Shiksa Goddess 5

Long hair pulled up neatly into a bun, nails with intricately painted on designs, and make-up. And a simple white dress with matching white heels that all came together on a single being. Mother. A memory of someone so broken. A forced laugh. Act natural. Be perfect. Oh, what words they were so strict on the tongue. Words she will never hear in that voice again.

The longing for a comforting pat on the head, one that meant a hug was soon to come. A father who was not natural enough, too stressed from the harsh reality of it all. He was the idea of comfort, the body of love. And now it was all gone.

A memory.

All Bebe was left with now were the sirens, the voices, and the eyes. So many eyes. Why were they so concerned? Didn't they have families? There were so many voices, whispers. All wondering what had happened. All being too damn noisy.

Bebe looked up and was now face to face with Wendy who had made her way through the crowd. She brushed a curl away from Bebe's forehead and said words Bebe couldn't make out. Bebe could tell Wendy was shaken up, she was in tears. She reached up and brushed her best friend's tears away. Pulling her into a hug she saw the crowd of people. The eyes. Everything seemed to be moving so slow. The crowd, the voices, the noise. All moving so slow. Until everything went black.

A vision, foggy and outdated, appeared. Bebe was off in the distance watching a younger version of herself standing on top of the couch.

"I," Her voice rang loudly with no fear, "declare you my servant," she pointed to her mother, "and you my king," she said to her father.

"Can't I be the jester," Her mother played along with the child's game.

"Oh," Her father smiled, "You're just jealous I get to be king."

Bebe laughed at her younger self while the scene changed. A vase was knocked onto the floor and her mother was crying, yelling at young Bebe over the broken vase. Her younger self was crying. Her father walked into the room and her mother went on in rage over what had happened. He sighed to himself and walked over to Bebe who was crying next to the damage.

"Hey, beautiful," He pushed her frizzy blonde hair behind her ears, "why don't you go up to your room so I can clean this up. We don't want you to get hurt now, do we?"

Her mother stomped away, mumbling to herself as her father lifted young Bebe to her feet.

"You're not in any trouble, sweetie," He told her, pulling her into a hug.

The image of her father's face slowly faded into darkness, but the feeling of having her forehead stroked remained. Unfamiliar noises were heard in the background before Bebe opened her eyes.

"Dad?"

The first voice she could make out wasn't her father's, it was Wendy, "You scared me, Bebe!" But she wasn't the one touching her hair.

Bebe looked up to see Kyle and in return he said, "Hey, you passed out there."

"Where am I?" Bebe asked.

"Hell's Pass," Wendy answered, "You kind of freaked everyone out there."

"And," The image of her mom crying and screaming came into her mind, "Mom?"

Wendy grabbed her best friend's hand, "She's," she choked out unable to finish her sentence.

Bebe nodded slowly in response.

Wendy cleared her throat, "You will be staying with me for now, and don't question it Missy." She forced out a smile.

"Okay."

"I'm going to tell my mom you're awake," Wendy said with a reassuring squeeze to the hand before getting up.

Bebe watched her walk away before turning back to Kyle.

"Are you," He was still stroking her hair, "okay?"

"You're my king," Bebe almost whispered.

Kyle's smile was sad as he nodded and said, "Sure, but what does that make Ingrid?"

Bebe took no time to answer, "The jester."

Okay. Wow. Pointless short chapter. Gracias for the reviews and stuff because I have no idea where this story is headed, so if you want to throw out ideas then just tell me. It's a free for all and can end any way at this point. I still haven't decided if I want a sad, happy, or bittersweet ending.

What I do know is how I want Bebe's character to be and how she's going to change. Anyways, thank you very very much and the next chapter should be up after I finish the piles of work I'm currently avoiding.