“Laci, someone’s here to see you!” My mother called in an oddly cheerful voice from where I assumed was the bottom of the stairs: she hadn’t dared to come close to my room since the day after my abortion, or which we now refer to as the A-Day, when I screamed that I wanted to be alone and then broke down into one of my sobbing attacks.
“I don’t want to see anyone!” I screeched as I heard feet climbing the wooden steps. Even though it had been almost a week since the A-Day, I still wanted nothing to do with anyone or anything: all I wanted to do was stay in bed and sleep and/or cry. My door began to creek open “GO AWAY” I yell, assuming it was my mother, chucking the pillow from under my head at them.
“Hello to you too, Munchkin” Tonia says in her normal peppy, happy go lucky voice completely unfazed by the pillow as she walks into my room looking like a freaking Barbie doll while I look like death. She sits down on the bottom left corner of the bed.
“Why are you so fucking perfect always” I mumble as I crawl across the bed to be next to her. “Like look at you compared to me”
“Laci Rae Mears you are beautiful!” I just laughed: my hair was a frizzy mess on my head from leaving it to air dry earlier this morning, I wasn’t wearing makeup, and I had been living in the same pair of black capri yoga pants and grey Plymouth Diving Club shirt for the past three days. “Do not laugh, I’m being serious: any girl would be lucky to look like you and any guy would be more than lucky to date you”
“Clearly not…” The floor suddenly becoming more interesting as I tried not to cry as thoughts of Tom began to form.
“No Munchkin, he’s just an idiot for not seeing it.” She says and further messes up my hair, trying to get me to smile; it worked. “Come on we’re going out” She offers me a hand as she gets off the bed
“Whyyyy” I whined I hadn’t left my room since A-Day and I didn’t want to even now. “Do you see what I look like?” I said gesturing to the disheveled, semi-homeless look I was currently rocking.
“Because Tom is here, and I know you don’t want to be here with him” that made me not want to leave my room even more than before: I didn’t even want to walk past him for those few seconds it would take to get out the front door. “And you’re beautiful Laci, so get your butt up so, we can make you even more beautiful and Thomas very upset that he let you go” Tonia offers me her hand to help me up, but I don’t take it. I just groan: I still didn’t want to leave my bedroom. “If you do not get up, I will carry you out of here making sure to stop and talk to Tom while still carrying you on the way out” She threatens.
I reluctantly get up off the bed: whenever Tonia threatens that she will do something, you have to know that she means it. You should never underestimate her. “You happy now?”
“Yes, now go get dressed and we will leave”
Once again I groaned as I walked over to my closet: I didn’t want to put on real clothes after living in sweats and such for the past week. It was down pouring outside so I decided to say fuck it to real clothes and grabbed a grey Adidas hoodie, a pair of black leggings and my black Toms: I really didn’t give a fuck what I looked like anymore. Tonia gave me a disapproving look and sighed. “What?”
She didn’t say anything as she made her way over to my closet. I watched, sitting cross legged on the bed, as she sifted through everything and pulling out four different items: a bright blue pair of super skinny jeans, a flowy thick strapped black tank top, a long chained silver key necklace, and a pair of black open toed wedges.
“I meant a cute outfit. Put these on!” She says chucking the clothing at me; I barely dodge the right shoe as it flies past about two centimeters away from my head.
