Shiksa Goddess 6

They say that each time you remember something you change a small detail. So that memory becomes less of the truth each time you think about it. But that doesn't stop the reality. It is still the same memory with all the same smells, sights, and sounds. It just becomes a little foggier to the mind.

That wasn't the case when Bebe entered her house for the first time in over a week. It was the new year and after spending time with Wendy and her family she felt it was okay to go back home before school started again. They had helped her with so much of the funeral planning, and had no trouble inviting her to stay after Bebe told them the truth about her parents. But she could not do that to them. She had to start taking care of herself. She applied for all the jobs she could think of and had luckily gotten one at Tweek Bros (which was mostly due to the fact that the Tweek boy was infatuated with her). That gave her a little backbone for upcoming bills. She would just have to manage her time and money wisely if she were to be her only provider. Legally, she was no longer a child so that was a good thing when it came to working and living alone.

She walked into the cold house, expecting something to be different. But nothing had changed. The pictures were still on the walls, and the present Kyle had gotten her was still sitting on the coffee table. Bebe set down her keys and walked up the stairs, tracing the wall with her fingertips as she went. She turned on the heater before going into her room. Tossing down her bag full of unwashed clothes, she went straight for her bed. And before she knew it she passed out.

Bebe woke up at five in the morning and started her usual routine. She exercised and showered all before leaving to pick up Wendy. At the house Wendy's mother asked again if Bebe wanted to live with them, and again Bebe refused.

At school people didn't talk to her. They talked about her, just not directly to her. The small town had found a topic and rumors began to spread. Wendy had walked next to her and fought off the stares up until Kyle walked up. He grabbed her by the hand and walked through the hallways leading her to the back of the school.

"The King demands to know why the Queen is at the hell-hold today," Kyle attempted to make his voice deeper.

Bebe smirked at him, "If they want to talk then let them talk." She walked back into the direction of the school.

Kyle sighed, stopping her from entering the school, "Bebe, it's okay to take some time off."

"Kyle," she mocked back, "I'm fine. Now let me get to class before I'm late."

"I didn't ask you if you were fine, but yeah, get to class." Kyle looked down at the snow.

Bebe went up to kiss his cheek, "You were asking, so trust me. I am okay."

They smiled at each other, both a little unsure about the other. But they let those feelings go in order to get to class.

The entire day was spent with people avoiding Bebe. Wendy had told her to ignore them, but when Red and a few other friends purposely sat away from her then she knew it was troublesome. She made an attempt to continue her day, but each passing hour just made her increasingly exhausted. By cheer practice she felt worn down, but continued to lead the team in whatever the coach wanted. Everything felt so menial. Is this how her mother felt in her final days?

After practice she went straight to work. Tweek taught her how to work the machines, and pointed out the usual customers. She went through training easily enough that they let her make her first drink for a customer. And since it wasn't a busy day she got to go home early. But she still felt as if something were missing.

She got home early enough to finish her homework before falling asleep on the couch. And in those few moments before her mind finally turned off for the night she remembered that she hadn't eaten yet. Too tired to care she drifted off to the sound of the news.

School the next day was easier. Bebe had gotten a feel for her schedule enough to get through the day. And she still got a break at gym class to run off with Kyle. Just like the previous day, though, the couple sat in silence with Ingrid, their jester. She entertained the two with her canine antics and kept them company in the cold. The week went on and Bebe grew increasingly tired. She could only manage so much at a time, and it was all catching up to her too fast.

On Friday Bebe and Kyle ran off to the woods, laughing to themselves along the way. They stopped at the usual spot where they met Ingrid, but she wasn't there. The two wandered further through the trees and snow looking for signs of the dog. Bebe walked ahead of Kyle, leaving a good distance between them. She was about to give up until she found a tuft of hair hidden behind a fallen tree. Cautiously, Bebe approached the still form to get a full view. She dropped to her knees at what she found. Shakily, she bent over to get a closer look.

Behind her, Kyle approached, slowing down when he saw her. "Bebe," He looked at her in confusion. And then he saw it. He saw Ingrid. In all of her jester glory she was lying underneath a log, keeping shelter for herself and three newborn puppies.

Kyle kneeled down next to Bebe to get a better view. "Wow, I thought she was just getting fatter," He stated as he watched Ingrid clean her newborn pups.

Bebe slowly nodded and opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. She stared at Ingrid, her jester, as a mother. The dog that would jump up and down and beg for food was sitting so calmly in the comfort of the snow. Because even though it was cold, she still had company.

Again, Bebe opened her mouth to say something, but the only thing that escaped was a choked cry. And this time she didn't fight it back. She allowed herself to let go in the presence of her king and her jester. Bebe cried. She cried loud enough to get Ingrid to worry about her. She cried loud enough for Kyle to pull her into a hug in hopes of comforting her. Minutes later Bebe finally spoke up.

"My," She said through sobs, "my dad left."

Kyle stroked her hair whispering to her words of reassurance as she continued.

"I don't have a mom," Her cries grew stronger. "It's so lonely. I hate it," Her voice increased with each word, "I hate it. I hate it. I hate it!"

Kyle continued to cradle her in his arms. He let her cry and let everything out.

"I'm not okay," She cried into his chest.

I feel like crying so I made Bebe cry finally. I felt she needed it.

Ugh. I have the worst writer's block right now. Thank you for the reviews though and I will take your suggestion into thought, CartmanMustDie. That is the cutest thing ever.

Anyway gracias for reading. I should have a few more chapters to pop out. I don't want this being a super long story. It was supposed to be like 3 chapters and look at this. I'm laughing because I actually like writing this story. So suggestions and whatever you want to see you can send to me because I enjoy that.