laugh, stopping herself to say, "Dad, you're scaring me."
"I'm so sorry," He repeated into her hair. "Listen," He pulled away, "if you need me just call. I'm going out for a while."
Tears began to form in her eyes. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. This had to be all her mom's fault. They were arguing pretty bad last night, but Bebe didn't think it was enough for him to just leave like this.
"For how long?" She choked out.
Her dad pulled her into a hug, stroking her back, "Sweetheart, I'm sorry, okay?" And with that he stood up, grabbing his luggage he headed for the door.
Bebe quickly took after him, "Dad, I made coffee." Her words were shaky, on the brink of falling apart. But she wasn't going to she was stronger than that.
He paused, holding his hand above the doorknob, "I love you, beautiful," he said before opening up the door.
And with that he was gone.
Bebe stood in front of the now closed door, still fighting away tears. This wasn't happening. It was just a dream. But it all felt too real. And it was real.
She headed for the kitchen where her mom sat at the table with her mug of coffee in her hands. "How could you let that happen?" Bebe demanded.
Her mom sighed, standing up to walk to the cupboard. She pulled out a bottle of bourbon and poured a gracious amount into her coffee. "Don't snap at me," she finally said as she sat down.
Frustrated, Bebe knocked her mother's coffee mug off of the table making it crash onto the floor. "What did you do?"
Rubbing her hand through her bleached blonde hair, her mom stood back up, "Me? Why the hell are you blaming me?" Her volume increased with each word, "Now let me tell you that sometimes things happen. It's not my fault!" Tears escaped from her eyes, but she turned her head away so Bebe wouldn't see. "Clean up the mess," She finished, leaving to go back upstairs.
And she left Bebe to clean up the shattered mug off of the floor. Holding back tears in order to not ruin her make-up; she wasn't going to let this get to her. Because she was a very busy girl.
This is the start of a fairly short story. Because I have things to do, so what better way to avoid them than write fanfiction. Great idea.
Anyway this will be KyBe because I think they are adorable.
And I hope you like it.
