Shiksa Goddess 7

A dry mouth, pain in her knee, and an even worse pain in her head were all the things Bebe could feel before even opening her eyes. She knew once she sat up that every bone in her body would ache from sleeping on the couch. And she could already feel the nausea bubbling up in the pit of her stomach. Slowly, she sat up not wanting to cause any more damage to her already beaten up body. She opened her eyes and did everything in her power to avoid the sunlight coming in from the window. Bebe stumbled into the kitchen and poured a glass of cold water. Leaning against the fridge, she slid to the ground.

Everything from the previous night was a blur. She remembered going to Clyde's house. She remembered losing Kyle in the crowd of reckless teenagers and smoke. And she remembered stumbling out of Kenny's beat up truck mumbling some half-hearted thank you for the ride home.

Looking down at her knee she saw the beginnings of a bruise, all swollen and discolored. Staring at the nicked skin in the center of the bruise came the faint memory of falling onto something. Bebe chose not to think about it because the last three months had been a wreck. Ever since she broke down in front of Kyle, showing how not so perfect she was Bebe slowly felt her life falling apart. Even though she just found out about her full ride to the college of her choice, and even though she still had Kyle and Wendy and a select few who looked out for her she still felt messed up. But she wasn't going to admit that. And if that meant surrounding herself with wild parties full of drugs and alcohol then so be it. She had partied more in the past few months than she had in her party days freshman year. Anything to keep away the feeling of being alone.

But she was still alone.

All alone, the girl in red sitting on her kitchen floor in the outfit from the night before. All alone, the girl with the curls, frizzy from a night of heavy drinking and dancing. The girl all alone. She was left behind by her father and mother, and all the family and friends that could have been. And it was all in hopes of making her stronger, but only it left her with nothing within. A sob story that she wasn't ready to whine about for maybe this was the beginning. The prelude to the harsh life ahead.

From her bra she felt her phone vibrate jumping her out of her head. She scrolled through the missed texts from her boyfriend and her best friend. The one's from Wendy were all angry, annoyed with whatever Bebe did last night. But Kyle only sent concerned texts making everything seem alright.

Bebe rubbed the sleep out of her eyes not caring about the already severely smeared make-up that now took up the right side of her face. She sent a text to both Kyle and Wendy saying that she was okay.

After letting the nausea subside she got up to take a much needed shower, skipping out on her workout. She was already going to be late to school because partying on a Thursday night was the smartest decision.

But Bebe hasn't been in the greatest of moods for smart decisions. Sleep deprivation seeps through her, and she is still hungover. Her body aches from working too much, and every inch of her mind is racing with bad thoughts. All thoughts about trying to escape the work, leaving all the hardships behind. To live a life as a vagabond with no money, with only stories. But the freelancer lifestyle was never something she could do. Bebe has always stayed true to her code of hard work and fitting into the lifestyle society wants her to be.

And besides what is losing a few friends in high school going to do? What's losing a mother? What's losing a father? They are all but possessions that are acquired to become the perfect human being. And Bebe is an adult, old enough to take care of herself.

Right?

Bebe got out of the shower and got dressed with a few minutes left to put on make-up. She grabbed her bag before opening the front door. But on the other side of the door wasn't someone she was expecting to see.

There, in a button-up and slacks and now greying hair stood her father. He looked up at her, nervously pushing his glasses up, and almost whispered, "Hey."


Finals are kicking my butt right now, but here's some poop I spilled out. Now the real question is if her father coming back is good or bad? And what happened with the puppies? And why all the partying?

Well the partying is more of a lonely thing that I stole from personal experience. A form of self-destruction through outlets not healthy in large doses.

Anyway thank you, lovelies.