Don't call me doll

Chapter 8:

The pair now lay unconscious, sprawled out on the small bed in strange poses. Limbs tangled, and quiet snores echoing through the room.

"MARIA! DALIA!"

Anita's voice screamed so harshly, the two jolted awake. Then groaned in pain at the feeling of hitting, kicking, and elbowing each other accidentally.

"Ow..." Dalia muttered, crawling out of bed and glancing in the mirror noticing her remaining makeup. "BREAKFAST!" Anita screamed again, now rapping her fingers on their door.

"¡Gracias Anita!" Dalia yelled, using a Kleenex to scrub her makeup off as Maria had jumped out of bed and messed up her own.

Dalia rolled her eyes, giggling at the sight of Maria running around the room to make it look like she had gone to sleep like normal.

"Lips." She reminded her, Maria glanced in the mirror and groaned. Scrubbing the makeup off with her hand. The pair then stumbled out of their room and into their seats at the table.

Anita slid two plates of eggs and toast in front of the pair then sat across from Dalia in a huff. Bernardo sat with a large purple mark on his cheek as he ripped the bacon in half with his teeth.

Maria awkwardly poked at her food, while Dalia stared at her sister with a questioning glance. Anita grunted, glaring at her husband, standing and aggressively tossing her plate into the sink causing it to shatter.

"Anita!" Dalia exclaimed, running over and grabbing her enraged sister's hands. "Qué ocurre?!" She asked, as Anita yanked her hands away. "ANITA!" Dalia yelled after her, as she marched into her room.

Her eyes immediately darted to look at Bernardo suspiciously. Who wasn't even hiding his anger, sweat was dripping down his face. His jaw was clenched, while he ripped another piece of bacon.

"What did you do?" Dalia slammed her hands down on the plastic dining table. "Nothing...the jets did it." He snarled, throwing half a piece of bacon onto his plate. Dalia stared at him in confusion, but Bernardo just grunted abandoning what remained of his breakfast.

"Anita, let me in." He requested in a gruff tone, the door creaked open then was shut again with a loud slam. Which was followed by the loud sounds of yelling.

"Dios mío..." Dalia muttered, ignoring her breakfast and walking back into the bedroom. Maria quickly followed after her. She sighed, running a brush through her hair and trying to ignore the screaming.

Maria made their beds, with a grim expression and worry in her eyes. Dalia watched her as she began to button up her short sleeved pale pink v-neck top.

"Do you have work today?" Maria broke the uncomfortable silence between the pair. "No, but Anita wanted me to go to the market." Dalia responded, pulling her calf length pleated pink skirt up to her abdomen.

Then wrapped a matching belt around her waist. Clicking it shut at the front, and tying a scarf around her neck to make the neckline more modest.

"Bueno, can I come along?" Maria smiled eagerly, buttoning her own red cardigan. "Sí?...why?" Dalia said hesitantly, watching her friend as she stumbled into her own skirt.

"Nothing, I just feel like walking!" Dalia rolled her eyes and crossed her arms staring at Maria. "I know you're lying." She said, finishing her application of lipstick. Maria remained quite sliding a headband onto her head.

"You're seeing Tony aren't you?"

"NO!" Maria responded way too fast, Dalia laughed. "You are!"

"No I am not!"