Breed by Alpha Jaxton

Chapter 23: Glitter and Glam.

In a world where I feel like I don’t belong he is the one clear thing for me. There is clarity with him.

“wow. You look …. pretty.” she say surprised. She standing at the doorway.

I whirl around to see her looking at me with an expression I have never see before. She is surprised to see me all decked like this. I hardly ever get dressed and decked for anything. She looks like she’s seeing her baby sister for the first time like this.

Clearing her throat she looks at me and asks.

“what are we going to do with your hair though? It’s not like we can put a beanie on it and call it a day.” she says.

“i’m not wearing this dress and putting a beanie on.” I tell her.

“calm your t**s woman. Your hair is naturally straight.” she says wistfully.

“yeah. It is.” I agree with her.

“okay. let’s just leave it like that. Just use some of my hair products to give it a little shine while I get into my dress, you’re going to do your makeup yourself. I don’t have enough time to do all of that.” she says as she already starts walking back to her room.

“i don’t need any makeup.” I shout at the top of my lungs to her. I can’t remember when she started using makeup but I know since when we were both young she would always beg mama to take her to the mall to get stuffs like dresses and makeup. While I on the other hand I hated going to the mall with my sister and my mother. They would end up walking together and trying a lot of things and making me take thins I don’t wanna. Clothes that don’t compliment me, my coloring or my hair. They just be clashing against everything. It never really suited my style and everything. I always went for the earthy vibe while she’s like in your face pink, reds, blues and all of that color which I was not really down for. I love dresses, sundresses. I don’t dig the tight, short fitted dresses that put my whole body on display and didn’t fit. It also clung to all the wrong spots which made me very uncomfortable.

Even my hair, I know mama is always saying it because she cares about me and it is her own way of protecting me but she would buy beanies, hats and head covers for me. Telling me subtly to cover up my hair. The whiteness of my hair is the constant reminder that I am the child of the curse and no matter what I can’t run away from it. I stand out no matter where I go but there would be no covering up today. I am going to go out there and be myself. No more hiding. What good is it going to do me anyways? With or without my hair showing those that are going to bully me are still going to do so. They are sad people who need someone to pick on and torment.

My eyes are witches eyes according to them. When I get really mad they glow and glisten.