~~Hope~~

Chapter Thirty-Three

     I nodded, and looked up to the ceiling. I was so used to Juila doing my make-up, I knew to stay still so they wouldn't mess up. "I'm so scared that I'll make the wrong descision..."

     "It's normal to be scared." She told me. "Your only fourteen, but just remember. You being pregnant is not our fault, nor your daughter's. So, you didn't do anything wrong." She closed the tube of mascara. "And don't ever think your daughter is a mistake. Even if you don't keep her. Babies are never mistakes. Having sex is a mistake, but getting raped isn't."

     "I know." I smiled. "I would never say a baby is a mistake."

     "You better not." She smiled back at me, as she pulled in her curling iron, and switched it on. She picked up a brush and began to brush through my hair.

     "I want mommy to do my hair!" Lilly complained, hopping down from the bed. 

     "I'm doing Anna's right now." My mom said, splitting my hair into two sections, and clipping up the top section. 

     "But I want you to do mine!" She fell to the floor, tears falling down her round cheeks. 

     "Jack!" My mom called. After a minute, he came in.

     "Yes, Jenna?" He asked staring at the crying Lilly on the ground.

     "Can you do Lilly's make-up and hair for her? Use her easy to come off make up though." She said. I had to force myself not to laugh. My step father doing my little sister's make-up and hair? This would be good.

     "Sure thing." He bent down and scooped up Lilly. "Let's make you look like a princess!"

     "Yay!" She giggled. Oh, how easy it was to please her.

     "Okay, let's do your hair." My mom said, as Jack and Lilly headed to Lilly's bedroom.

     I nodded, and my mom picked up a small section of my hair, and wrapped it around the curling iron. After a second, she dropped it and moved onto another section. 

     "So... What do you think of Zach?" I asked, trying to make conversation.

     "I like him. He's polite, and so much more nicer than that other guy was." She moved on to the next piece of hair.

     "Who, Eric?" I asked.

     She nodded, finishing up the bottom section of hair. I was so surprised at how fast she curled hair. "He didn't treat you right."

     I didn't say anything, but silently I agreed. She dropped down the top section as I looked at the time. "We better hurry." I told her. "He's gonna be here soon." 

     "I am." She began curling pieces of hair. I sat there, feeling the warmth of the curl when she dropped it. I closed my eyes, letting my mind wander. After a couple of minutes I felt my mom pulled away from my hair.

     "Almost done." She told me. I opened my eyes, and saw her unplugging the curling iron. She then squeezed some hair gel into her hands. Very gently she rub it into my now curled hair. After she finished, she grabbed my hair and twist it, taking a clip she clipped it into a messy bun, letting the sides fall out. Last, she got a can of hair spray and sprayed it all of my hair. 

     "Can I see now?" I asked impatiently. 

     "Not yet.." She picked up a light pink lip gloss and rubbed it onto my lips. "Now you can."

     Very slowly, I turned towards the mirror. Staring at my reflection, I gasped. My make-up was prefect. She made my eyes stand out with blue and white eyeshadow, and with a thin line of eyeliner going completely around my eyes, my eyelashes stood out, and my lips shone with the lip gloss. Then, I looked at my hair, and gasped again. The pieces hanging out at the sides were beautiful curls, and the hair hanging down from the messy bun was also curled. I didn't even look like myself...