Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
With that, she practically ran toward her car that was parked behind Hennessy’s.
She jumped in, slammed the door, and backed out all within a few short seconds.
“Well, that wasn’t weird at all,” Hennessy drawled. “One mention of her sister and she’s out.”
I shrugged. “Rosemary and Ariya go together like a vagina and herpes.”
Hennessy gagged on her taquito—her third if my count was right—and stared at me in horror. “That’s just wrong.”
I shrugged.
“The two of them have hated each other since they were old enough to realize that they had the same mom but different dads. Seriously the two of them couldn’t hate each other more if they tried,” I expounded. “It’s amazing what good genes will do for a person.”
“You’re saying that Ariya has bad genes?” she questioned, licking her fingers.
One at a time.
Slowly.
Shit!
I shifted my stance, trying to alleviate the bulge that I knew I wasn’t hiding very well, and nodded.
“Not bad genes…” I hesitated. “Ariya and Rosemary’s mother was a good woman. She died of cancer when both of them were still teenagers. Each of them went to live with their respective fathers after that. One was good—Rosemary’s. The other was indifferent—Ariya’s.”
Hennessy brought her drink back up to her lips. “What happened?”
I shrugged. “The usual. He treated her like utter shit. Never any new clothes to wear. Forced her to work, and then took the money that she worked for.”
“And Rosemary?”
I smiled. “Rosemary has always been a sweet girl. Her dad had always been in the picture. Ariya, though? Rosemary’s father didn’t like Ariya. She was a bad influence on his child, and he disliked that. The moment that he got a chance to change it, Rosemary’s father took her away and made sure that Rosemary kept her nose clean. Which in turn pissed Ariya off because it was as if Rosemary was too good for her.” I sighed. “Instead of the two of them talking, Ariya just sniped at her sister, and Rosemary sniped back because Ariya was so vicious.”
Hennessy snorted.
“I could’ve deduced that.” She laughed.
There was no humor in it, though.
“What do you mean?”
“Ariya was a bully,” Hennessy explained, taking another sip of her drink before she continued. “She made my high school life a living hell. And God forbid she be in my Sunday school class at church. That sucked worse than anything.”
“What did she do to you?” I frowned.
Hennessy’s mouth quirked. “What did she not do?”
My stomach burned, and I shifted from foot to foot as I tried to figure out what I wanted to say.
“You need to calm down,” she laughed. “High school was a long time ago, and the things that she did are long over.”
Just because they’d happened a long time ago, didn’t mean that it should carry any less significance than it did.
I stopped pacing and took a seat on the bench that was underneath the awning of the gas station, and then patted the seat.
She got up from her lean against her car and walked toward me, taking a seat at my side.
“Tell me about it.”
I hadn’t realized that Ariya had been that way. Now I was curious to know what she’d done.
“Tell me.”
Hennessy lifted the drink back up to her mouth, sucked on it until there was nothing left, and then set it on the ground by our feet before she dove in.
Head first, might I add.
“When I was in middle school, the day at the party where I got dressed up and my dad told me to wait in his office?”
I nodded, remembering that vividly.
“Later that night, I was in my room—grounded mind you, and Ariya came to the door.”
I frowned.
I’d been with Ariya that day. I remembered it vaguely.
“She left to go get some dinner that day,” I said. “Brought it back almost an hour later.”
Hennessy started to laugh, but her laughter wasn’t one of an amused woman. No, this was darker, more sinister.
“She came over and told my father that I stole her clothes,” she admitted. “My father came back into my room after she’d left, and proceeded to let me know that if I ever did that again, I’d find myself kicked out of the house on my ass.”
“I thought you said that Krisney let you borrow them?” I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees.
“She did.”
I frowned. “Then why would she say that you stole them?”
“Because she walked by while my father was ripping me a new one in his church office, and I saw her outside. She had a smile on her face that clearly said, ‘Sucks to be you.’”
I gritted my teeth.
“Give me the rest.”
She shrugged and flipped her hair out of her eyes.
“Little things. Went out of her way to buy the last roll at school knowing that I got to lunch late my senior year since I had to have surgery. Or complaining to teachers that I was getting preferential treatment since I was on crutches. It got to the point where they no longer argued with her and stopped letting me go early. Meaning that it took me forever to get to the lunchroom, and by the time I arrived, all the pizza would be gone. When I was forced to go in the main line, she’d purposefully go up there and get another tray. Taking her time, talking to the lunch ladies, and forcing me to wait for her. Then when the bell would ring for me to return to class, I’d only have half my lunch eaten.”