"How could you do such a thing to your own dad?!", Mom asked in a sobber tone.
The video says it all, so denying isn't really an option.
"It wasn't meant for him!", I replied.
"Then who was it for?", She asked.
I looked at Kareen and then back at mom, knowing that even though I mentioned Kareen's name, the consequences maybe the same or worse even.
"Kareen?!", Mom asked furiously.
At that instant, I became speechless.
Before I knew it, I received a slap on my face.
"You should be ashamed of yourself, how could you do such a thing to your younger sister. You really hurt me Katie... You really did!", Mom said and stepped out while I held my face.
As they left Kareen turned around and stuck out her tongue.
As tears rolled down my cheeks, I felt there and then like holding her by the neck and strangling her till she vomits the evil in her lungs.
They left, shutting the door behind them.
As soon as they left, I laid on my bed and began to cry.
……
I woke up to the sound of the knock on the door.
"Get dressed. In 15 minutes we are going to the hospital to see Jimmy and his mom so hurry up!", Mom said and apparently walked away.
I got off the bed yawned and stretched for a bit and walked into the bathroom.
After a light shower, I walked up to the mirror staring at my hair and wondering what to do about it when I heard a knock on the door.
"Who's there?", I asked carelessly.
"It's Kareen!", I heard the reply as the door was gently pushed open.
Hearing her name, I got angry in an instant and stood up yelling: "what do you want?! Have you come to taunt some more?!"
"Katie wait!", She said putting her hands in front as she stepped back slowly.
"Wait for what?!", I askedas I shortened the distance between ourselves.
"Here! For your hair.", She replied.
"What's that, a potion to make what you've done permanent?!", I asked getting more angry.
"You have to trust me.", she added.
On hearing her words, I chuckled and blurted out sternly: "trust Kareen! I rather trust the devil!"
On hearing me the little bottle she held forward was slightly lowered as she appeared depressed.
"Here!", She said dropping it on the floor and walking away.
"Where are you going? Get back here and take your prank bottle with you!"
She opened the door and said: "to get rid of the colors, apply that to your hair, wait for 5 minutes and wash it off, it should be fine afterwards. Feel free to throw it away if you don't want to make use of it."
After speaking she walked out and was shutting the door gently, when she stopped and added: "I am not your enemy, they are just protecting and avenging for me; I have no literal control. I love you sis, please be careful."
After saying that, she shut the door.
What was that supposed to mean?!
I got irritated and began to soliloquize: "This child's so f_cked up! She thinks she is so smart! I know she's but still... I am not that stupid!"
I began to mimic her in a whiny tone: "They are protecting and avenging for me.. uh uh... I have no literal control! What the f_ck is that?! I love you sis? Liar!"
After speaking, I walked up to the bottle and was about to pick it up and throw it away, when another thought came to my mind.
What happens when I touch this bottle?
This could be another trap.... I ain't touching this with my hand.
I looked around and found my white shirt, the one I wore earlier with the dungarees. I picked it up wrapped my hand in it and went to pick it up.
About to pick up and then another question surged up once again. Could this bottle be tied to a string?
What happens when I pick it up?
Thinking of this, I decided to look for an object long enough to create a reasonable distance between I and the bottle.
I looked around and picked up a broom, stood some distance away from the bottle and then pushed it.
As soon as the broom came in contact with the bottle I let go of it and hid behind my bed.
After a few seconds, I stood up and spied on it.
The bottle fell on the ground, rolled a few centimeters away from its original position.
Nothing seemed to have happened.
Seeing this, I walked up to it with less fear, picked it up still with the shirt still on my hand.
Picking it up, I realized that the shirt got stained with the content in the bottle.
The region became black.
"Could this be dye?", I said a bit surprised.
I carefully took it close to my nose.
As soon as I took a sniff, I began to cough.
"What kind of dye is this?!", I added a little skeptical when I heard a knock on the door.
"Katie, 5 minutes, Downstairs!", Mom said and seemingly walked away.
Hearing this, I glanced through the room in search for the cap the little girl gave me.
I finally found it, but looking at it again and thinking about going to meet Jimmy once again, I need to look better than I did earlier today.
If I told mom to get me a new cap at this state we're in, she's most likely going to ignore me completely.
I looked at the bottle Kareen gave to me once again, took a deep breath and exhaled with my lips pursed.
I quickly rushed into the bathroom, got and began the process Kareen had instructed.
In exactly 5 minutes, I washed it off.
While washing, I could hear mom, repeatedly hitting the door and yelling: "Katie what's taking you so long, Kareen's almost done eating!"
"I'm coming mom!", I replied and rushed out of the bathroom with my hair towel.
I cleaned up, combed my hair not looking in the mirror and ran out of my room.
When I got down, the entire family was sitted round the dinner table. On seeing me, they stopped and began to stare.
I knew something was up when mom who was angry with me began to smile in awe.
To be continued.....
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