Chapter 9

Chapter  nine

"So you tell me, how should I do your hair?" Asked Jolene, my hair dresser. 

"Well what do you suggest?" I asked looking at her through the mirror.

"I don't think you would like it though," she replied.

"I wanted to plait my hair, maybe have braids, or something smaller, bob. How about a pink Mohawk -no!" I said still not sure what to do with my hair.

"Look at that. I want something like this, but make the curls bigger." I said pointing at picture of a black woman. 

"This will look good on you. Have you ever done a perm before?" she asked.

"Yeah. A number of times."

I could not believe it! Wow! I looked like different person. The curls looked good on me. Anyways a make over was worth it. I was going to visit my mom. 

Our relationship was not good. Well the was one thing for sure that I knew, I knew she loved me and I loved her. Because of my sexuality, I moved out of home and moved to the city and got a job.

I had been a long time since I saw her. I had told her the truth about my sexuality before I moved out, she didn't kick me out but I had to leave.

"Oh mo! Look at you, you look like a woman. A lot of straight boys will fall for you in this hair cut. You look so beautiful." Complemented Jolene. 

"I came to your place last night. Where were you? And will you explain to me how you changed your style over night?" Asked Jolene

"Remember the guy I told you about?" 

"Dean? Did he give you all this?"

"No, not really. Let me tell you what happened. I won't say much about last night. I know what you are thinking right now." I said, Jolene smiled. "Yeah it happened. So I woke up to find he I rich."

"But revenge and love at the same time?" Asked Jolene.

"Don't worry about that. I know what I will do. So this morning I woke up, sneaked into his closet! I borrowed a few outfits for the weekend. Do you think he will be mad at me?"

"Why would he be? I thought you just said you borrowed -wait… Don't tell me you stole all these!"

"No I didn't. He was fast asleep. I left a note, took a hundreds of dollars, in his dresser. Once he wakes up he I going to see that note. Its going to be okay."

"What if he reports you to the police? You will be charged for theft! You know that." 

"Jolene relaxed. He won't. Let me tell you something." I said, Jolene pulled her chair closer to mine.

"I don't know what is with this guy, I mean think I like him. Maybe I have developed a crush on him. Wait, after everything that happened, is it still a crush?" 

"I guess so, you know I'm not good at relationship advices. What about revenge? Remember they did to you?"

"I know. Sometimes I still have nightmares of that night. But it made me to be sure of who I was. I still had doubt on myself. That doesn't mean what they did was suppose to be done or it was right. I'm done with the other two guys. Now it time for Dean, he has to pay for the scars in me." 

"Are you sure you are going to do it?"

"Yeah, I mean its not like I'm going to kill him. Remember I didn't kill Keith nor did I kill John, but I'm happy there are dead. Those rascals didn't deserve to live."

"Neither does Dean deserves to live," said Jolene.

"Well I'm not sure about that. I will let fate decide, I mean I don't get to decide who lives and who dies. I did want to kill those two for my revenge but I'm glad they died!"

I got of the bus, the sun was about to set. I walked a few to get home. I didn't have to knock, the door was open, I walked in. Everyone seemed to be busy except for mother who walked towards me and hugged me. Tears fell out of her eyes, I bet she missed me.

"Mom I'm sorry…"

"Shhh… You don't have to be sorry. I am sorry. I you are still my child. I take back all the things I said about you. I was just shocked, you should have told me sooner."

"I love you mom."

"I love you too dear. I know your father loves you too. If he was here, he was going to understand. Have you been eating well? My poor child has lost so much weight."

"I only ate fast foods!"

"What are stupid!" She shouted as she started hitting me with her scarf!

"I'm joking my mom! I can cook!" I said laughing, I ran upstairs to my room.  

"My crazy boy!" Mom shouted. 

I closed my bedroom door and sat behind it crying. I had a lot if emotions that time. Sad, excited and angry at myself, yet I felt guilty. I walked to the mirror and gave myself a pep talk to calm down.

"That what you wanted, isn't it? Forget about everything. Think about what just happened. You have worked hard to get up. You need to be strong. Don't worry about everything." I took a deep breath and forced a smile.