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and thus her spirits were down.
I wasn’t in the mood to have distance between me and somebody else that I loved.
“Girl, we don’t take sick days from gettin’ money. I threw up three times today from bad Chinese food, and I still made a rack tonight.”
Lifting my shirt over my head, I turned and looked at her curiously. Her face was made up perfectly; her big, plump lips almost looking wet as purple rain. “A rack?”
She shook her head at my ignorance. “ A rack ; a thousand dollars, White girl.”
Lying and avoiding her eyes, I said, “I’m on my period.”
But she sucked her teeth and followed her arms across her triple D chest. Her Chinese bangs and lashes were so heavy that I could barely see the eyes that were covered with hazel contacts. “You better get out there and at least make house.”
I cringed. The thought of forcing myself to get out there was just exhausting that night. “Seriously, I’m on my period.”
“Well, we run red lights around here.”
Eleven
Wednesday, I sat in the abandoned hallway of Professor Spencer’s class assured that I was acing the test that I was taking as I sat on a bench. I still couldn’t believe that cyber guy had my head so screwed up that I had to take that test again. However, as the days had gone by, his effect was wearing off. I was transforming from a heartbroken caterpillar to a determined butterfly, ready to get on with my life.
I had actually managed to only stalk his Facebook page once a day, compared to the fifty times per day that I would visit his page just to watch him going on with his life and ignoring the girl that he once woo’d and romanced to no end on a regular basis.
I hurried through the test. Then I shot through the streets of Hammond so that I was able to visit Sabrina before work. She was still isolated in her bedroom, hiding her swollen, crooked nose from the world.
“Hey, Ginger!”
Though her nose was crooked, her smile was just as bright as always.
I saw right through it, however.
Sabrina was a social butterfly. She needed to be seen and heard; not cooped up in that bedroom with dirty extensions and a night gown.
“Don’t look at me like that,” she told me as I approached the bed. “I’m fine.”
I sat next to her saying, “You’re not.”
“You’re shitting me. I legit have all the pain killers that I need. I am high as a god damn kite.”
She smiled. I did too. Both smiles were the saddest smiles that I’d ever seen.
“I miss you,” I told her.
“Awww,” she purred as she rubbed my back.
“Life just isn’t the same without you.”
“Life isn’t the same without me causing trouble?”
I didn’t answer. I didn’t want to make her feel bad. I didn’t want to judge her, since she never judged me.
“My father refuses to replace my ride. I’m wearing my mom down though. True I can’t drive anyway on a suspended license, but I'm a rebel.”
She laughed, but I wasn’t buying it.
“What did you mean when you said that your father was a monster?”
The question had been burning the inside of my mouth since I heard her say it. I turned to look her in the eyes because, if she didn’t say the truth, I wanted to see it.
Yet, her face went blank. She stared off into nowhere as she replied, “I didn’t mean anything by it. I was drunk. You know me.”
The chuckle that was supposed to coddle me was so empty that it was depressing.
I left the subject matter alone. Sabrina was fragile. She was close to the edge, and I didn’t want to be responsible for pushing her over.
We sat and talked for hours. I lay next to her and told her what had been happening at Pink Rhino; the slimy men that I’d danced for, the hot guys that turned me on in the champagne room, and the catfights in the sweet stench of the locker room.
Then, as the drowsy affect of the Vicodin caused her to begin to slur and doze, I left her in her bedroom.
* * * *
By four in the morning, I was dog tired. My feet ached like
I wasn’t in the mood to have distance between me and somebody else that I loved.
“Girl, we don’t take sick days from gettin’ money. I threw up three times today from bad Chinese food, and I still made a rack tonight.”
Lifting my shirt over my head, I turned and looked at her curiously. Her face was made up perfectly; her big, plump lips almost looking wet as purple rain. “A rack?”
She shook her head at my ignorance. “ A rack ; a thousand dollars, White girl.”
Lying and avoiding her eyes, I said, “I’m on my period.”
But she sucked her teeth and followed her arms across her triple D chest. Her Chinese bangs and lashes were so heavy that I could barely see the eyes that were covered with hazel contacts. “You better get out there and at least make house.”
I cringed. The thought of forcing myself to get out there was just exhausting that night. “Seriously, I’m on my period.”
“Well, we run red lights around here.”
Eleven
Wednesday, I sat in the abandoned hallway of Professor Spencer’s class assured that I was acing the test that I was taking as I sat on a bench. I still couldn’t believe that cyber guy had my head so screwed up that I had to take that test again. However, as the days had gone by, his effect was wearing off. I was transforming from a heartbroken caterpillar to a determined butterfly, ready to get on with my life.
I had actually managed to only stalk his Facebook page once a day, compared to the fifty times per day that I would visit his page just to watch him going on with his life and ignoring the girl that he once woo’d and romanced to no end on a regular basis.
I hurried through the test. Then I shot through the streets of Hammond so that I was able to visit Sabrina before work. She was still isolated in her bedroom, hiding her swollen, crooked nose from the world.
“Hey, Ginger!”
Though her nose was crooked, her smile was just as bright as always.
I saw right through it, however.
Sabrina was a social butterfly. She needed to be seen and heard; not cooped up in that bedroom with dirty extensions and a night gown.
“Don’t look at me like that,” she told me as I approached the bed. “I’m fine.”
I sat next to her saying, “You’re not.”
“You’re shitting me. I legit have all the pain killers that I need. I am high as a god damn kite.”
She smiled. I did too. Both smiles were the saddest smiles that I’d ever seen.
“I miss you,” I told her.
“Awww,” she purred as she rubbed my back.
“Life just isn’t the same without you.”
“Life isn’t the same without me causing trouble?”
I didn’t answer. I didn’t want to make her feel bad. I didn’t want to judge her, since she never judged me.
“My father refuses to replace my ride. I’m wearing my mom down though. True I can’t drive anyway on a suspended license, but I'm a rebel.”
She laughed, but I wasn’t buying it.
“What did you mean when you said that your father was a monster?”
The question had been burning the inside of my mouth since I heard her say it. I turned to look her in the eyes because, if she didn’t say the truth, I wanted to see it.
Yet, her face went blank. She stared off into nowhere as she replied, “I didn’t mean anything by it. I was drunk. You know me.”
The chuckle that was supposed to coddle me was so empty that it was depressing.
I left the subject matter alone. Sabrina was fragile. She was close to the edge, and I didn’t want to be responsible for pushing her over.
We sat and talked for hours. I lay next to her and told her what had been happening at Pink Rhino; the slimy men that I’d danced for, the hot guys that turned me on in the champagne room, and the catfights in the sweet stench of the locker room.
Then, as the drowsy affect of the Vicodin caused her to begin to slur and doze, I left her in her bedroom.
* * * *
By four in the morning, I was dog tired. My feet ached like
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