Chapter 39


    The blinding sunlight hitting my face is followed by a harsh, stinging like hell, smack on my ass as Iy


    face down sleeping in bed. I lurch, shocked awake by the brutality of it and yelp like a wounded puppy.


    I blink blearily at the assault and the not so sweet tones of one irate, and very fucking loud, sister.


    “Get up, right now!” Le’s marching around my bedroom like a moronicmander and chief on a


    rampage, dragging open the drapes to epic sunshine levels and obviously in a hostile mood, not that


    it’s new for her. I groan, leaning up to catch a glimpse of the rm on my night table and moan harder


    at the crazily early hour. I’ve be a night owl living in the city, sleeping by day to get over sessions


    of partying, and this is almost torture.


    “I’m sleeping!” I mumble as another harsh p catches my backside, burning with vengeance this time


    as my sheets are yanked back and the palm hits scantily d flesh that is only being shielded byce


    panties. I scream at the impact that I know will leave a mark this time and turn harshly to re at one


    dickhead that thinks she has a right to sodding hit me.


    “Le! What the fuck?” I jump up, turning rapidly to sit in bed, rubbing my ass, and face that fiery


    demon throwing daggers my way. I know her scathing ‘I will fuck you up’ look and take all of about thirty


    seconds to calm my jets, knowing Le could easily take me in a punch-up. She is crazy as shit.


    “Don’t what the fuck me, youngdy! I have no qualms about dumping a bottle of dish soap in that


    mouth. I have been trying for months to pin you down and see you, and you have been evading my


    calls and visits like the gue. Then I find out you’re here and you didn’t even fucking tell me. I have


    every right to be pissed as hell with you, so don’t even think about giving me any Sophie attitude right


    now.” Le is in fierce mode, riling my own temper as we re coldly at one another. That fiery standoff


    between two equally matched souls; well, she’s about a thousand times scarier than I could ever be,


    and like ten years older.


    “Ugh! See! This is why I don’t fucking talk to you. You’re bat shit crazy like ny-nine percent of the


    time, and your idea of dealing with me is to act psychotic or just yell.” I spit out usingly, but Le


    only res harder, that tiny crazy twitch of her left eyebrow that signals she is like sixty-two percent of


    the way toplete psychotic break, and maybe I should reel it back a little if I want to live to see


    tomorrow.


    “I’m your big fucking sister. It’s my job to be hard on you when you’re ruining your stupid life.” Le


    sobs sharply, a sudden noise as she breaks a little, only to rece it with new fury as she ups to like


    seventy percent in a sudden jump. “I fucking love you, and it kills me that I am thest person in the


    world you talk to.” She stalks forward, grabbing me by the naked ankle and hauls me off the bed


    ungracefully, so I fall into a heap on the floor with a massive yelp and huge thud that reverberates


    through my entire body. “Now get your ass up, as Mom is downstairs waiting for you, and we three are


    having a womanly chat!” Le stalks off to my wardrobe and begins throwing sweats and a T-shirt in my


    direction. I’m trying so hard to keep my temper while untangling myself stiffly from bed sheets and


    nursing my various new bruises.


    “You know, bing a mother made you a hostile bitch!” I crawl to my feet, using the bed as leverage


    ande to face her as she stalks back, holding an array of mismatched clothing.


    “I was always a hostile bitch, you just never used to piss me off so much.” Le smirks my way, the


    anger softening, and I eye roll at her. This is nothing new between us; all fire, and rage and yelling,


    while underneath, nothing but sisterly love at its core. Le is still a crazy hoe, even if I do love her, and


    right now I do not love the fact she has just pretty much abused me, because she is pissed.


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    “I’ll tell Mom you threw me on the floor, she will whoop your ass.” I pout, picking up the sweats and


    pulling them on over my underwearzily, knowing that defiance is futile, and if I attempt to get back in


    bed she will have no qualms about throwing a bucket of water over me, like she did when I was


    seventeen.


    “I’ll break your nose if you tell on me, then I’ll burn all your My Little Ponies.” Le locates slippers from


    my early teens in the depths of a drawer and throws them at my head with urate aim. I manage to


    duck at thest minute and scowl at her even more fiercely.


    “I would probably love you more if you didn’t think violence was eptable in a sisterly rtionship,


    Le.” I pull on the T-shirt over my tank top and slide the slippers on obediently.


    “Where’s the fun in that. Now move. Don’t make me wait, as the twins had me up all night with chicken


    pox, and I’m a hell of a cranky bitch today.” Shemands, now crossing arms across her T-shirt d,


    yet still perky, bust. She’s still a looker for an old married broad that’s getting on in life, and close to


    retirement age.


    “What’s new, and what’s the matter? Has Daniel stopped letting you beat him through sex, and you


    need another outlet for all that rage?” I grin as Le hits me with an unamused re.


    “Funny. Don’t think you can sass me, and I will forgive and forget the past year of our lives. You, young


    lady, have a lot of exining to do, and I am not leaving until I get some.” Le motions me to move


    first, and then shoves me hard from behind through the bedroom door when we get to it. I trip and


    throw her a furious squint. “Besides, my husband likes me being aggressive in bed, keeps the kink


    alive.”


    I shrug her hands off my shoulders with attitude.


    “You know this is not the way to wee someone back into the loving family fold.” I sarcastically


    grumble, but Le ignores me. I focus on trying to keep my sisters wing hands off me as we make


    our way down the sweeping staircase. Le seems to have it in her head that I am a flight risk and


    latches a vicious grip on my waistband as we near the bottom of the stair, near the main door.


    “Le, can you calm the fuck down. I’m hardly going to bolt out the door in Rugrats sweats and a pair of


    pink pig slippers, for God’s sake.” I struggle once more as we hit the floor, but Le only regards me


    coolly.


    “I’m sorry, did you say something?” Le smirks, so I poke her in the face. Right in the cheek. I was


    aiming for an eye, but she moves at thest second and ps my hand away.


    “That wasn’t even funny five years ago.” I stick my tongue out and finally manage to disentangle cray


    cray’s bony fingers from my body.


    “Well seeing as you’re still the same mental age as five years ago, it was worth a shot.” Le ps my


    already sensitized ass sharply as she heads into the breakfast room, pulling a yelp and flinch with the


    impact. I make ugly faces at her back and follow her in, giving her the bird before my mom can see


    what I’m doing.