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Chapter 12: Tricks With Eggplants

I walked into our dorm room to find Evie and Mal sitting on one of the beds, putting blush on Mal...

"Uhh...What's happening?" I asked, slightly concerned. Mal was never one to wear makeup... ever. So this was quite concerning.

"Mal has a date!" Evie exclaimed. I looked over at Mal to see if Evie was lying, but Mal didn't say anything. No way!

"What happened to boyfriends being overrated?" I teased, sitting down next to Evie on the bed.

"They are." Mal scoffed. I highly doubted she actually meant that, but I decided to let it go for now.

"Okay. Easy on the blush. I don't want to scare him away. Not that I could." Mal said, though Evie continued to put on the makeup anyways.

"Please. My mom taught me how to apply blush before I could talk. Always use upward strokes." Evie bragged, moving on to Mal's lipstick.

"My mom was never really big on makeup tips. I never had a sister." Mal admitted.

"Well, now you have two," I said with a small smile.

"We're going to need all the family we can get if we don't pull this off. My mother's not a barrel of laughs when she doesn't get her way. Just ask Snow White." Evie joked, more or less...

"Are you afraid of her?" Mal asked Evie.

"Sometimes. Are you afraid of your mom?" Evie asked without hesitation.

"I just really want her to be proud of me. She gets so angry with me when I disappoint her. And she... yeah, she's my mom, so I know she loves me... In her own way." She seemed a bit upset by the whole thing, not that I could blame her or anything. I completely understand. My father isn't exactly perfect either.

Mal turned to look at me as though she wanted to ask me the same question, though I was hoping she wasn't going to.

"What about you?" She asked quietly. Evie stopped what she was doing and turned to look at me too, waiting to see what I was going to say.

I was a bit surprised they were asking me, after all, they've both seen what my father's done.

"I don't have a mom to be afraid of, remember." I joked, trying to avoid the question, but I could tell they weren't buying my little act.

"Honestly, it's hard not to be." It was taking just about every fiber of my being not to break down right now. I don't talk about my father often and there's a perfectly good reason for that.

"I mean, my father... terrifies me. You guys have seen what he can do. When I'm with him it's like I'm walking on eggshells, always afraid of what he's going to do next. But, he's my dad, so in some ass-backwards way, I love him." I admitted.

They both gave me those looks, the ones people give you when they pity you. I've always hated those looks. Another reason why I hate talking about these kinds of things.

"Moving on," I said, trying to break the tension.

"Come see." Evie pulled Mal over to the mirror to see her new look. Evie stood on one side and joined the two from the other side.