"Hurry up bitch, I do not have all day! I know you are filthy but it should not take that long to get cleaned." I heard her yelling through the bathroom door.
"Really, how long does it take someone to shower. I did not sign up for all of this. I can not believe that dad is making me go through all this work, simply for this whore right now." Bethany mumbled to herself. I don't think that she was meaning for me to hear her.
Or maybe she was, she is evil. She probably wanted me to understand that she is not doing this because she wants to.
Sighing I responded back quickly, "I'm done! I am just drying off now. What am I supposed to put on, there isn't an outfit in here and I did not bring any clothes in here with me."
"Wrap up in the towel and get your ass out here! God, why is it so hard to just shower and dry off?" Bethany screeched at me.
I had the towel tightly wrapped around me, trying to conceal as much of my body as possible. I am not very self conscious but I still did not like showing my body off. Following her instructions, I stepped out of the bathroom. I do not think that I was able to completely make it out of the bathroom before I was attacked by Bethany. Or rather I was greeted just to be shoved down into a chair in front of her vanity.
"This would make my job so much easier if you didn't have so many ugly bruises to fix. How can one person bruise so easily? Why must I fix everything?" Bethany stated rolling her eyes in the mirror at me.
I was tempted to roll my eyes right back at her, but I reminded myself that nothing good would come from that so I stopped myself before it happened and got Bethany mad.
It wouldn't do me any good any way. "I am sorry! I will try to bruise less next time you or dad decides to use me as a punching bag."
I am not sure where I am getting all the will to fight back today. Because usually I would just sit back and take all the insults and crude comments without saying anything. I must be really tired, and in a fighting mood.
"I don't know what's gotten into you, with all your talking back. But you better get it out of your system now. Because I am pretty sure after a while what little spirit you have left will be broken even more." Bethany smugly stated.
"Also, if dad didn't need you in perfect shape, I would be adding to your lovely collection of bruises. Bitch!"
Well, that sounds promising.
Deciding there is no point poking the bear, especially when I knew for a fact that the bear will bite. I sit there and let her poke and prod on me. Oh my god geeze, I didn't know it took all this effort to look so fake! I am glad that I am not really into all this junk. Besides not having it available to me, I never really liked to cake a bunch of make-up on to try and cover my true self up.
It is fascinating, however. I watch Bethany, in almost a state of awe, as she moisturized, plucked, plumped and shaped my face just to get me ready for the make-up process.
It was intriguing!
She had so many different containers labeled for various parts of the face. I swear a billion different shades of each container as well. Who could possibly need this much stuff to hide who they really are.
She mixed a color here, added a shade to there, and this was all before a single drop of make-up touched my face.
She stopped mixing and glanced between me and the mixture, then back at me. I guess she was happy with whatever she was contemplating in her mind.
She took out a large, fluffy brush and dabbed it into her mixture. Then brought it up to my face and started rubbing it in a circular motion onto my face. As I watched through the mirror, I noticed that the mixture was no longer just a dull tan color that matched my face but had a pink sparkly appearance to it. As if the color changed once it was on the brush. And everywhere that the mixture touched my face it left a slight tingling sensation.
"What is that?" I asked in a little bit of wonder. It was not any type of make-up that I have ever seen before.
Bethany exasperated, "It is just foundation, don't be so lame! You would think you have never seen someone with make-up on before. I don't even know how to deal with you sometimes. I know you are not much into making yourself look beautiful, but I would have thought that even you knew what foundation was."
Just foundation.
That didn't sound correct. There was no way that whatever Bethany was using was just foundation.
I know that I do not have much experience with make-up, in fact my experience is very limited. What I know about make-up, is only what I have seen from Nikki. She has tried to get me to put make-up on all the time. She says that I have a great complexion and I should let her enhance my features with a little bit of make-up.
Nikki's foundation never took so much mixing to make it correct, in fact it was already premixed when she got it. And it never changed colors once it was on the brush. There was something different about the make-up that Bethany was using.
I need to ask Nikki if she knows about this type of make-up when I see her. I am sure that she may have every type of make-up there is in this city. If anyone would know what it is, it would be her.