Colby
My hand doesn’t hurt. Not one bit. The real pain is in my heart… it’s fucking unbearable, and I don’t want to remember why it hurts, because it’ll just make my head hurt too!
“Colby, that was so rude,” Dad scolded, a frown on his face. “Remember, she’s your sister now.”
“Then she shouldn’t have asked,” I retorted. And wait, whose sister is she again? I would never accept her as my sister.
I clenched my jaw, my eyes meeting Yvonne’s. Her face was unreadable. She sighed deeply and looked away.
Yvonne had been like this since Jayden’s incident. She hasn’t been herself. It’s as if she’s become someone else-depressed, broken, shattered, just like I was when I was eleven.
Damn it! I’m remembering it again. I closed my eyes, breathing in and out, before opening them to find Stella in front of me, her face contorted with worry. Or rather, she was trying to look worried.
“Are you okay?” she asked with such forced concern that it made me feel nauseous.
I didn’t respond. I didn’t want to, so instead, I lay back down and turned away from her, wrapping my arms around my body.
“I thought you were actually starting to like Sally…” I heard Stella say, and my brows furrowed in irritation.
Why would she think such a ludicrous thing? I was about to protest when she added softly, “When you said you would look for her instead of me, I thought you cared.”
I scoffed loudly, making sure they could hear my disdain. The only reason I did that was because Yvonne had volunteered to go when Stella offered. Leaving Yvonne and Sally alone together would’ve been a disaster waiting to happen. It would be like mixing two volatile compounds and waiting for them to explode. I knew it was a terrible idea, which is why I stepped in and offered to go instead.
Even though Yvonne looked and acted differently, that didn’t mean she no longer hated Sally. If given the chance, Yvonne wouldn’t hesitate to act on her hatred, even with those pale, sad eyes of hers.
“Well, it seems you want to be left alone for now, Colby. We can talk later, okay?” Stella said, her voice soft and grating on my nerves. I shut my eyes, wondering when I wouldn’t have to hear her voice again.
Finally!
After a few minutes of blissful silence, I asked, “Can I go home now? I don’t understand why I have to stay here when I’m perfectly fine.”
“The nurse said you need to stay until she brings the final injection, so just be patient!” Dad snapped, clearly irritated by my attitude.
Who cares though?
“How much longer do I have to wait?” I groaned. “I’m tired. So damn tired.”
“Colby! No swearing around your elders, please,” Dad warned. “Especially around your mother.”
Once again, that word-mother- fucking grated on my nerves, irritating me beyond belief.
“I’m leaving,” I declared, sitting upright. “I can’t deal with this bullshit anymore.”
“You’re staying, Colby!” Dad insisted, standing up and towering over me as I sat on the bed.
“Jerry, it’s fine. He’s just a kid,” Mom said, trying to calm him down.
“I’m not a kid,” I snapped. “So don’t treat me like one and don’t call me one.”
“Maybe I should be the one to leave,” Yvonne sighed, getting up and walking out.
The nurse soon appeared, smiling as she injected me and said we could go.
“Finally, thank goodness,” I sighed, standing up and leaving before my… parents could.
I took the stairs, knowing they’d take the elevator. As I descended, I heard a loud slap from below, causing my eyes to widen. I peered down and was shocked to see my two… sisters glaring at each other.
Yvonne was panting, her hand holding her reddened cheek. Sally’s hand was still raised from delivering the slap. I knew this would happen. I sighed and rushed downstairs. Just as I approached them, Sally landed another loud slap on Yvonne’s other cheek.
I couldn’t help but smirk. This was the Sally I knew.
“How dare you!” Yvonne yelled, shaking her head like a madwoman, her hand clutching her face.
Sally ignored her and turned to me, approaching with a determined expression. I wondered what she was planning.
Then, she started signing. I thought I told her to stop!
“Why did you volunteer to find me?” she asked.
I remained silent, hoping she’d give up if I didn’t engage.
“Why did you help me back at the nurse’s desk?” she persisted.
I gritted my teeth. Because you reminded me of my pathetic mom, who let people use her. Does she expect me to say that?
“Why did you slam your injured hand on the counter because of me?” she signed.
What was she thinking? Hadn’t she heard of adrenaline? Thanks to that stupid hormone, you sometimes do things without a second thought, not even feeling pain when you’re supposed to.
Still, I refused to answer her. She had to give up eventually. My gaze shifted to Yvonne, who glared at Sally before walking away, passing us and heading upstairs.
Then Sally signed slowly, deliberately. “Why do you never reply to me? You can understand me, so why don’t you-”
I slapped her hand away, growling, “Fuck off, Sally.” I tried to walk away, but she suddenly stepped in front of me and grabbed me by the crotch, my pants shielding her hand from direct contact.
My eyes widened as I slowly lifted my gaze to meet hers. She mouthed slowly and deliberately, as if wanting me to focus and understand: “You’re getting hard again, stepbrother.”
“I’m not!” I was about to yell, but damn it, I could feel it. I was getting hard-really hard-just from the touch of someone I couldn’t stand.
My bulge seemed to grow even bigger, and I gulped. Why wasn’t I slapping her hand away like I was supposed to? Why was I allowing this? Why wasn’t I stopping her? Why was I watching her massage me and trying to stifle a sound of pleasure?
“Stop, Sally,” I groaned. She signed “no” with her free hand before I could say another word. To my shock, she slipped her hand inside my pants, gripping my cock.
Fucking fuck.