"How can I not laugh at you! You, with your flaming red clown hair? The black circles etched around your eyes and bleeding down your face. Your tawdry lips slashed with red goo. You? You embarrass me!"
"I do not. Take it back! I am not an embarrassment. I'm just...sad! He left me. Me! I poured my soul out to him, and he left me. Drowning in the bitter taste of my own salt. HE LEFT ME!"
"Don't you turn your back on me. Don't you ever turn your back on me! If it were not for me, you would still be living in that trash can I found you in three years ago, sleezing it up just for a bite to eat! No wonder he doesn't want you! Look at yourself! Go on. Look closer. You see there? That supreme lump of inefficiency? That's YOU. I'm surprised he stayed as long as he did. Little Miss Perfect, you think you are."
"I don't." her response came quietly.
"She's not. Leave her alone, Felice!"
"But look at her, Teach! She is whiny, and snuffly, and look! Even her nose has snot running out of it. She's so disgusting. Why on earth would he possibly want that...that child! When he can have a woman like me instead?"
"And why would he want a condescending cruel hearted bitch like you when there are plenty of nicer fish in the sea? Come to me, Amber. Don't listen to Felice. That's right. Let ol' Teach take care of you. There now, no more snot. No more tears. Let's fix your face up pretty. Yes. Oh, that's much better. So much better! If I do say so myself, you can barely tell you were ever crying. Well done!"
"Now who's the one laughing, Felice? Dare you say another thing to me now that I am strong? Well, do you?"
"Well. Good job, Amber. That shut her up. I truly expected more from Felice, but then again, she is all talk and no bite. Good riddance! As for you, Amber...How many times have I told you this is NOT a good color on us? No Reds. NONE. Oh, the pain you cause me as I tear at our lips to remove this hideous color! Oh to be rid of the lot of you!! Now come on. Look. Isn't this pearly pink such a nicer color? Our skin glows, our cheeks brighten. There. Perfection." Teach took one last look in the mirror, applied one last coat of lipstick, and smiled to the empty room around her.
"Now," she said, looking straight into the mirror, "let me show you both how it's done properly. Our poor Mr. Jeffries will never know what hit him."
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--Stephanie, AKA The Drama Mama