Page 24 of Girls Night
If he’s telling me the truth, then I lost my way somewhere near the town line. Not that I had a destination in mind, but this is definitely not somewhere I need to be right now.
How long have I been walking that I ended up so far from home?
Fuck, I have to go home.
But before I decide to leave, on my own accord, not because of his little bullshit warning, I decide to give him a proper send-off.
“Hey, Omar?” I shout as I hop off the car and down to the pavement.
When he turns to glare at me over his shoulder, I smile, point a finger gun at him, and pull the trigger.
Pow.
“You’re next.”
* * *
As expected, Papa is furious when I come home. In a way, I understand his anger because night fell a little while ago.
He tells me that I’ve been gone for hours and that I didn’t even take my phone, so he didn’t know if I was okay. He says that no self-respecting woman would leave her home without telling someone where she was going and that I should have at the very least taken Tati.
I take my lashing, eyes on the floor, and hands clasped in front of me.
When he’s done, I lean up on my tiptoes, kissing him on the cheek and promise that it’ll never happen again.
Even though we’ve gone through this routine more times than I can count, he accepts my apology and hollow promise.
What I don’t expect when I get to my room is a still empty dresser. I told Tati to return Mateo to me before I came back home, and she still hasn’t followed through.
I pull the tie out of my hair and toss it onto the dresser, giving myself a glance in the mirror. I’ll need to take a bath soon and scrub the dirt and sweat off my body, but I’m thankful to be in this house again, where I once felt was the safest place of all.
I walk out of my room and down the hall until I’m outside of my sister’s door.
“Tati!” I call as I knock on the door.
She doesn’t answer, but I can hear the bed creak, so I know she’s inside. More than likely, she’s going to pretend she’s asleep like she always does when she takes something from me, but this time I won’t give in so easily.
“Tatiana!” I bark as my knocking turns into pounding. I count to ten, my arms crossed over my chest, and my foot tapping against the floor. When she still doesn’t open it, I grab the doorknob and use my strength to slam my body against the door, forcing it to open.
And when I stumble into her room, I find myself looking at a familiar sight—one of Tati’s dark secrets.
She’s on her bed, moaning as quietly as she can, Mateo’s head pressed to her cunt. Even bursting into her room doesn’t curb her fucking compulsion, but he deserves better than this.
I walk over, smack her in the face, and attempt to snatch him from where he’s suffering in the middle of her whorish thighs.
Tati puts up a fight, gripping a fistful of his hair, trying to yank him away from me. And for a moment, she almost succeeds. Until I kick her in the thigh, and she yelps in pain. When she finally let's go, I tumble back but regain my bearings before falling onto the floor.
“Fucking animal,” I growl at her as I reach for her nightgown on the floor and give his face a quick wipe.
Impressive.
Somehow, she’s managed to slow the decay, so he’s not as bad as I thought he would be, but at the very least, he should be spared of this.
With the exception of the patch of hair she managed to rip out of his fucking skull along with part of his scalp in our little tug of war, he looks damn near human still.
“I’m sorry!” she gasps out as she sits up in her bed, pulling her blanket up to cover her sweaty, naked body.
I don’t look at her, though. I’m much too busy wrapping Mateo’s head in a nightgown so I can quickly leave her room.
