Fitting in

Chapter 18

   Bret was denied her peaceful weekend. Kimmie had wanted to sleep with Brett last night, and after hours of coaxing Brett into sleeping next to the toddler, the kid peed in bed. Brett woke up covered in a sticky yellow liquid, and was a little less than happy to see the child happy and giggling. Brett had soaked in the bath for two hours before she began to scrub, and wouldn’t talk to Barbie or Kimie even after all their apologies. At ten in the morning, Brett was forced to leave again to try on the bridesmaid’s dresses, and was disgusted by what she saw in the mirror.

            “Let us please see the dress Brett!” Miranda, Blake’s best-friend since high school, said standing outside her door. All the other bridesmaids were waiting for the last and youngest member of the crew to come out and show them the dress on her. After all she was the youngest, so she would have to look the best.

            “It really can’t be that bad.”

            But it was, sighing Brett pushed on the dressing room door and looked into Miranda’s eyes. The smile on her face slowly receded, and it looked like she was fighting to put it back on.

            “It’s really not that bad.” She said scratching her head. Brett gave the girl a bland look.

            “That thing looks horrible on you Brett.” Jamie, another bridesmaid said walking by. Miranda and Brett both stared at her flabbergasted, yet thankful she told the truth.

            “What do I do with it? Half the state is going to see me in this thing, because the news wanted to tape some of it before Dad’s election.”

            “I know you’re not going to like what I have to say, but your going to have to wear it for your sister.”

            Brett looked down at the ground and played with the green colored fabric. The dress was still way to long, and it bunched up on the ground around her feet.

            “It’s her special day okay, you can make her wear what ever you want at your wedding kid.” She said patting her head.

            Brett sulked the whole car ride home, and yet again, Blake rolled her eyes at her attention-sucking sister.

            “Get over it.” She mouthed towards her. Brett just huffed, and was relived when they pulled up to the house around noon. She ran into the building and was shocked to see Kimmie playing with paint. Brett’s paints. Brett wanted to faint and scream at the twerp for ruining her weekend, but there were bigger problems on her hands.

            “Oh my gosh, Kimmie!” Barbie yelled scooping up her daughter. The child laughed then chucked the paint across the room.

            “Those were expensive you little brat!” Brett yelled attempting to catch the paints in the air. The container cracked against the wall and colors splattered everywhere. But Brett didn’t have time to lament over her spilled paint, because Barbie was on her in a flash.

            “What’d you just call my daughter?” she said seething. She had fisted Brett’s shirt, and pinned her against the wall like she used to do when they were younger. Except now Brett was taller than her, and Barbie was pregnant.

            “She’s a brat! A sticky little twerp who I wish would go away!” A wave of anger flashed in Barbie’s eyes, and Brett was prepared to receive a black eye. Except no fist ever connected with her face, Blake had intercepted the punch and was holding her sister’s fist in the air.

            “You’ll ruin the wedding picture, by giving her a black eye.” Was all she said, and Barbie let go of Brett angrily.

            “I see what you mean now Blake, Brett is selfish.” She said before picking up her daughter. Jeff came running down the stairs holding a paper towel, and let out a cry when he looked at the wall. He was supposed to be in charge of looking after Kimmie while the ladies in the house were gone.