I really liked these lipsticks. But she doesn't seem to care as she takes both applicators to draw on the table with them.
"What are you, a 5 year-old-kid?"
Oops, guess I shouldn't have said that. I think I offended her. She keeps on drawing with my two Kat Von Ds until the tube is empty. One she's done with these, she takes the two other Everlasting liquid lipsticks I got from the same brand, the ones I bought at Sephora, Melancholia and Noble. A cute little pink and a peachy-nude.
"Please, not these shades, they're discontinued now, I won't be able to find them ever again! They don't even exist any-more!"
The only answer I get: a laugh. She reaches into her pocket and grabs a lighter. God, why not a highlighter hun? A motherfucking lighter. What is she gonna burn? I anxiously watch her every-move as she removes the applicator from both tubes. SHE SETS THEM BOTH ON FIRE?!
"Are you crazy?! Don't fucking burn my lipsticks!"
"You got to let go of this obsession. Get away from the material needs and the useless possessions. Learn to live with your face the way it is naturally. Accept your flaws. Stop wasting money on fake objects. Satan's work. I am doing this for you and your own good, Lily."
My own good? My own good, my ass! She's destroying MY goods. The goods I managed to buy over years. My beautiful collection... My never-used lipsticks... My precious... How could my mum do this to me? I know we had a little argument earlier today, but still!
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Bad Habit
General FictionMy very first story in English. Addiction it is about, yes, but... Nothing about drugs or alcohol, no. Only a girl and her lipsticks. A girl, her lipsticks and a rude therapy she never agreed to. Can people really change their bad habbits?
