more, for she’d become a danger to herself as well as others. She had to be institutionalized for her own good before something terrible happened. Besides, he was way too tired of being his sister’s keeper. He’d paid his dues. His father had gotten off way too easy by dying.
This time, however, had definitely been the proverbial last straw. Scott had never seen Angel so messed up. He wondered if she was actually trying to kill herself by degrees. When she arrived on his doorstep that Saturday from God knows where, she was shaking and talking so fast, he could hardly keep up with her. Even so, she came right to the point and asked for money. When he told her that he wouldn’t give her another cent until she cleaned up her act, she flew in his face. Luckily he’d grabbed both her arms or she would have scratched both his eyes out. He sat her down in a chair, threatening to tie her to it if she didn’t settle down. The he tried to talk some sense into her.
What she needed was help—the kind he couldn’t provide. She had to go into a rehab program and detox. He’d called Frank and asked him to see if he could get her into a program and was waiting for him to call back when all hell broke loose.
Angel came on to him like some whore. The only thing that seemed to matter to her was relieving herself sexually. She wanted a man—any man and he was available. By the time Marnie called from the restaurant, he’d thought she’d calmed down and had forgotten about having sex. Unfortunately, he was wrong.
When Scott diverted his attention from his sister to the phone call, Angel began to act like a bitch in heat. She grabbed at his crotch and tried to unzip his pants. He tried to swat her hands away, thoroughly disgusted him that this vile creature was his own sister. To make matters worse, she then bolted from his apartment and disappeared.
The entire time she’d been there he tried to find out where she’d been staying and what she’d been doing since he last saw her months ago, with little luck. Now she was gone again. How the hell was he supposed to deal with her?
In retrospect, perhaps he should have told Marnie about his stepsister. It might have prevented this entire misunderstanding between them. He knew why he didn’t, though, having already gone down that terrible road with another woman. A lesson well learned, he’d originally thought. Such an embarrassment is better kept in the closet, especially until after relationships are strong enough to handle such terrible discoveries. Only it had applied to Marnie. Now, surmising the kind of woman Marnie was, he was certain he’d blown his chances with her. As far as she was concerned, he’d stood her up to be with another woman. She must have felt awful sitting in that fancy restaurant alone waiting for him. Damn Angel! He wanted to strangle her. Only, he’d have to find her first.
If only Marnie would talk to him and give him a chance to explain. Why was she being so unreasonable? Not only hadn’t she answered any of his calls, he was almost certain she hadn’t listened to one word of any messages he’d left on her answering machine. Like a Pavlovian response, the minute she heard his voice, she probably hit the erase button.
With the demands of his position as an ADA, he hardly had the time to battle Angel and her demons. It seemed so uncanny how she always picked the worse times to resurface. The last time she showed up unannounced, she crashed an intimate little get together he was having with a hot little number he’d met at a club. Indirectly, Angel had nearly put a wedge between him and his former girlfriend. He didn’t even want to recall that. It was almost as if she was bent on destroying his happiness. She probably wanted him to be as miserable as she was. However, he had no time to dwell on all that. Right now he had to focus all his energy on his new job and the stack of cases he’d just inherited.
A sudden vision of Marnie flashed in
This time, however, had definitely been the proverbial last straw. Scott had never seen Angel so messed up. He wondered if she was actually trying to kill herself by degrees. When she arrived on his doorstep that Saturday from God knows where, she was shaking and talking so fast, he could hardly keep up with her. Even so, she came right to the point and asked for money. When he told her that he wouldn’t give her another cent until she cleaned up her act, she flew in his face. Luckily he’d grabbed both her arms or she would have scratched both his eyes out. He sat her down in a chair, threatening to tie her to it if she didn’t settle down. The he tried to talk some sense into her.
What she needed was help—the kind he couldn’t provide. She had to go into a rehab program and detox. He’d called Frank and asked him to see if he could get her into a program and was waiting for him to call back when all hell broke loose.
Angel came on to him like some whore. The only thing that seemed to matter to her was relieving herself sexually. She wanted a man—any man and he was available. By the time Marnie called from the restaurant, he’d thought she’d calmed down and had forgotten about having sex. Unfortunately, he was wrong.
When Scott diverted his attention from his sister to the phone call, Angel began to act like a bitch in heat. She grabbed at his crotch and tried to unzip his pants. He tried to swat her hands away, thoroughly disgusted him that this vile creature was his own sister. To make matters worse, she then bolted from his apartment and disappeared.
The entire time she’d been there he tried to find out where she’d been staying and what she’d been doing since he last saw her months ago, with little luck. Now she was gone again. How the hell was he supposed to deal with her?
In retrospect, perhaps he should have told Marnie about his stepsister. It might have prevented this entire misunderstanding between them. He knew why he didn’t, though, having already gone down that terrible road with another woman. A lesson well learned, he’d originally thought. Such an embarrassment is better kept in the closet, especially until after relationships are strong enough to handle such terrible discoveries. Only it had applied to Marnie. Now, surmising the kind of woman Marnie was, he was certain he’d blown his chances with her. As far as she was concerned, he’d stood her up to be with another woman. She must have felt awful sitting in that fancy restaurant alone waiting for him. Damn Angel! He wanted to strangle her. Only, he’d have to find her first.
If only Marnie would talk to him and give him a chance to explain. Why was she being so unreasonable? Not only hadn’t she answered any of his calls, he was almost certain she hadn’t listened to one word of any messages he’d left on her answering machine. Like a Pavlovian response, the minute she heard his voice, she probably hit the erase button.
With the demands of his position as an ADA, he hardly had the time to battle Angel and her demons. It seemed so uncanny how she always picked the worse times to resurface. The last time she showed up unannounced, she crashed an intimate little get together he was having with a hot little number he’d met at a club. Indirectly, Angel had nearly put a wedge between him and his former girlfriend. He didn’t even want to recall that. It was almost as if she was bent on destroying his happiness. She probably wanted him to be as miserable as she was. However, he had no time to dwell on all that. Right now he had to focus all his energy on his new job and the stack of cases he’d just inherited.
A sudden vision of Marnie flashed in
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