Shiksa Goddess 4

Keeping a secret is like playing a game where all the rules are precise, and one misstep will end you back into the dog pound. Some secrets should never be heard. But some secrets shouldn't be hidden from the world. But in this game of secrets, so delicately displayed, each person holds onto their piece praying that it doesn't drop.

Bebe awoke to the sound of her Kesha alarm clock, as she did every weekday morning. Except this morning was different for today was December twenty-fifth, Christmas day, the most joyful season of the year. Or it was supposed to be. Ever since her father had walked out, Bebe had rarely seen her mom. Bebe's mother had taken a liking to her room as the days passed. It got to the point where she was forced to check on her to make sure her mother was eating enough. The house had become cold, when it used to be so warm during the harsh winter holiday. What once was a wonderful, family-oriented day had become such a dull and depressing thing that was wished to be undone.

Her mother was in hiding from the town. That was all she cared about though, her reputation. She wanted the town to think that she was on vacation with her husband. Her daughter could take care of herself (of course she could with the money her father was sending her). Everything was going downhill since Bebe's father had left. Everything except Kyle.

Kyle had lifted Bebe's spirits. He was there and he made sure that she was happy. Ever since that kiss behind the school she had managed to let go. And she let him in. But no further than the front steps of her house. She always managed to get rid of him before inviting him into her home.

Home. That would be something she would enjoy coming back to. But this, this was no home. This was a prison. The days that she counted until she could be set free were falling short. She would be free once graduation hit. But until then she was stuck in this constant lie. No father, no mother, no home. She was just left with the small hope that maybe she might be able to escape this shit town. The town where nothing makes sense. Not even the people she could fall in love with.

Not in love. No. There was no such thing as love.

But then why was it that Kyle was standing at her front door, in such horrible weather? And why did his ugly, green car sit outside of her house consuming all the space it managed? And could somebody tell her why this Jewish boy was holding a Christmas gift in his hands for her?

She didn't have an answer.

In his hands Kyle held a square box, wrapped in colorful paper fit for the holiday. Whether that was his personal taste or the only wrapping paper he owned, though, was questionable. Bebe held her hands out, reaching for the present with haste, "thanks," on her part. She thought about closing the door, but that just didn't seem right, especially after such a nice gesture on his part. Hesitantly, Bebe invited Kyle into her house.

As he entered the house he looked around, taking in the wall decorations and bookshelf that sat at the entrance. Bebe led the way and Kyle took in his surroundings of family pictures and paintings by nobodies trying to be something. Bebe had set up a few Christmas decorations in hopes of bringing out her mother, but to no avail. She cautiously watched Kyle take a seat on the leather couch before sitting down next to him.

"Merry Christmas," He smiled at her, placing a kiss on her cheek. "You gonna open it?" He asked.

Bebe smiled, looking down at the gift. She pulled away at the paper and lifted the top to the box. Lying inside were white gloves, simple enough to go with almost every outfit she owned. "These are amazing," Her smile widened.

Kyle removed his hat displaying his bright red hair, "I hope they're alright."

Bebe gave him a peck on the lips, "I love them."

Kyle looked around the living room, "I heard your parents were on vacation."

The game of secrets.

"Yeah," Bebe smiled as she let the lie slip through her lips, "they've always wanted to go to Caribbean". It was all about her image. Perfect little stories that her mother trained into her head, and she allowed herself to get caught up in all of them.

"And you're here," He paused, suddenly looking uncomfortable, "alone?"

"I still have to clean up the house a bit, but I'm going over to Wendy's for dinner." Bebe kept a smile on her face. How easy this secret game was for she had no other plans then to watch movies and eat chips all day.

"Well," Kyle forced out, "your house is plenty clean so just come over to my place for a bit. It's really quiet in here and it's Christmas."

Bebe looked at one of the picture frames of her family, in the background a Christmas Carol could be heard, and she smiled, "I would like that."

Secrets, they can destroy everyone. But Bebe wasn't going to let them destroy her. She wanted to enjoy herself, and if her mother was going to mope around in the house on such a family-oriented holiday then so be it. She would do so. And she did. She was greeted into the Brofloski home with warmth and comfort. They were caring and considerate, but most of all loud. Bebe couldn't help herself from laughing along with them.

As the day soon became night she made an excuse to stay at the house. She didn't want to leave. But by midnight she was dropped off at her house, standing alone in all of its dark glory. She kissed Kyle goodbye and made her way upstairs to check on her mother. Her secret. She knocked on the door before opening it. But what stood in the middle wasn't a sight she wanted to see.

Christmas day, a family-oriented holiday. And she had left her only family member alone. There she was hanging from a rope, dressed in her Sunday best. Her mother. The woman that gave birth to her. The woman that raised her to be the strong woman she was today. How weak she looked now. How fragile. How…

Alone.

She was alone.

Wow. Okay. Totally not the original path I was going to take but spur of the moment I did it. And it happened. And I don't know where this story is headed. But stick through the shit plot and writing and maybe we'll end up at a good place.

Anyway thank you for the favorites, likes, and comments. I enjoy em all. And hugs and kisses for those putting up with this. I love you all.