My stomach growled even though we just came from dinner. I didn't eat at all because Abigail, Tessa and Danisha kept taunting me. All they did was point at me and whisper things to each other. They asses are probably hungry too.
Nisha was taking clothes out of her drawer. She look like she was getting ready to take a bathe. She might have felt me watching her because she turned around and stared directly into my eyes.
"You gon take a bathe?" She asked.
I just stood there and stared at her. She had a big scar on the top of her forehead. My mind wanted to know why so I ask.
" Um...Nisha how...did... did....you get the scar? I shuddered.
From the look on her face, she looked like she was having a flashback. She was looking at me but through me. A tear ran down her cheek. A trail of fire. Of anger. I know actually what she feeling. Her heart was bleeding with sorrow and everyday when she goes to sleep, she re-lives those painful moments that created that scar. Like me.
She snapped out of her thoughts and wipes her eyes which were now flowing look a waterfall.
She asks me again, only this time in frustration and blurry eyes.
"Gianna, are you gonna take a bath or not!" She said in anger tone.
I looked at her and then looked down to spare her in that moment of embarrassment.
I muttered, "Yes."
I walked around her and started to look for something to wear to bed.
She walked out of the room and I followed. I quickly grabbed a faded shirt, some underwear, and some old pajama pants I had.
I saw Nisha at the end of the hall to my right when I ran out the room. I quickly scurried down the hall to catch up with her. We made left and stopped at the bathroom.
Nisha put her ear against the door to make sure no one was in there then she open the door. The bathroom was small and old-looking. The paint was peeling out the walls and water dripped. The floor was a bit slippery and wet. The toilet looked like something nobody would wish to sit on.
"Okay, here it is. I'll let you go first but don't be to long because the hot water runs out quickly. Just pull and turn the knob. Don't pull too hard or the thing will break. Don't flush the toilet while the shower is on because shit will fall out of the shower head. And, oh, here a towel and a rag and the soap is over there. Ok? Ok. Good."
She walked out and slammed the door behind her.
I looked around and just started to take off my clothes. The bathroom wasn't that bad. I've seen worst. I got into the shower and closed to shower curtain. I strategically pulled the knob and turned it to the right. The pipes made a squeaky noise then the water spat out the shower head. It was warm so I lathered up the soap and bathed as quickly as I could.
After I finished washing up, i stepped out the tub and dried off with the towel.
After drying off, I looked for my night clothes but they were no where in sight. I searched thinking that they must of fell, but they were not there.
I started to panic a little.
"Gianna it's okay they must have fallen on the floor before you came into the bathroom."
So, I opened the door a little but there wasn't any clothes on the floor. Instead, there was a foot with a pink sock on it, wedged in the doorway.
I looked up and there the three bitches stood, laughing with my night clothes in hand.
Once again my ears felt like they were on fire. Embarrassment.
