The Rainbow Effect

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"Let's start with your bedroom. We can get some boxes, and take everything out that you don't need or want, I suppose if there's things you still want, such as something that has sentimental value, but you don't want on display, we can just put them in your storage or something. Do you have any boxes?" She asks.

"Yep. In here." I open my garage. I go over to the tables and find the boxes, packing tape, and sharpies. When I turn around, Brittany's mouth is wide open. If she keeps her mouth open like that, she's gonna swallow a fly. "What is it?" I say.

"You have a 2014 GT Mustang and an Camaro z28?"  She inquires, staring at my cars in my garage. She has already seen my mustang, so I wasn't sure what the big deal was. 

"Speaking of cars, where's yours?" I say. Funny how this hasn't occurred to me until now.

"In the pound." Brittany states, still admiring the Camaro.

"Okay, well we should probably go get it out of the pound. Not like we don't have enough money to go get it." I say. I get into my Camaro, smiling as I listen to it purr to life, she follows me and gets in. We drive there, and she slides out of the car, smiling, and walks up to the booth. 

"There's a fee." she tells me, when she came back to the car.

"How much is it?" I ask.

"1,200." Brittany says.

"Okay, let me see what I've got on me." I mumble, rummaging through my purse. I pull out the money needed, in full cash, and hand it to Brittany. The woman looks a little taken back since she say me pull out the money and hand it to Brittany, but she collects herself, hands Brittany the keys, and informs her what part of the lot it's in. "Just follow me back to the house." I say, and Brittany nods in response, finding her car. She slides in, starts it, and I pull out of the parking lot, with her close behind me.

"What time is it? I'm hungry." Brittany exclaims once we get inside.

"It's only six, do you just want to order a pizza?" I ask, taking off my Converse.

"Yea. I'll pay." She mutters as I dial the number to Papa Johns. In the ten minutes it took for the pizza to get here, we had changed into our pajamas. The doorbell rang, which I let Brittany take care of it, and I found some plates and glasses. She soon returns with the pizza and soda we had ordered. I filled the glasses with soda and she put the slices onto the plates.

"So what kind of car do you have?" I ask Brittany, plopping down on one of my kitchen table chairs.

"A BMW M6." she says, shrugging. She bites into her pizza.

"Wow, did he buy it for you?" I question, She naps her head up from her plate.

"Why does it matter?" She challenges, raising an eyebrow. I shrug, looking at her. She never gave me a response. We finish our pizza and go get the boxes and and sharpies. 

"Okay. Living room." I say, changing the subject. I open my box and put my vase in it. "What if what I want to throw out won't fit in the box?" I ask.

"Then we'll move it into the garage for the time being."

"Well, help me out." I grab one side of my coffee table, she grabs the other, and we move it in the garage. We each grab one of the smaller tables and move them into the garage. "The shelf too." I take the few items I have on the shelf, and we move it into the garage.

"The TV too?" She questions, eyeballing it.

"Yea." We un plug it and push it into the garage. I hand her the box I was using with the vase in it, and she walks back into the kitchen. "Knives? Gone. This toaster is in terrible shape, gross. Oh my, what is this?" She asks, gesturing to my coffee pot.

"A coffee pot." I mumbles, she rolls her eyes, and places all those items into the box, and asks me to go put the box into the garage.

"Okay. New Box" I hand her one, and she goes to my dining room. "Centerpiece. Yuck. Gone. Pictures. Ha. Nope. Gone." She tosses them into a box, which I was upset about because some of those pictures I had gotten a few years ago, which I thought were really pretty. She goes up my stairs into my bathroom. "Curtain. Keep. Soap dispenser. Keep. Lights. Cute. Trashcan. Gone." She hands me the box and tells me to go put it into the garage. I put it away and return with another box.

"Okay. What's this room?" She asks, pointing to my spare room, well, one of them.

"Spare room." I say. I open the door. There's nothing in there except for a desk, and a few pieces of workout equipment.

"Treadmill. Stepper. Yoga mat. Yoga ball. Dumbbells. Pull up bar. Damn Jasmine. You got your own mini gym in here." she says.

"Yea. I just moved in like a month ago so....yea. I didn't really have time to organize much." I say.

"We'll deal with it later. Is this another spare room?" She asks, pointing to the room across the hall that was indeed, another spare room.

"You betcha." I say. She opens the door, and there's a stack of books and magazines, a printer, a desktop computer, a fan, and a shelf.

"Shit girl how much shit do you got?" She asks me, smiling. She walks into my room, and opens my blinds. "Okay, this curtain looks like it went through hell and back. Goodbye." She puts it into the box. "Goodbye old comforter." That was a good idea, it was old, worn out, and it just was out of style. "Bye lamp" She puts the lamp in the box. She walks to the bathroom in my bedroom, looks around, talks everything out, puts them in the box, and says "Come with me." I follow her and we head down stairs to the garage. She lays down the box, and she walks to the mustang.

"Let's get this stuff out of the car and we can put in all away in the morning." She says. I look at my phone. 11:23 pm, I roll my eyes. We unload it all, and dump it in my living room. We head up stairs, and lay in my bed. As tired and worn out as I was, I couldn't sleep. Brittany started to breathe heavily after a few minutes, which I knew she had fallen asleep. I slide out from her grasp, and walk downstairs onto my balcony. 

My balcony overlooked my backyard, and the small lake behind it. I sat down on one of the porch chairs, watching the frogs and bugs hop around on the water. I closed my eyes, deeply breathing in the scent of water and summer. When I opened my eyes, my tear duct began to swell with tears. Before I could hold them back, they began to freely fall down my cheeks, like water on a window in a storm. I let myself go, allowing my self to break. No one could hear or see me out here. I closed my eyes, noticing all the terrible things I had already experienced with Brittany, and how my mother would be so terribly disappointed in me if she saw the person Brittany was trying to make me become.  I knew my father wouldn't care, since he had ran out on me. But my mother and I were unbelievably close, and I knew if she saw who Brittany was, she would tell me to get as far from her as I could.

I was allowing her to redecorate my home, intrude on mine and Lila's friendship, and was using me for my money. I knew this wasn't the person I was deep down, and I shouldn't allow her to have so much control over me, but I didn't want to take the chance of her taking my money from me like she did to her ex. So, therefor, I took a deep breath,  wiped my tears from my face, and walked back inside. I slowly tip toed up to my bedroom where Brittany was still fast asleep, and I laid beside her, closing my eyes, and allowing sleep to consume me.