Page 34 of Greedy Grizzly
Maybe I should just come clean? It wasn’t like her and Bryan were a couple. She didn’t love him or anything. She was witha half a dozen different men every week. Wouldn’t she just be happy I was getting paid for sex like her? Besides, she thought Bryan had moved on since he hadn’t called her in a few months.
“I’m waiting for an answer, Lydia.”
“What? You’re not my mother. I don’t answer to you.” I slipped off the rubber dish gloves and threw them in the sink.
“But we’re sisters and we’re trying to survive together.” She had a point. “I just want to know who. I’m not sure what all this drama is about.”
My thoughts exactly. “Bryan gave it to me.” He’d also gifted me a spa day before our second night together. And requested my pussy be freshly waxed so he could eat me out all night. That was a night I’d never forget and one I’d never tell her about.
“Bryan? Bryan, who?”
I could see the wheels turning in her head. She was piecing it all together but wanted to hear it straight from the bitch’s mouth.
I plucked the dress out of her hand. “Bryan Callahan.”
“How dare you!” She came at me but I dodged her open hands, fearing she might choke me to death. “He was my man! My high-dollar man! You greedy little bitch!”
I screamed and ran into my bedroom, locking the door. There I scrambled to put a plan together on how to get out of this mess.
My sister pounded on the door. “Open up! Or I’ll force my way in!”
I believed she would. “Not until you calm down.” I scanned the room, but the only solution I found was jumping out of the window. Why had our mother picked the second floor? Because winters in Ohio could be very cold and the second floor was a primo spot. Heat would rise from the first floor and warm us. Mom always knew how to save us money.
“I’ll calm down after I’ve beaten your ass and you give me Bryan back!”
“Shouldn’t going back to you be his choice? Like him asking me out, because he was bored with you?” Okay, that wasn’t nice to say, but it was the truth.
“That’s it! I’m getting the ax!”
I darted around my room, filling my largest tote bag and suitcase. The scary truth was we had an ax. My mom bought it as a weapon to protect us. We lived in a rough area and guns scared her.
A loudWHACKmade me scream. The blade of the ax was stuck in my bedroom door. The sight of it gave off strong vibes of that scary movie,The Shining, and Bridget was playing Jack Nicholson.
“I’m coming for you! You greedy cunt!”
“Wow, not cool calling me the C-word!”
“Hey, if the shoe fits, cunt!” Bridget worked the ax out of the door. At this rate, she’d be in my room in no time.
I needed to get out of here! Quietly, I opened the window and tossed my bags onto the ground. As I looked down at how far I needed to jump, vomit slid into my throat. I was afraid of heights. But I had to power through and conquer my fears. Plus, a broken leg would be better than an ax in my skull.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
She hit the same spot each time and put a hole in the door. It was now or never.
When Bridget’s furious eyes connected with mine, as I straddled the window’s ledge, she screamed at the top of her lungs. “I’m coming for you!” She disappeared from the hole in the door and my guess was she bolted out of the apartment. She knew I’d jump out of the window.
And I did, landing on my feet by the grace of all good and powerful in the world. I grabbed my things and ran to mybeater car. Hopefully, it started. It was an old, temperamental Ford Focus.
Bridget burst through the building’s entrance door and charged toward me. I shoved my things in the car and jumped in, locking the doors. Putting the key in the ignition, I turned it and prayed. It rumbled to life just as my sister arrived at my door.
“If you leave, don’t ever come back!” The rage in her eyes was palpable, like a dagger in the heart. “I mean it, Lydia. I’ll kill you the next time I see you!”
I honestly believed she would. But yeah, sisters fought, right? In a couple of days she’d be calmer and we could talk about Bryan. Maybe he’d agree to be with both of us. Not likely. He didn’t seem the type, but then, I would have never guessed someone like him would pay for sex, either.
I drove away, watching my sister have a tantrum in the rearview mirror.
Fortunately, I’d been stashing money away. I could afford to stay in a motel until I figured out what I was going to do.
