Daddy's Little Angel
She said, I made a big mistake, making their mother friends with my mother.
“Where were you last night, Alina?” She asked.
“Mother…I,” I could lie more. I know she will know the truth by hook or crook.
“Let me show you something, Alina” she said and suddenly, she pulled out her phone, smiling at me — but it wasn’t a good smile. It was the kind of smile that made my stomach twist.
She tapped the screen and held it up, playing a video right in front of my eyes.
There was a girl in a red dress, hair wild and tangled, makeup smeared like war paint. She was laughing. Twirling. Dancing without care — without shame.