Between Lies

Embarrassing Moments

She woke up with a terrible headache. She couldn't sleep well during the night. Nightmares and dark thoughts were in her head which didn't leave her to relax. Sharon was in these dreams, and she was the evilest person in them like in her life.

She still couldn't process what had happened. She has a mother, but she didn't care for her. Why did she come yesterday? Why not sooner? Because of Sharon? It's an empty excuse. But why did she tell her the truth? It would be easier to live like Sol Benson. No, it doesn't make sense. It's better to know the truth, isn't it?

She sat up, rubbed her eyes, and looked around. The rays of the sun illuminated her room. It was time to get up. She got out of her bed and walked over to her wardrobe. She opened its huge, white doors and looked for something to wear. She took out a pair of shorts and a matching top. It was simple but practical. She got dressed and headed to her dressing table to make an acceptable appearance. No, it wasn't enough, she had to look like nothing happened yesterday. No one can know. Just enough that Manuel knows.

Sat down and looked in the mirror where she met with her image. A heartbroken, blonde girl looked back at her, with red eyes and purple circles under her eyes. She looked terrible. She had to do something with it. She picked up the coverage and started to eliminate the stubborn circles under her eyes. It wasn't easy. It took more than ten minutes to look like as she used to, but it wasn't the same. Her face showed her feelings, and it bothered her, really.

It wasn't a school day, but she couldn't sit at home because she wanted to be as far from Sharon as she could. She thought she would go to the Roller, but everyone would notice that something wasn't good. She couldn't go there.

"What happened to you?" she asked her reflection as she did many times before. She was lonely, due to it she likes to speak with her reflection. It always listened to her, and it felt like she wasn't alone. But it only felt like. She was alone in her room, and she was speaking to herself like a twisted, crazy woman. It wasn't okay.

She shook her head sometimes and closed her eyes. One little imagine repeated in her head. "You're not Sol Benson," said her birth mother.

"No, I am not!" she cried loudly and desperately.

Her hard work with her make-up disappeared in an instant, but it didn't matter. She couldn't stop, she cried like a baby.

After a while, her tears sold out and nothing stayed only her sadness. She took out a handkerchief and blew her nose out. It sounded like a trombone, a broken instrument that didn't play music, only indicated the loss of the fight.

There was nothing to do, so she went down to have breakfast. Luckily Sharon wasn't there - surely it was too late for her -, but her grandfather was sitting in front of the table. He isn't my grandfather. He is Sol Benson's grandparent, who isn't me.

What was what to do, she sat down next to him.

"Good morning!" She sounded as always, happy, and confident, but she wasn't.

"Good morning my sweetheart! How was your night? You slept a lot," he remarked while he looked at the arriving girl. "Surely the party kept long." He laughed at his own joke.

The party...

"Yes, it kept long. I slept very well, thank you for asking," she answered and took out some fruit from a vessel.

"Did you happen something to you?" Don Alfredo asked her when he looked at the girl and noticed her red eyes.

Why today?

"Yes, the party. I don't like to admit, but it kept too long for me." She let out a smile, but this smile wasn't a true one. Luckily the older man didn't notice it.