Danielle's pov:
The next day has started and I'm getting ready to go shopping with my mother. The hope of meeting Karen there has a positive influence on my outfit today. I wear blue jeans with white shoes and a black and white striped shirt. Plus my silver rings on my left thumb and ring finger and one on my right hand around my middle finger. I also do a little makeup on my skin today. Since I hardly and badly slept today, I have some dark circles to cover. Also I leave my brown hair open.
"Danni!" I hear my mother calling from downstairs and run down with my cell phone in my hand. Her eyes wander over my outfit and she turns to the door to go, her eyes empty. I walk to her and put my phone in my pocket. We walk to the supermarket, because it's really close to our house. I see my mother's head rattle, looking for a subject to talk on the way. I bet one of the standard questions will come up again. How is your book doing? Do you have a boyfriend now? How are you?
"And do you have a boyfriend or like someone?" She asks and looks at the ground in front of her. See, I knew this topic would be turned up again.
"Umm... no and yes." I answer her nervously, but honest. "Tell me." She says to me and looks into my blue eyes this time. The feeling that she is finally listening to me or is interested in it, makes me open my heart. "There is a woman I like." I mumble and play with the ring around my thumb. She just nods and doesn't seem particularly surprised. Her look back down to her brown shoes.
I am relieved that we have almost arrived, because walking even longer in this uncomfortable silence freaks me out. She is my mother and it feels like we are strangers.
I take a shopping cart and walk through the departments of the store. My mother looks for the groceries on her list. I don't even know why she writes them down, she should know all the things she buys by heart, even I do. Because she always buys the same things. Not even when something else is on offer, her habits are never deviated from.
At the end of the shelf next to me I stop and see a couple of chewing gum and put them in the cart. The deadly quiet supermarket is lit up by a sudden outcry. I leave the car and follow the two familiar voices. My smile is getting bigger and bigger as I see them standing in front of me. My mother at the meat counter, eggs and milk in hand. Across from her the pink haired woman. Their mouths move quickly and aggressively, but my ears let the words ricochet off. I just stand there and wait until one of the two notices me and interrupts their conversation. My mother finally takes a few steps back and has put on a disgusted face.
"Come on, Danni, we have everything." she mumbles angrily at me and grabs my wrist. "That shitty woman, no, you can't even call her a women, that's an insult to all female beings. " She curses. The words addressed to Karen, hurt me like they were said to me. I stop and tear myself away from her grip.
"What's your fucking problem with her?" I ask her and bring her also to a standstill. "Look at her." She almost yells at me and makes me flinch. Then she turns away again, as if that was a correct answer to my question. I shake my head and walk back to the meat counter.
There I meet the wonderful woman, who my mother completely misjudges. With clearing my throat I let her turn around in my direction and greet her with a friendly smile. Her eyes meet mine directly and cannot even be shaken off by my outfit or something else. Once again she shows me that looks don't matter, I could have stood here in my sleeping clothes and without make-up and she would have looked at me with the same eyes.
"Sorry... for my moher." I whisper as I approach her. Karen lowers her head for a while and lifts it back up with a gentle smile. My heart blossoms to see the women with the corners of her mouth raised, especially because I am the reason for it.
"How can such an asshole be your mother?!" she whispers and makes me smirk. Was that a compliment? "Fucking bloodsucker, they are all the same." She rather says to herself and confuses me with her words. "Bloodsucker?" I repeat unsuspectingly and let my ring nervously dance on my thumb. Karen just stares at me again.
"Take care of yourself." She says at the end of our conversation and turns away from me. I watch her until she leaves my gaze and walk to the till where my mother just paid and already started walking to the exit. I sigh, knowing that she would have just left me here without saying anything.
At the beginning she said that under no circumstances should I spend time with Karen.
"New here?" The cashier next to me asks me surprised and I stop my walk. "Well, not really. I spent my childhood here. That was my mother." I tell him and point at the brown clothed women. "Funny, I've never seen you before." He continues and I shrug my shoulders. "I can only remember the little kid who 'disappeared'. Taylor Bennet... Everybody knows what happend with him." he mumbles and rolls his eyes.
"That... that was my brother. But he has not disappeared... he..." I answer him and stop briefly so I don't start to get emotional again. "He died." The man looks at me with big eyes and sighs. "Whatever your parents told you." He whispers and looks around.
As I reach the house I see my parents waiting for me at the front door. They are holding my luggage and seem angry. I have a lot of questions about them and Taylor in my head...
"We don't want you to sleep here today, the way you exposed your mother, we cannot tolerate that." Says my father and pushes my things into my hands. Did I hear right? "So, you are going to kick me out?" I ask them and get a nod in response. "You said it was dangerous out here and now you just leave me there?!" I almost yell at them and frown. My parents just shake their heads in disappointment and close the door. I can't believe, they just threw me out... I try to take a deep breath and not freak out and walk to my black car. I pack my things in there and sigh. Exposed her. I laugh sarcastically and slam the trunk. Fuck!
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