she waits . . . part 2 by brea isomee (short story to read TXT) 📖

chapter 3 -

I do my clients hair even though as much as much junk as she talked i should have charged her extra . But im fair so i don't .
She smacked her lips " i'm scared ya'll . "
The girl in the chair next to ours spoke up " Why ? As much as you talk you shouldn't be scared of squat ! "
The beauty shop erupted in laughter .
She cleared her throat " Whatever ! I do not talk that much stuff . "
I rolled my eyes and continued to flat iron her hair . I almost burnt her a time or to because little ms. road runner couldn't keep her head still while she told her story . It had something to do with her man wanting a baby and her not wanting to mess up her figure .
Girl please ! you not gonna have your figure forever so you might as well get it over with .
some of us would kill to have had kids at her age and she's too stubborn . She got a big rock sitting on her ring finger too !
I want to say so much at that point but i don't . I tune her out , finish her hair , collect my money and walk back to my office .
I had at least 20 minutes before my next client so i needed to sit my self down somewhere . And not in a room full of my loud talking employees and their loud talking clients .
Sometimes i think i should just stop doing hair . I mean , i own the shop so who would tell me no ? But slacking off is something i refuse to do at this age . I didn't get this far by not doing anything .
I plopped down in my chair and rested my head on the desk . I was exhausted . My own thoughts wouldn't let me rest at night . Maybe it was the stress from the shop or my family reunion coming up . Or it could just be my own personal problems like needing a man to relax me . Resting my head on my desk , before i knew it i was fast asleep .


A week later i was sitting in my mother's living room surrounded by family . most of 'em strangers to me . we hadn't had a family reunion in at least 10 years . People had married into the family , people had kids that were now into their teens and people had died .
I felt rather uncomfortable . Not with myself , but just being around a lot of people . Socializing was never my thing but i always had a friend or two . That friend was usually Makayla and whatever boyfriend she had at the time . Makayla was always prettier than me , smaller than me , and more popular than me . And i didn't hate on her at all because she never dissed me and she always was my friend from the get go . And just like she's pretty i guess i'm pretty in a way .
" Angie baby ? , " i heard my mothers voice coming toward me " stand up and give your mama a big hug ! "
I did as she asked and we sat back down .
She gave me a once over " you look good Angie . you know , for your size . "
for my size ?
I cleared my throat " what do you mean mama ? "
" I'm just saying . I mean , you have put on a few pounds but , that's okay . "
Maybe that was the reason i always thought of myself as ugly or too big . All thru my child hood i could remember i mother over feeding me or never telling me i was pretty when i dressed up . She always had to point out a problem . Always ! It never failed .
I let it go and moved on to the next subject " so mama , how are you and Kevin doing ? "
" We're fine . And how's that dream of yours going ? "
" What dream ? "
she gave a fake smile " you know , the beauty salon . "
My beauty salon is a dream ? It was a dream when i was five years old but i think now that i'm 32 and have owned my own successful salon for over 7 years that its no longer a dream . It's a career !
I wanted to ask why she was always putting me down and never respecting what i want . But i kept my mouth shut a smiled . I mean , she's my mother . What could i say that wouldn't come out like complete disrespect ? !
I put up with a few more hours of that from all of my cousins that i grew up with . I didn't have any brothers or sisters so growing up the closest things i had were cousins . They all loved me very dearly , and although they didn't say anything i could tell they were wondering how i got so big . The way their eyes roamed over my body made me felt dirty .
Or maybe i was paranoid .

chapter 4 -

Makayla took a sip from her wine glass and sat down on my couch as i told her about my mother " girl , no she didn't say that ! "
I shook my head " girl , yes she did . You know i wouldn't lie to you . "
" wow . I just , don't remember her being so heartless when we were little girls ."
" that's because she wasn't . As the year went on she got bitter as hell . And mean as hell . But hey , it's cool . "
I tried to down play the whole situation with my mother but it hurt . The whole thing was stupid . The whole family reunion was a mistake .
Makayla could tell i was hurt but she kept her mouth shut . She knew when i needed her to tell it like it is and when i need her to just support me and not say anything . And she did just that . She finished her cup of wine , I did her hair like planned and she left . But believe she didn't leave without telling me that i was too nice and shouldn't have taken that from my mother . She also gave me the number of a therapist . She said i had issues i needed to work out that were much deeper than she could fix .

Publication Date: 06-10-2011

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