Page 652 of Hell Hath No Fury
But for some reason, I can’t get out of her clutches. I can’t extricate my fingers and so I sit here frozen as my older sister, my idol, my only blood relation left in this world, pleads with me.
“Please, Salem. You’re strong. Much stronger than me. You always have been. You’ll survive. I know you will. Nothing has ever fazed you. But this will kill me. Itiskilling me. I just need… I just need another chance with him. To be with him.”
“But he… he loves me and –”
“He loved me too. Before everything, and he can learn to love me again. I’ll make sure that he falls in love with me again. I –”
“I can’t. I have to go.”
I say that but I don’t go anywhere.
I can’t go anywhere, it looks like. I’m somehow trapped here, watching my sister cry and beg for the guy I’m going to marry in four days.
She’s asking me to save her. She’s saying that I’m the only one who can.
And all I have to do in order to do that is to… give her Arrow.
My sun.
The guy I’ve loved since I was ten.
I can’t. I can’t. I can’t.
“This is all I have, Salem. Please,” she whispers, tears streaming down her face.
But how can I not?
She’s my sister. She needs my help.
So I should give it to her, shouldn’t I?
Arrow
She’s gone.
I can’t find her.
No one can, apparently. Because no one knows where she went. She didn’t tell anyone.
Well, she did tell me she was going to see her study group.
But therewasno study group; I called her friends and asked. I even called her teammates, but they haven’t talked to her since yesterday.
She hasn’t talked to the old lady who lives upstairs and is somehow Salem’s best friend in the building.
When I’ve exhausted all the avenues in our building, I take to outside. I go see the guy at the ice cream shop on the next block, the one who’s always eyeing her and who knows her order before she even opens her mouth.
I don’t like him but I have no other choice.
Her phone keeps going to voicemail and there are only so many ways I can threaten her and scare her into coming back home.
Which I did, countless times ever since I came back from practice to find our apartment empty.
“She usually comes in during the afternoon. But not today, dude,” the guy at the shop says in his annoyingly hippie voice. “Been wondering about that.”
“Have you been?” I ask, narrowing my eyes. “Dude.”
He looks taken aback at my belligerent tone.
