Summer

Laced

My heels clicked as I tried to my hardest not to stumble and fall against the glossy, white tile. Not a sound could be heard except for the sound of my heels as I walked toward the room that was at the end of the hall. The door was cracked, and I could see her laying back on the couch with one hand covering her face. I couldn't tell if she was crying or just frustrated and that was when I decided to make my entrance by pushing the door open.

I didn't move, just stood there and waited for her to look up at me. It took a minute but eventually she lifted her hand off her face to look over in my direction. And once she did, her eyes widened and instantly she sprung off the couch. I thought she was going to tell me how cute I looked or that I was being silly. But as usual, when it came to her I was wrong.

No, instead she walked over and snatched my arm in a firm grip that me cry out in pain. "Mommy, stop. I'm sorry. I just wanted to be like you!" I cried, but she didn't say a word and continued to drag me. "Mommy?" I questioned when she stopped walking as we both heard the front door open.

"Fuck, you fucking little brat." She turned to me and grabbed the necklace off my neck so hard I was surprised it didn't shatter. "Do you have any idea what this costs?! What any of what you're wearing costs?" I shook my head at her. "No, of course you don't. Because you don't fucking think. Go to the fucking bathroom." I didn't listen to her, and her eyes darted toward the sound of footsteps coming near us. "Now!" This time I did listen and ran to the bathroom as fast as I could.

I entered the sleek, and dark bathroom quickly before shutting the door behind me. My heart was pounding and I could feel the tears stream my cheeks. I took off the heels and threw them across the bathroom floor. Then I walked over to the mirror, my small hands reaching out and pulling myself up on the counter. It was struggle to get my short legs over the top but I did it. After that I sat down with my legs folded underneath me to look at myself.

I looked over myself, my face smeared with her makeup and her golden silk blouse she had never worn. I had tried to pull the tags off but then I feared ripping her shirt and the last thing I wanted to do was make her angry. But yet I had done it anyway.

"Fucker." I whispered to myself. "You fucking brat." I made my face into a sneer as I looked at myself. "You fucking stupid brat, you made her angry again." I smacked the mirror where my face was, wishing I could take it back. I wrapped my arms around myself and sobbed.

What I thought was that she'd be happy, I'd finally be able to make her smile. But that wasn't the case. I just did what I always did. Which was making her angry and seeing her sneer at me. Usually I stayed out of sight but after the big fight between her and daddy last night, I wanted to see if I could make her happy. But I should have known better.

I had never seen Mommy smile, she was always crying or angry. She didn't like looking at me. I knew it everytime I was around her but I still wanted her love. Or just something from her other than a grimance, a look of disgust everytime I came near her.

I scooted towards the edge of the counter, wiggling my legs as I found my footing for the floor. Eventually I got and moved over towards the door to wait for her. I knew she'd be in eventually to take back her things. It was better to wait for her, one less thing to make her angry.

And so I waited.

And waited.

And waited.

But nothing as I fell on the bathroom floor, feeling sleepy from sitting for so long. No one came in. There were no sounds or footsteps coming from the hallway. I was tired of waiting for her. I decided to go find her on my own. So I stood up, leaving the bathroom and going back in the hallway. All the lights were off and now everything was dark.