Page 647 of Hell Hath No Fury
She glances at something off-camera before waving. “Oh, the other one’s sleeping.”
“Oooh, so does that mean Mommy can say bad words now?” I wiggle my eyebrows.
She raises her chin. “Mommyis a lady. She only curses under desperate circumstances. And this is an example of a desperate circumstance.”
My shoulders slump and I sit on the bed. “It’s not. She’s my sister and she wants to see me. I haven’t seen her in over a year. Of course I have to go. And…” I shrug. “Maybe she’s changed.”
Okay, I don’t know if I really believe that.
But I’d like to.
She’s my sister.
Sarah, and I have never really gotten along. Not even when we were kids. I always idolized her and she always thought of me as a nuisance.
I thought things would change, if only slightly, when our mother died when I was ten and she was fifteen. I thought we’d somehow grow closer in our grief but exactly the opposite happened. Soon after Mom’s death, we were sent to live with her old best friend, our new guardian, Mrs. Carlisle.
That’s where I met him for the first time—my Arrow.
My sister met him too and, well, they started dating. For eight years they were together, and I watched them being in love while secretly pining for my sister’s boyfriend and simultaneously hating myself for it.
For being the world’s worst sister.
When I found out that Arrow was going to propose to Sarah, I decided that I’d had enough. That I’d get out of their lives and take my poisonous presence away.
Only my plan failed and somehow, I ended up at St. Mary’s School for Troubled Teenagers, an all-girls reform school, where I met Callie, Wyn and Poe, my best friends for life.
And then Arrow somehow ended up there as well, betrayed by my sister and as our new soccer coach.
I still have a lot of anger toward Sarah for that, for betraying Arrow, for cheating on him with his best friend.
For breaking his heart.
And well, she’s angry at me for falling in love with him, and maybe even for the fact that he returns that love.
But I’m getting married now and a couple of days ago she called me out of the blue, telling me that she was in town and that she wanted to see me.
I’d sent her the wedding invitation in the mail—of course I did; she’s the only blood relative I have left in this world—but she never responded to it, never called me or got in touch with me about it.
She’s here now though and I can’t help but think that maybe she’s here for the wedding. Maybe she wants to be a part of it.
Maybe there’s a way that we can have some kind of a relationship.
“Really? You really believe that?” Callie asks, still looking angry, and I love her for it.
Because I understand her hesitation.
I also understand that if Arrow found out I was doing this, he’d lose it.
He especially hates Sarah for some of the things that she has done—cutting me off, calling me names—after she found out about our relationship.
As I said, she’s my sister, even though I know after what she did to Arrow we’d never be totally okay. But I’d very much like to have some kind of a relationship with her.
“Since when did you become so bloodthirsty? I thought that was Poe’s job,” I ask her.
She rolls her eyes, settling against the mountains of pillows and rubbing her belly. “Since I became a mommy. I’m a momma bear now. And Poe isn’t as bloodthirsty anymore.”
“She isn’t, is she?”
