(This is in Lola's POV)
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"WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG?!?" I say, " SHE COULDVE KILLED ME."
"Well now I know that." Cora says, "Im sorry!!"
"No…I'm tired of this shit." I say, "I'm tired of you never helping me until it's too late."
I get up from the floor trying to catch my balance.
"You don't even like me enough to help me." I say with tears forming in my eyes.
"…Im ugly…aren't I?" I say crying.
"…." Cora is silent. She couldn't even answer me.
"Your not-."
"I will never forgive you." I say interrupting her.
"What..?"
"I will never…forgive…you."
I get up and walk out the door crying.
My tears are burning the open wound on my cheek.
Before I closed the door Cora said something but my mind went blank after that.
I wonder what she said to me. She looked so sympathetic.
But it's not like it matters anymore.
I don't even speak good about her.
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PRESENT
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I pull my concealer and blender out of my purse.
I analyze my face staring blankly at the scar on my cheek.
People usually say a scar tells stories about what we've lived and who we are or were. Some scars are visible, some aren't.
"Scars tell us a lot deeper than just skin deep. It's the history of us making the best version of a person we are now."
That's not true.
I haven't become the best version of me.
I think…
I may have become the absolute worse version of me.
The version of me that past me wouldn't have even accepted was me .
I've realized I've became the people I hate.
With my entire body.
And my entire soul.
And it was too late to change myself because I've gone too deep.
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PAST
(This is Cora's POV)
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"Your not ugly. Your divine. It's your last name after all." I say to Lola happily
She stares at me blankly like what I just said went in one ear and out the other and shuts the door.
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Did she not hear me?