Green Eyed Angel (Lesbian Story)

Chapter 3

**Dedicated to sarahperez13 **

           ^^Lola' s dress^^

I've never been proud of my body. I'm not exactly on the skinny side. So, being shoved into a changing room with handfuls of clothes, was not the best feeling ever.

I'll be honest, I liked the attention. From an early age I was ignored by my parents. So, having Mrs.Vivian fuss over me felt good. I stool felt bad that she was buying me things, though.

It was funny watching her hurry around the store. Grabbing anything that was my size or she thought was cute. When she found one she really liked, she would, "Ooh this would look so good on you!" And run me into the changing room. Most of it was blouses or dresses. Not exactly my thing.

I was used to skinny jeans, t-shirts, and converse. It was what I felt comfortable wearing with my body type.

At the moment I had, two jeans, a blouse, two skirts, and a few tees.

I put my normal clothes on and walk out of the changing room. After setting the clothes in the buggy I went to find Mrs.Vivian. Oh, what an adventure.

I didn't have to look for too long, because I heard a very loud squeal from a few isles next to me. "Lola! This is it! I just know it. You'll love it, I promise!"

I groan internally and meet her at the changing room, for hopefully the last time. She put the dress out in front of her to show me. It really was beautiful.

It was a very light teal color, with a heart top and the straps were down to rest on the curve of my shoulders. It looked to be about knee length and very flowy. A small smile makes it way to my face and I nod. "Okay. But, can this be the last one?" My feet were starting to hurt slightly and I was hungry, considering I skipped breakfast.

Mrs.Vivian sighed. "Ugh. I guess." I giggle a bit as I step into the small room.

While I was changing I hummed Diary Of Jane by Breaking Benjamin. When I got the dress on I turned a bit and caught a glimpse of myself. I looked good.

"I wanna see it!" I smile to myself at how childish Mrs.Vivian is.

I slowly step out of the cubicle, my head hanging down, scared of prying eyes. I heard a gasp and looked up. Mrs.Vivian had a hand over her mouth and looked close to tears. I walked to her. "Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make you upset."

She shook her head and laughed. "No, I'm not upset. You just look so beautiful! Can you twirl for me?"

I nod and shyly turn around once. She crossed her arms and gave me a 'really?' look. I smile sheepishly and twirl, for real this time. I giggle as I feel the dress lifts up, fluttering around me. I stop and look at Mrs.Vivian. She smiles. "Buggy. Now."

******Time skip brought to you by The Walking Dead 'Fear the living.' ******

Surprisingly, Mrs.Vivian stayed true to her word, and after the blue dress, we were done. We left the department store, each of us holding a bag full of clothes. Once we got in the car Mrs.Vivian turned to me.

"Now, I know you must be hungry, considering you haven't eaten since you've gotten to my house, so, what would you like to eat?" I keep quiet as she looks at me with an expectant face.

"There's no need. You've already spent enough as it is." I look down at my feet, frowning at the dirty black converses. Glancing quickly out the corner of my eye, I see her smiling sadly.

"Lola, I know how you feel. I really do. I was adopted at age thirteen. I was always the quiet one, doing things for myself. So when people willingly bought me stuff I felt really bad. They could be buying things they really needed, but, they spent it on me instead. Don't worry. I want to do this. I want to be what you need me to be. A friend, a caretaker, a mom, a sidekick," she adds with a little smile, "I'm here."

I look at her with glistening eyes. "Thanks. " She nods and smiles.

"Now, where to?"

I shrug. "Subway?"

******Time skip brought to you by Subway 'SUBWAY *clap* *clap* EAT FRESH' ******

Lunch was great. I got to know Mrs.Vivian more and she told me about the school plans.

"So," she started, talking around a big bite of sandwich. "today is Saturday, correct?" I think for a second before nodding. "Thought so. You can start Ridge High Monday, if you like. But, because of what happened and going into a new home, you don't have to start until Wednesday." She was quiet for a moment, giving me time to think it over.

It would be nice to miss a few days of school, but, since I'm going to a new school, I probably need to go on Monday. I hope the people there are nice.

God, I'm gonna die.

After I told her I would go on Monday, I hungrily ate my sandwich as she talked away. It was nice to just listen to her stories. The way she would talk about her kids was amazing. She had so much love for them.

Staring blankly out of the big goals window, I closed her out. Closed everybody and everything around me out.

My mom loved me once. She would show me off to her friends, take me places. But, I guess it was all just a show for my father. Because if not, she would have stayed the same when he left. But, she didn't. She became this....this monster. Hatred must have filled her bones for me.

Me.

Her daughter. The one person that was supposed to be her world. Her life. Her everything. But, to her, I was a chore, job, a burden. Just another person she had to watch and take care of.

It was all a lie.

Tears sprung to my eyes as reality came back. She had to have loved me, just the tiniest bit. I'm a literal part of her. It couldn't have all been a lie.

Oh, Lola. She didn't love you, never did. You were just a rotten, spoiled brat to her.

Shut up. A mother has to love her child. Some type of remorse, sympathy. Something.

No, she didn't. She didn't care about you. Didn't want you. She didn't acknowledge you, only when she wanted to beat the crap out of you. SHE DIDN'T LOVE YOU!

At the thought a sob tears through my body. With blurry eyes I can see the shock written on Mrs.Vivians face.

"Lola?" She reached out for me, sympathy in her voice.

Like a real mother should sound.

"STOP!" I stood up and ran. I ran out of the door, bumping into a few people.

Sorry to disturb your lunch, I thought bitterly continuing to run on the sidewalk. Tears were still falling down my face, and I swore I heard somebody call my name from behind me. I'm sure it was Mrs.Vivian.

She's doing what a true mother would.

"Shut. Up." I whispered to myself violently. I ran to the only place I knew I could go.

The skate park.

I sat down on a free ramp, one of the smaller ones nobody likes to use. My body shaking with sobs. I've cried more in the past two days than I have my whole life.

I covered my face with my hands, back arching in an uncomfortable way. But, I could care less.

I was sat there for a few minutes before I felt a tap on my shoulder. I was surprised, to say the least.

"Lola? Is that you? Are you alright?" It was a girl voice. The same voice that scared me enough to run to my new bedroom. Her voice.

I turned around to, yet again, come face-to-face with my green eyed, red haired angel.