I stood there watching as dad walked out.
I was thinking that he would end up stopping to turn around and elaborate on what the meeting was about or for, but he never turned around. So, I just stood there. Looking at his retreating form, wondering what was going on and why people were acting so weird.
He said nothing more. He left completely without any further instructions or directions. He didn't even take the time to yell at me some more, he just walked out like Bethany and I would be able to handle everything from there. And well, I guess Bethany would.
So I just stood there in confusion. I really didn't know how to take the way that dad just walked out.
I apparently stood there long enough to annoy Bethany.
"Let's go slut, stop standing there like a moron!"
"I do not have all night, and based on dad's time limit neither do you. Besides I don't want to be doing this so the sooner we get this over the sooner I can enjoy my evening. Away from you," she yelled.
She jerked my hair pulling me towards the stairs and up to my room, like she was leading a dog with a leash or something.
She held onto my hair the whole time we both tried to walk up the stairs, making it harder for me to walk at the weird angle my head was needing to turn to ease up on the pain. She really held on to my hair longer than she really needed.
With my hair in her tight grip it made it difficult for me to walk up the stairs behind her until she let it go.
She gets as much joy out of my pain as dad does.
Once outside the door to my room Bethany stopped abruptly.
"Oh, No! No, No, NO! Damn! I can't believe I'm going to say this but let's go to my room. UUGHHH! I'm sure you have shit for make-up, or hair product, or anything remotely girly at all, do you? Why do you have to be so lame and not own anything?"
"Hey, that's not my fault, I am not deemed important enough to buy basic feminine products for. Take that up with your dear father," I sneered back at her quietly.
I am a little less afraid of Bethany than I am of dad. She at least is not as strong as him, so her hits are a little less painful.
She got a look of pure evil across her pretty face.
Oh, how I hated when she would get this look, it only meant terrible things for me, which usually included pain and bruises.
Smirking, she said. "Well, if everything goes as planned, and this is a success. Maybe, dad will decide to continue this on a regular basis, make your 'meetings' a permanent event on the calendar. I will just talk to him about getting your own things. That way I won't have to keep throwing away perfectly good make-up because you tainted it."
Ouch that hurt.
I didn't like the way she said the word 'meetings', I could practically see the air quotes around the word as she said it. I had a dreadful feeling I am not going to enjoy these meetings.
"Continue what? What is he having me do? I do not understand why he is needing me to come to this meeting. I have nothing to do with his business. Or personal life as far as that goes." I asked out of fear. This couldn't be anything good.
"Oh, shut up! I do not have time to explain everything to you, nor do I want to. You will see soon enough." She walked away, expecting me to follow behind her.
I did not want to follow behind her, as the dread was building up more and more. The closer we got to her room it felt like I had a lead weight in my stomach. My feet were as heavy as concrete blocks. By the time we were at her door, I was practically walking at a snail's pace.
"Hurry up, damn-it! Taking your sweet ass time, will not stop the inevitable. I am still going to get you ready. You are still going to do what father says. And you will still meet with dad's guest! Whether you like it or not. The only difference is whether you're on time, or if you're late. If you are late, that will piss dad off. I'm sure he will be able to come up with a very painful consequence for making him wait. The choice is yours; I could care less either way!"
"Now jump in the shower and make it the fastest shower you have ever had; I will get everything else ready out here." She said as she shoved me towards her restroom.
I walked into her bathroom and stripped, taking my sweaty volleyball clothes off. I contemplated putting them into Bethany's hamper for a brief second, so I do not have to take them back to my room, but then decided against it. If I put them in with her clothes she would probably throw them away, and all her clothes in there too for that matter, the second I leave. So, I laid them on the counter to grab and take back to my room once I was done.
I showered quickly. I had to use her shampoo and conditioner, as well as her body soap. Even though I hate to admit it, I really like the scent of her shampoo and conditioner, it was a very high quality and expensive brand. The shower gel bought for me is a three in one shampoo, conditioner, and body soap all combined. I am pretty sure it was the cheapest they could buy.
I was just rinsing out the last bit of conditioner when I heard Bethany banging on the door and yelling at me.