3 Evil Sisters-Part 4_(0)

What was I doing?

In the middle of the night I decided to get up and walk out of the house after I discovered that both of my sisters were using me for sex. Technically I already knew that Ashley was using me for sex but she lied to me again in order to get more sex out of me. I just couldn’t figure out what compelled those heartless bitches to not only want me, but to treat there own brother like a piece of meat. Of course I didn’t have much time to think about my family because as if Karma was paying me back for sleeping with my sisters, it started to rain.

So here I am. A thirteen year old kid walking down a pitch black street while being bombarded by droplets of water, and to make things worse I didn’t have a jacket on. It never rains in this town after all so how the hell was I suppose to predict that tonight of all nights it would decide to make a surprise visit.

I was slowly making my way towards town now but I didn’t have the slightest idea what I’d do when I got there. I couldn’t rent a room or anything because I was underage, and since it was so late there weren’t any shops open either so finding salvation from the rain was also out of the picture. All of this only left me with one option, to keep walking.

The pounding of rain drops and the crashing of car tires as they hit puddles filled the air now as fatigue started setting in. My body was fighting against me, longing to stop and rest but I knew that if I stopped it would only get worse, after all some kid huddled up in a dark alleyway in the middle of the night was just begging to get robbed.

“Max!” a voice shouted behind me.

I stopped and slowly turned, in my mind I thought it was one of my sisters rushing out to find me but I quickly shrugged off any idea of that happening as a figure started to come into view. Whoever they were they were my height, and I could only catch a flash of brown hair as they passed under a street lamp.

“Max is that you?” I recognized the voice now.

“Gene?” the words escaped my mouth, “What are you doing here?”

Sure enough she came into view soaking wet as well, a black apron over her white long sleeve shirt with ripped jeans that were probably a tight fit.

“I work across the street,” she answered panting and pointing across the street to a small coffee shop that was still bursting with light. How did I miss that? “What are you doing out here this late at night?”

“I could ask you the same question.”

“I have the night shift this week so I get off at one, and don’t change the subject. Why are you out here?”

“Running away,” I shrugged.

“What? Why are running away?” she shouted over the now thundering loud rain. I opened my mouth to answer but she slapped her hand over my forehead randomly. All I heard was a little gasp before she checked the streets and rushed me across it and into the coffee shop. “Quinn I’m taking off early it’s an emergency.”

“See ya!” a voice shouted from the back of the store. Before I could even open my mouth to protest we were already back outside and shutting the door to Gene’s car as she sped off down the street at an alarming speed. Had I been more alert I probably would’ve asked if she was trying to kill us but for some reason I was fighting just to stay awake.

Guess I was a little more exhausted then I had originally thought because my eyes kept slowly closing while my body started shaking like a broken washing machine. Once I realized that I couldn’t keep my hands steady I knew exactly what was happening.

I caught a flu…fuck me, right?

She aggressively pulled into a drive way and nearly broke her car door flinging it open, rushing to the other side of the car and yanking my door open as well before clasping onto my forearm so hard that I’m pretty sure she left marks. There were no lights so I had no idea where I was going or what it looked like but eventually she led me up two steps and in front of a big white door as she fumbled with some keys until I heard the rattling and a click that let me know she unlocked it.

Again, she drug me inside and down a hall, tossing me inside a room and flicking on a light.

“You need to get out of those clothes Max before your fever get’s worse. Do you have a spare set of clothes?” I nodded at my backpack. “Well then get inside the shower and get out of those wet clothes. I’ll be waiting outside alright?”

With a simple nod she shut the door and left me to do my business. I stumbled into the shower after taking off all my clothes and let the warm water smother me for awhile. It felt great, but I knew that it wasn’t going to help in the end. I was out in the rain for almost an hour after all so it was safe to say that I’m going to feel like hell tomorrow.

After I dried myself off I opened the door only to have Gene grab onto my hand and drag me through more dark hallways and into a small room that looked like it hadn’t been touched in ten years. She let me climb into bed myself thankfully, however I found out that she would’ve helped me if she wasn’t fetching a dozen blankets to bury me with.

“Get some sleep, I’ll check on you in the morning. Goodnight Max.”

I grunted a response before rolling over to my side and shutting my eyes. I was finding it hard to care about what was going on to be honest. I’m pretty sure it was just the sickness talking but everything seemed so bland right now that it disgusted me. Was it really the sickness? Or was it the fact that I had finally walked out on my family?

Sleep overcame me before I could have a chance to think it over, and for once, I was glad that it did.

By the time I woke up there were rays of sunlight torturing me while I laid in bed. I mumbled curse words under my breath before rolling over and tossing the billions of blankets that Gene threw over me last night. My brain felt like it was rattling around my skull with each step I took, my throat probably felt like a cat’s plaything with how scratched up it was, and my body in general was so weak that I was positive that a five year old could’ve knocked me over by accidentally running into me.

What I needed to do was to get meds, sleep, and recover as soon as I can, problem was that I was in a strange house, surrounded by strange things, and with a light humming off in the distance I knew that I was probably near strange people. I stumbled down a hallway, passing a few doors before emerging into the living room. It was pretty cozy, nice L-shaped couch and a big screen TV along with some pictures on the wall. My curiosity was about to get the better of me when I heard a sink spring to life through a doorway behind me.

With the grace of a drunken frat boy, I walked into the yellow tiled kitchen to find a woman humming softly as she cleaned dishes. She was a little taller then me, with long auburn colored hair and an amazing ass from where I was standing. She was also wearing an apron over her clothes but this one was a lot frillier-

“Jesus!” she shouted grabbing onto her chest and snapping me out of my glazed look. I guess I should’ve made my presence known before scanning her body, but it didn’t do much now.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” my voice was like a whisper, “I’m Max, Gene’s friend.”

“Oh don’t worry,” she blushed and calmed down, “She told us all about what happened last night and I don’t blame her for helping you. You just surprised me a bit is all. My name’s Tiffany by the way.” She eyed me suspiciously, “Why are you out of bed? Gene said that you had a terrible fever last night, did you recover from it already?”

“I’ll be fine,” I lied and she caught me like a mouse trap.

“Nice try Max,” she placed her hand on my forehead and shook her head disappointingly. She then went to a cupboard and pulled out some medicine, filling up a cup of water and handing it to me.

“I’m fine,” I set the cup and meds down, “I don’t want to be a burden so I’m just going to get my stuff and go. Tell Gene I said thanks for everything and it was nice meeting you.”

She put her hand on my shoulder as I turned to leave and shook her head yet again, “As a mother I can’t let you leave Max plus you’re not even a burden. Take your pills and take your sick butt back to bed.”

I opened my mouth to argue but something was stopping me and I’d be damned if I knew what it was. So instead I grabbed the cup of water and swallowed the pills before heading back into the empty room and collapsing back into bed. With my consciousness slowly fading thanks to the pills I tried to figure out why I listened to her so easily.

So what if I was sick. She wasn’t my mother, or anyone that I knew for that matter so I didn’t have an obligation to listen to her. Yet she ordered me around and like a well trained dog I did what she said immediately.