Page 8 of Save Me
Just as the hot ball of angry energy barges past me, I look over at my sister with suspicion, only to catch her biting her lip and giggling with Kyle. I know Casey, and this is her classic ‘I’ve done something totally bitchy just for my own amusement’ look. It’s the one I’ve come across many times since she turned thirteen and suddenly had a body full of rampaging hormones.
“What have you done, Casey?”
She acts affronted as I cross my arms, though Kyle makes no such attempt to cover up his wicked laughter, probably because he has never developed a brain-to-mouth filter.
“Give me the fucking phone back!”
“No way!” she snaps with an irritated frown, all feigned offense suddenly dropping from her features. “It’s mine, and some little thief has already tried to take it once this morning. By the way, thank you for saving it, big brother!”
She dramatically comes over and drapes her arms around my neck, but as soon as she does, I push her back to the bed and grab the phone from her. She lands on the mattress with a small bounce before getting up and trying to yank the phone away from me again. Casey has been no match for me since we turned ten, when I finally outgrew her. We’ve always been competitive, but over the years I’ve had to remind myself that she is no longer the stronger one between us, and that my strength is enough to hurt her much smaller frame. She annoys the hell out of me, but I love my sister, and would literally kill anyone who wanted to do her any harm.
While she pouts on the edge of the bed, pulling a look of defiance that she’s perfected over the years, I glance at the phone and focus on the picture in front of me. Now I know why Beth was trying to take her phone; Casey and Kyle’s little staged scene is both obscene and degrading.
“What the fuck, Casey?!” I yell at her and automatically delete the offending image. “You better not have shared this yet!”
Her smug grin does nothing to reassure me though, so I search through her history. I feel instant relief when I see she hasn’t yet done anything with her handiwork.
“And you,” I bark at Kyle, still with his flaccid dick on show, “you vile piece of shit, get dressed and get the fuck out of my house!”
I throw his clothes at his head with such force he cries out, all the while trying to cover up his naked tackle. Something that if it weren’t for the fact that I’m currently fuming over Casey’s most recent debacle, would have had me hurling up in her bathroom.
“It was only a bit of fun!” Casey huffs, looking every bit as immature as the photo she took. “What the hell happened to your sense of humor, Xander? You used to be cool to hang out with! Now you’re about as exciting as Daddy!”
“Perhaps I grew the fuck up, you spoilt witch!” She rolls her eyes and it’s not the first time I’ve wanted to slap my own sister. “You might want to try it sometime!”
Wearing a pair of sweatpants and nothing more, I hightail it through the house after the girl I just helped to humiliate by growling at her like she was some common criminal. I try not to think about the weepy mess I’m probably going to have to try and calm down. A tearful, teenage girl is all I need this early in the morning, but seeing as it was my doing, along with my evil twin, I feel somewhat responsible.
Once clear of the front door, I spot her pacing up and down as she talks on her phone, thankfully tear-free and sounding unexpectedly cheerful. I rub the back of my neck, a tick of mine when I’m not in control of a situation, and begin slowly walking up to her. I’m careful to keep quiet so as not to disturb her in case it pisses her off even more than she already must be.
“Annie, listen to me, you nut!” she says on a sigh, but at least with a huge smile across her face.
Chapter 3
Beth
“Annie, listen to me, you nut!” I sigh in exasperation, but still laugh at her jovial tone of voice. “I wake up from this God-awful party Mum made me go to, and some bitch has taken a photo of her boyfriend’s dick pointing toward my face!”
At first, she gives me no response. Granted, it’s a weird statement to hear at half eight on a Saturday morning, but within seconds, we both erupt into fits of laughter. We laugh until I have tears rolling down my face and neither of us can breathe anymore.
“Stop it…I can’t even…” I try and talk through my laughter, but it’s no use. The oxygen just isn’t there for me to both laugh and speak at the same time.
“You mean you got dick-faced?” she cries, and it makes us laugh even harder.
I double over when my stomach starts to hurt, but in a deliciously happy way. I can always count on Annie to put a light-hearted perspective on even the gravest of situations.
“It’s not funny….it’s….eww, gross!” I still laugh, but at least I’m beginning to calm down.
“Really, Beth, you are the most hilarious person I know!” Annie’s wide grin, one which she usually wears, beams through the phone. “Why didn’t you come here last night?”
“Because I was here having a random dude’s dick shoved towards my face while I was pretending to be comatose!” I reply with a little bitterness because this was the last place I wanted to be. I would have literally traded my right arm to have gone to the beach instead of being here. And look at where this bloody party has landed me now!
I’m at the mercy of some evil witch and her brainless sidekick, whose penis is unusually veiny from what I could see. Not that I’m familiar with such things, in fact, for all I know, they all look like that when excited. And if so, I think I’d be more than happy to never see one again.
“Not only that, but the bitch’s brother, who looks like a Mediterranean Captain America, found me mid-theft of said phone, barked at me and ordered me to leave. He called me a ‘filthy thief’ for goodness’ sake! I felt like I was on the set of Oliver Twist!”
“Oh, how rude!” she says, desperately trying not to laugh but is failing miserably. “But he was pretty to look at, yes?”
“Oh, very pretty!” I admit. “But a total bastard, and obviously closely related to a total bitch! And to think, I have to go to school with these bitchy bastardy people next week!”