Finger Guns

1

Stacy smiled at the mirror while the tears streamed down her face. Her eyes were stained with red spots and had turned puffy. She tried to breathe normally to control her tears. She had to fight more of the war. This was not over yet.

She untied the knots in her hair in an attempt to look poised. Her lips trembled violently and she bit down on them. No. Today she would not back down. She smiled once again in feigned happiness and realized how difficult it was to act alright. She stared at her long, lime-green painted nails and felt confident. A second later she opened the bathroom door and got back into the living room where her mother sat in an angry stance.

Her chest heaved. Stacy realized she was already exhausted of exchanging anymore words. Her hair stuck to her neck and her armpits were sweating like crazy.

They had had an argument about something totally baseless and hurtful words had been exchanged. Stacy was tired of always trying to prove her innocence and then be blamed for it. For once she wanted to be understood as a teenager instead of this adult everyone made her out to be. She knew if she didn't swallow her pride and fixed it, tomorrow would be ruinous for her. Whether it was her fault or not, it did not matter.

She paced for a moment before her mother, looking for absolutely nothing. Thoughts were revolving around her mind and she let out a ragged breath quietly.

"I'm.. I'm sorry," she announced, holding her hand out.

Her mother, who was busy in her phone, gave a disgusted scoff her way. A wave of new tears threatened her sight.

"Get out of my sight," came the curt reply.

"You said some, I did too. We're equal," Stacy's voice was a whimper and a teardrop escaped her eye.

She did not drop her hand. Her mother did not glance at it for a long time. At the end she shook Stacy's hand. Stacy quietly left, sobbing silently because of how relieved she was. Her heart beat loudly.

I did it. I DID IT.

Her head was throbbing from the argument she just had. She had work to do though. She gave a rang to Joseph. He had called her while she was in the middle of a debate. He hated it when she didn't pick his call up immediately. He barely picked up hers though.

He was a busy guy.

The call rang a few times before Joseph picked up.

"Hey-"

"Why the fuck did you not pick up my call huh?" Joseph was angry. As usual.

"I was doing something sorry-"

"Of course you were! You're so frustrating Stacy God. Did you write the essay though?"

Ah shit.

"I started it but I still have to complete it. I'll be done tomorrow don't worry."

Joseph gave a loud groan.

"Jesus Stacy you had one job! You are so inadequate it hurts my brain. How will you manage to write up an essay so quickly? My grades depend on it. Half-hearted efforts won't get me anywhere."

Stacy almost retorted sarcastically but she did not want to discuss no more about it. One was enough for the day. She was tired of trying to defend herself anymore. What was the use when no one really saw the good in her. May be she was the problem after all. Everyone couldn't be a liar.

"I'll do it Joseph stop it," she sighed.

"You better," Joseph warned and hung up.

Stacy got to her table and finished the essay in the next one hour. It was not even that hard. Just basic history related bullshit. She wondered how Joseph would ever pass his exams in times of need. He couldn't depend on her all the time. She promised herself to say no the next time he knocked at her door. Everything had to have a limit.

Right?

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Um so hey! It has been a while I have come back here. I hope you guys are patient with me. No I will update as often as I possibly can. I have my chapters lined up so hopefully I will not be a disappointment.

It has been a while I am writing seriously so yes, I'm looking forward to where this plot idea takes me. And bye bye!!