There were tears running down my sore
face, still stinging from the smack. She was stronger than I thought. Mom had
never hit me before, not even when I was younger and naughtier.
My eyeshadow was a little bit smudged,
I noticed as I checked my reflection in my powder-compact mirror. Hopefully it
looked as if I had intended it to be that way.
I was a little bit too early, but that
was good, because I had time to re-apply my eye-makeup.
“What happened to you Kat?”
“I’ll tell you later.”
I promised as I heard the doorbell
The party was great, though it was
considerably marred by the slap I had received earlier. Kaydene loved her
As soon as the party was over and the
small crowd of guests had left, Kaydene and I were able to talk in private.
“Me and mom had this argument about
what I was wearing.”
I said in what was nearly a whisper.
“She called me a freak and told me to
put on some normal clothes. I refused so she slapped me really, really hard
across the face. Then I said that I hated her and ran all the way here.”
I told Kaydene. Kaydene, loyal as
ever, said that I’d been treated very cruelly. I knew that she was going over
the top a little bit, but it was still nice that there was someone on my side.
“Are you going to tell your dad?”
Kaydene asked gently.
“I don’t know, I don’t think he’d
believe me if I did tell him. He sides with mom, he sort of glosses over the
fact that she’s done something wrong and tells me that she means well.”