hell did you give her? She’s baked.” Her sister turned to glare at Daddy Dearest and waited for an answer.
“Nothing. She had a headache, so I let her have a couple joints. Want one?”
“Yeah, I’ll pass, thanks!” Chrystal pulled out a chair beside Holly and stole a cold piece of leftover toast from her plate.
“I’m fine, Chrys, really.” Holly waived a hand in the air and tried to enjoy her dreamlike trance. She felt relaxed for once.
“Yep, a regular chip off the old block.” Christian smirked.
“What’s that supposed to mean? I’m nothing like you.”
“Yeah, keep telling yourself that.” The more offended she became, the more Christian seemed to be enjoying himself. Jerk.
“I will.” She got up and glared at him.
“Okay, enough,” Chrystal said, looking back and forth between them “Stop egging her on.”
“I don’t need this, or you.” She waved off her sister’s concern and banged the chair against the table in frustration. She glared at Christian. “I repeat, I am nothing like you, and if it makes you feel better to think so, then you go ahead. I’ll just make sure I prove you wrong.” She grabbed the wall for support and made her way back upstairs to bed. Maybe if she slept it off, the ugly words would go away.
It was time for a wakeup call, but was she strong enough to cope?
***
“You okay?”
“Yeah, just great, thanks!” Holly grimaced and walked past her sister to curl up on the couch. She’d slept the whole day away and was thankful the sperm donor was nowhere in sight. “Have you heard from Dad?”
“He called about an hour ago.” Chrystal sat down beside her. “Looks like Paige has forgiven him for whatever he did this time, and he’s spending the night over there again.”
“Good!” Holly scowled. “Can you believe the crap he was sprouting earlier? A chip off the old block, my butt.”
“You’re nothing like him, and neither am I. Don’t sweat it, okay? Let him talk, but then prove him wrong in your own way.”
“Revenge would be sweet.” She smirked. “Have I told you that I love you lately?”
“Yeah, yeah.” Her sister leaned forward to give her a purple nurple. Her fingers squeezed and pinched Holly’s boob as hard as she could.
“O-ouch!” Holly’s scream got louder as Chrystal twisted the skin and then let go.
“Did it feel good to sleep all day? Don’t ever smoke with Dad again. God only knows what he’s got laced in that shit and where it’s come from. You want to smoke, fine, do it with anyone but him. Okay? ”
“What the hell , Chrys!” Holly rubbed her sore skin and could already see the bruises forming on the top portion of her breast above the neckline of her shirt. “Do that again and I’ll make sure I get you back three times worse.” She pushed Chrystal away.
“Call it your punishment for being stupid, and you still haven’t answered me.” She stood and folded her arms across her chest. “Promise me you’ll be careful.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Holly grumbled. “You’re just lucky I know you care.” Holly rubbed her chest again. “That fucking hurt, you bitch.”
“I love you too.” Chrystal chuckled. “Now, how about a drink?”
Drink? Now that combined with Chrystal’s concern brought back some not so good memories…
Childhood giggles filled the house as she and her sister raced to the bottom of the stairs. They’d just gotten ready for bed like they were told to and had gone downstairs to wait for Emma to get back from work.
“Hey, girls, Mom’ll be back in a few minutes, so I figured I’d make you something for the wait.” Christian held out two mugs for them to take.
“What is it?” Chrystal asked as they both reached for one nervously, and Holly remembered wondering, since when does Dad make anything for us without being forced to? Like the times their mom would force him to spend a few hours every other month or so with Holly and Chrystal for some good old
“Nothing. She had a headache, so I let her have a couple joints. Want one?”
“Yeah, I’ll pass, thanks!” Chrystal pulled out a chair beside Holly and stole a cold piece of leftover toast from her plate.
“I’m fine, Chrys, really.” Holly waived a hand in the air and tried to enjoy her dreamlike trance. She felt relaxed for once.
“Yep, a regular chip off the old block.” Christian smirked.
“What’s that supposed to mean? I’m nothing like you.”
“Yeah, keep telling yourself that.” The more offended she became, the more Christian seemed to be enjoying himself. Jerk.
“I will.” She got up and glared at him.
“Okay, enough,” Chrystal said, looking back and forth between them “Stop egging her on.”
“I don’t need this, or you.” She waved off her sister’s concern and banged the chair against the table in frustration. She glared at Christian. “I repeat, I am nothing like you, and if it makes you feel better to think so, then you go ahead. I’ll just make sure I prove you wrong.” She grabbed the wall for support and made her way back upstairs to bed. Maybe if she slept it off, the ugly words would go away.
It was time for a wakeup call, but was she strong enough to cope?
***
“You okay?”
“Yeah, just great, thanks!” Holly grimaced and walked past her sister to curl up on the couch. She’d slept the whole day away and was thankful the sperm donor was nowhere in sight. “Have you heard from Dad?”
“He called about an hour ago.” Chrystal sat down beside her. “Looks like Paige has forgiven him for whatever he did this time, and he’s spending the night over there again.”
“Good!” Holly scowled. “Can you believe the crap he was sprouting earlier? A chip off the old block, my butt.”
“You’re nothing like him, and neither am I. Don’t sweat it, okay? Let him talk, but then prove him wrong in your own way.”
“Revenge would be sweet.” She smirked. “Have I told you that I love you lately?”
“Yeah, yeah.” Her sister leaned forward to give her a purple nurple. Her fingers squeezed and pinched Holly’s boob as hard as she could.
“O-ouch!” Holly’s scream got louder as Chrystal twisted the skin and then let go.
“Did it feel good to sleep all day? Don’t ever smoke with Dad again. God only knows what he’s got laced in that shit and where it’s come from. You want to smoke, fine, do it with anyone but him. Okay? ”
“What the hell , Chrys!” Holly rubbed her sore skin and could already see the bruises forming on the top portion of her breast above the neckline of her shirt. “Do that again and I’ll make sure I get you back three times worse.” She pushed Chrystal away.
“Call it your punishment for being stupid, and you still haven’t answered me.” She stood and folded her arms across her chest. “Promise me you’ll be careful.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Holly grumbled. “You’re just lucky I know you care.” Holly rubbed her chest again. “That fucking hurt, you bitch.”
“I love you too.” Chrystal chuckled. “Now, how about a drink?”
Drink? Now that combined with Chrystal’s concern brought back some not so good memories…
Childhood giggles filled the house as she and her sister raced to the bottom of the stairs. They’d just gotten ready for bed like they were told to and had gone downstairs to wait for Emma to get back from work.
“Hey, girls, Mom’ll be back in a few minutes, so I figured I’d make you something for the wait.” Christian held out two mugs for them to take.
“What is it?” Chrystal asked as they both reached for one nervously, and Holly remembered wondering, since when does Dad make anything for us without being forced to? Like the times their mom would force him to spend a few hours every other month or so with Holly and Chrystal for some good old
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