Rich lies & poor truths

Chapter 22 - Sisters

“What are you doing in here?”  I jump, adrenaline oozing from my heart to my veins.  I turn, almost letting my phone drop.  I can hear my hard and strong breathing as I look at Rebecca’s furious expression.  Her eyes are red, as if she’s been crying the whole day.  I open my mouth to say something but only silence comes out.  I swallow.

She raises her eyebrows and stalls towards me.  As if she is taking the lead in whatever we’re doing.

“Where’s Richard?”  she asks and a small smile lights up my face.  Something zooms in my mind and I know exactly what to do.

“I locked him up.” I say, which is completely true, but the calm smile on my face, states something else.  Her face expression doesn’t falter and her yellow eyes start to glow with anger.

“Funny.” she chuckles fakely until she’s almost standing against me.  Her breathing his hard against my face.

“Where is he?” she repeats her question.

“Exactly where I told you the first time.” I say and shake my head.  Her eyes falter and her head falls down.

“You still have no clue, do you?”  she asks with a toothy grin, irritating the s**t out of me.  How is it possible for someone to be so fake and irritating?  And why am I losing my s**t so much.  It feels as if she’s someone that I’ve known forever who’s been eating on my anger little by little, until now, I want to explode.

“The clue that there’s something stuck between your teeth?” I lie, but get a reaction.  She swipes her fingers over her teeth, to realize I was lying and her face heats up with more anger.

“Who do you think you are.” she asks, literally coming chest to chest with me.

“You tell me?”  I say, still smiling.  My hand slowly creeps behind me, until it’s resting on the coarse brick.

“You’re a little piece of shit.”

“I didn’t quite hear, some again.” my hand grips on the brick and she suddenly reaches behind me, her arms around me.

“What’s this.” she yells, my phone in her hand.

Shit.  I take a deep breath and wait for the right moment, before I lift the brick and smash it on her hand, resting on the counter.  She screams, hurting my ears.  Gaspy breaths come out of her mouth as she holds her injured hand in her other hand.  It’s already purple and I start to feel somewhat bad.  Just a little bit.

“You broke it.” she grunts and tears of pain breaks free from her eyes.  She wails.  Good, now we both have an useless hand.  I lift my casted wrist and raise my eyebrows at her.

“Feel my pain.”

“I didn’t even break your wrist.” she states unbelievably.  Such a drama queen.

“Yeah , but now we're even.”

“What did you do to Richard?” she asks as if she believes I now could’ve done something to him, like lock him up.

“I bashed him across the head and locked him up.” I say, quirkily and she raises her eyebrows and I can see fright starting to brew in her eyes. I scowl.  Not at her but at myself. Who has become?  Once I was a shy, self-conscious girl, wearing ugly clothes.  I gasp, remembering that I cut myself and how long ago I actually did it.  I forgot about it and in a sense I feel happy.   Happy that I didn’t cut myself again.  Happy that I didn’t look at the marks again, reminding me of all the remorse and pain.

“What is wrong with you?” Rebecca asks, blowing on her sore hand and I get back into reality again.

“What is wrong with you?” I bash back at her and she rolls her eyes.  Somewhere, very distant I can see that she needs help and she doesn’t know what to do.  Maybe I should’ve just hit the brick against her head. And that’s where my thoughts go back to the shy girl I was.  Who am I now? Hitting on people.  Hurting them and saying bad stuff, which I never even intended to be in my vocabulary.  It just pops up out of nowhere, but somewhere deep inside me, it’s as if I was this person all along.  As if I lost myself, but somewhere along this horrible journey, I’m finding myself.  But do I really want to be this person?

“Ouch!” she yells as I grab her sore hand and twist it.  If she doesn’t want to give me answers she should feel the pain.

“Why amI here, Rebecca?” I yell, “Or should I call you Jessica?”  I hope I’m not spoiling anything or making things worse but seeing her surprised expression, gives me hope. 

“Jessica?” she snarls.

“Yes, Jessica.” I can’t help but give her an evil grin.

“How do you know?” she asks, still blowing on her hand and she looks at my phone on the counter.

“Richard told me.” I pronounce.

“Richard?” she almost whispers.

“Yes, he told me everything!”

“He told you everything?” she repeats in a gaspy breath.  I nod with anticipation.

“What did he tell you?”

“Everything.” I say, obviously.

“He told you my name is Jessica”

“Yes.”

“He told you that we are sisters?” she asks and I widen my eyes.  Sisters?  We are sisters.  My heart becomes icy with remorse and confusion.  I quickly try to hide my shocked expression.

“Yes he told me that?” I say not even believing my own voice. How can we be sisters?

“Did he tell you about dad?”  her voice is shaking  with emotion and fear.

“He told me everything.”  I keep lying, trying to act in a way that’ll make her speak more but somewhere deep in the pit of my stomach, it feels as if I don’t want to know the truth.  But I don’t falter because I need the truth.  I need to disconnect myself from all these lies they give me to be free and to actually find myself and get rid of all this dark curiosity.

“Did he tell you how dad molested me?”  she says and sits on a wooden chair.  Molested?  I want to say it out loud, to indicate my shock.

“Did he tell you, how you got away with it?” she questions and I can see her hard feelings towards me.

“Did he tell you, how you got everything you ever wanted?” What is she talking about? “That I was the black sheep.

Is she lying or is there something wrong with me.  Maybe this has to do with my forgetfulness.  Maybe I forgot about it, because it just doesn’t make sense that she’ll lie about this.

“But karma’s a b***h, you know,” she smiles slightly, “You got your payback.”

I think about the video about me and gasp but no air comes in my lungs.

“He didn’t tell you this, did he?” she bites her lips, as if she regrets saying what she just said, but sighs, probably thinking that it can’t be undone now.

“Who is Richard?” I ask, wanting to know why they have the same surname.  If we are sisters then they must be married.

“You don’t want to know.” she laughs.  But I do.  Him telling me that he loved me really triggered me.  I eye her with sympathy as she deals with all her bad emotions in front of me.

“I’m trying to save you.” she mumbles continuing with her self-pity talk.  I know she’s lying.  And I know that she's scared.

“Save me from what?”

“The truth.” and with that she jumps up from her seat and lashes at me.  She  grabs my throat with her good hand and I just take hold of her sore hand, gripping it hard. Her hand falls from my throat and she hiss.

“What’s so bad about the truth.” I hum in the end, enchanting my question

“It’s so bad, you would want to kill yourself.” I swallow at her words.

“Well, wouldn’t you want that?”

“Actually, yes.” she sniffs, “But you're my only source of income.”  Source of income?  What does she mean?

As if she could read my questioned mind she continues to talk, “Yeah, your and Stephen’s plan backfired pretty badly.”

It feels as if my brain is breaking and not able to take it anymore I scream.  I scream with meaning and force.  I don’t know why I’m exactly screaming, but there’s a lot of anger. Rebecca looks at me as if I'm crazy but I’m screaming because she and all the people around me are crazy.  Everything is crazy.

“Why are you lying to me?” I yell at her, “Why can’t I just get the truth?”

“Soon enough you’ll receive the truth and you’d wish you didn’t.” she says snarkily and bitchy.

My anger turns into sadness and I start to cry.  I hate it when my anger turns into sadness.  Rebecca’s eyes grow big but she stays put in her position, softly holding her injured hand.  We both stare at each other for a minute, before she starts speaking again.

“I’ll go get you something that’ll make you remember.” She turns and enters another room and I take the opportunity to grab my phone and run.  I run past the place situated under the ground where I know Richard is.  I hope he’s okay, but I hope he’s stuck in there for a long while.  I run on the gravel road, making a few turns until lines of trees make their appearance in front of me. I stop and let out a long steaming breath before I enter the woods.  I know it will be dangerous.  I know something bad may happen with me there but I'll take the risk. To save myself.