I knew she disliked me, but I really didn't know she hated me that much.
Honestly that was a very teenage girl thing to do. I wonder how long these pictures have been up and why do I offend her so much that she is willing to vandalize all of our family pictures by removing me from them.
What did I ever do to be disliked to the extent that it would make someone completely remove me from a photo. To erase my existence within the family.
I was so deep in my self-pity that I didn't even realize when Bethany had finished and was no longer pulling on my hair. Man was I that pitiful that I was so lost in my hurt feelings that I couldn't tell that my hair was being pulled out any more.
Noise coming from the closet snapped me back to the present.
I glanced up and noticed that Bethany was not longer standing right there behind me. I then looked over to where the noise had come from in time to see Bethany walk out of her closet with several articles of clothing in her arms. Well, less like articles or clothing and more like barbie dresses. They looked so tiny, there is no way she is expecting me to wear one of those monstrous things.
"Yeah, ummm, I would rather wear some of my own clothes." I stammered out quietly.
At first, I didn't think that she heard me because she just continued what she was doing without acknowledging me. "So, you don't need to find me anything to wear from your closet, I will just go to my room and get dressed really quick." I stated a little louder.
Bethany snickered before saying, "Oh you poor dumb bitch. Do you really think that you have anything presentable enough for our special guest? Do you think for one minute dad would be ok with you in any of your own wardrobe? You have no style at all." I looked at her a little perplexed.
I don't even know who the guest is, so no I really didn't know if I had the right clothes or not. "I didn't think so! I'm sure all you have are your normal beggar clothes that you always wear. And those will not work."
She laid the bunch of dresses on her bed next to the red one she had in the living room.
I had almost forgotten about it from everything going on, she must have put it on the bed when I was in the shower. Bethany spread all the dresses out, to where she was able to see each one. I am not even sure how she was able to even do that, it looked like there were at least two dozen dresses. Almost all the dresses that she took layed out still had the tag on it, meaning that she has yet to wear any of them.
Why would anyone need that many dresses to not even wear them, it didn't make any sense to me.
Then she forced me to stand near the bed. Physically forced me. She shoved my body from her vanity to across the room to next to her bed. She moved me around without much effort, more so because I was curious about all the dresses, and that I hoped I would be able to have a say in whichever dress she picks out.
As if I were a live manikin, Bethany started holding each dress up in front of me to get an idea of which one would look the best. I stood there as still as possible as she lifted dress after dress. It seemed that Bethany went through dozens of dresses. I didn't even see her bring that many out of the closet.
Or I'm guessing that is what she was doing. She would hold on up, put it down, and then hold up another one. Pressing them each against my body and modeling it without me actually putting it on.
But what do I know? She may have been just trying to find out which one she liked the least and didn't care about letting me wear it. Because I am sure once I put it on, she will no longer be wearing that dress. I am sure she will be throwing it away after tonight.
That seemed more likely, I doubt she really cared if I looked good or not.
Finally, as if she had made up her mind, she shoved one of the black dresses into my hands telling me to put it on.
I looked at the dress in my hand and then looked back up at her.
"Are you sure about this dress, it looks a little tight and too short for me." I ask her quietly.
Bethany glares at me with those evil eyes that she has and responds, "She I am sure. Stop being a bitch and put the dress on. Besides, I don't like this dress anyway so, I am not worried about you wearing it."
Well I called that didn't I. I knew that would be more than likely the case on her final dress making decision.
"Now go and put it on. I do not have the patience for this and I will force it on you myself." She said while trying to collect the remainder of her dresses.
I thought for a second she was going to put all her dress up by herself. But I was wrong, she just tossed them all down on the ground to make room for her to sit on the bed while she waited for me to get dressed. As she reached over and grabbed her phone off the desk and started scrolling through it.
She looked up at me and smeared, "What did you say? I can not hear you whispering. If you are talking to me you need to speak up bitch, I can't hear what you are whispering about."
"I don't have any underwear." I whispered.
If I was not already humiliated as it was now, I have the issue of not having any underwear and have to express that issue with Bethany of all people. I am sure she was just eating up all the humiliation that I am feeding her right now.