“Ok,” I said, folding my arms and sitting back in the booth. “I get it; you’re a bad ass bitch. Now what the hell do you want?”
She set down her burger, ketchup and onions spilling out where she had taken a bite. The greasy graveyard on her plate made me want to vomit. I had spent a good portion of my life avoiding crap like that. Not only was I trying to stay skinny, but that stuff goes straight to your complexion.
“What’s the rush, Victoria? Believe me; we’re going to be seeing a lot of each other from now on.”
“Yeah,” I snorted, “right.”
“And your tone! What would your mother say if she could hear you?”
“You don’t know crap about my mother!”
“Well, I know she raised a shallow, manipulative mess.”
I couldn’t keep my anger inside any longer. Still, I didn’t want to cause a big scene, even if we were in a trashy diner. I reached out and grabbed her plate, sliding it toward me. I grabbed the salt and twisted off the top. Then I flipped open the burger and dumped the contents of the entire jar onto the beef patty. I smiled and slid the plate back to her.
The wretch shook her head. “Now what was the point of that?”
“It made me feel better.” My smile turned into a grin.
She sighed and pushed the plate toward the edge of the table, where the waitress could collect it. “This conversation’s starting to bore me,” she said, “so I’ll cut to the chase.”
“Well?” I asked impatiently.
“I need your help.”
I scoffed. “You need a lot more help than I can give you.”
“You mean more than you already gave me,” she said, her eyes squinted in contempt.
“Exactly,” I said coldly. “If you need some help getting out of town, I’d be happy to oblige.”
She laughed. “Oh, I’m not going anywhere, Victoria. In fact, I think I’m going to settle in here.”
“Why?” I asked in disbelief.
“I’m sick of being alone,” she said, seemingly honest. “I just want friends. I want to be normal.”
“You’re never going to be normal, you freak.”
“Well, that’s not entirely true. That’s where you come in.”
“What do you mean?” I asked as the waitress grabbed the plate. She made a face at us when she saw the salt covered food, but she didn’t say anything about it.
“Are you ready for the check?”
“Yes,” I said quickly, shooing her away with my hand.
“You broke my heart, Victoria. So did Dr. Kunst. Why does everyone want to hurt me?”
“Not everything’s about you,” I told her. “Sometimes things just don’t work out.”
“You sound like Dr. Kunst,” she said harshly.
“He sounds like a smart man.”
“Not really,” she replied with a smile. “Like you, he underestimated me.”
“So what? You want revenge just because a couple of people didn’t have room for you in their lives?”
She gulped down the rest of her iced tea and then slammed the cup down on the table. Luckily it was plastic, so it didn’t break.
“Nobody understands. All of you have had such easy lives. My own parents didn’t love me; they had their own affairs to consume themselves with. You didn’t love me; you just wanted me to be your real-life Barbie doll. Dr. Kunst didn’t love me; he just wanted me to be his youthful distraction. I have no idea what it’s like to be loved. I want to know. I want to be like everyone else.”
“Wah wah,” I said, wiping the fake tears from my eyes. “So your life sucks. Get over it. It’s not going to get any better by complaining about it and getting back at the people who hurt you.”
“No. If you want it to get better then you need to be proactive. You have to do something to change it.”
“That’s exactly what I’m doing.” She smiled at me deviously.