Thursday, December 10, 2009
Rain first appeared as herself in OGW, Nov.12. Her mother has run off to NYC, her father is a drunk. Rain has also appeared as Kayla's best friend in OGW, Oct.1, and both girls are friends with Nancy's daughter, Casey (OGW, Nov.5). The three girls are preparing to go to a party on Saturday night, their first party with boys, alcohol, no parents and... I'll keep after this thread until their story together becomes clear.
Rain: Kayla holds my hand while I’m getting pierced, and In a breath, it’s done. The rush is spectacular, and makes me forget how sad I am. I’m no longer afraid.
But I should be.
Why I should be becomes hideously clear when Kala is climbing on the table to get her belly button pierced. There is yelling outside in the waiting room.
Oh God, not now, I think as I rush out without buttoning my jeans.
“Leave him Rain!” Kayla shouts. “Just do it,” she says to the piercer, frantic. Now I wish I’d let Kayla go first. It means so much to her! But the piercer hesitates as I run out and the yelling gets louder. Oh Daddy!
“You hafta let me back there she’s my baby unlock the door now I demand—“
I run out the door and nearly knock him over, grab him in the nick of time. He touches my face, gently, looking down on me like I’m still his baby, even though he’s leaning on me now. He pulls out his iced tea, what’s supposed to be iced tea, as if no one would guess it’s spiked. He leans on me harder.
“Sir, there’s no drinking in here. Sir!”
Daddy doesn’t listen. The frizzy-headed goth girl behind the counter was so nice before talking to Kala and me about the star tattoo behind her ear, showing us her piercings. Now she turns her scorn toward me.
“He has to leave. Take him out.”
I only nod, and comply. Kayla emerges before I can get my Dad to the door. She’s crying.
“You knew how important this was to me!” she shouts.
She’s right, but I can’t deal with her, with guilt or shame right now. Right now, I have to get Daddy home. Shit, what a day! His arm roughly scrapes my new piercing, and it hurts like hell, but I can’t worry about that either –
“It’s your fault!” Kayla says, lunging at my father.
He steps back quickly, almost falls. The bitch-girl behind the counter has come out to open the door for us and has the nerve to grab my Dad by the arm like he’s a bum, and I turn on both of them—
“Leave him alone!” To Kayla I say the unforgiveable, “If getting pierced was so important, where’s your mother?” To the gothic thug I just say, “Cunt,” and to my Dad I say, “Go, Car.”
No one is happy.