Living in Sin (On Hold)

Thirteen _ Two Sides to Every Story.

Chloe

If that dream I had of my childhood was bad, the sound of the doorbell was just pure hell.

I sat up on my elbow with an involuntary groan and glanced at the clock.

6:42? You have got to be kidding me!

I tried to force my way back into sleep but always a light sleeper, I knew it was impossible. Besides that incessant blaring was not at all helping.

I jumped out of bed and made for the front door after a few minutes of lie-in which I figured was enough torture for the untimely company,

But now that I thought about it, who could it be? I mean, sure I’d made friends since I got here but few knew where I lived.

Curious, I made for the door. I pulled opened the door to find a pair of dark-hazel eyes staring back up at me, along with a gorgeous face framed by a thick mane of ebony hair.

“Mag? What are you doing here?” I greeted with surprise, and she replied by stepping in, pushing me aside along the way. I followed her to the living room where she dropped her bags and she sat down on the sofa, actually dropped down!

“I need a place to stay for a few days. So what do you say? Gonna put me up or snub me?”Oh, someone’s grumpy.

“Of course, I’ll sss…”, I stressed out the S making her glare up at me, making me chuckle, “sssurely let you stay here.”

She slumped back onto the headrest, throwing her hands sideways carelessly and went all flaccid.

Now, this was something that you’d NEVER see her do in front of you, or anyone for that matter. It kinda made me feel special to know that she didn’t have to put on a front whenever she was with me.  And the feeling was mutual.  Though, it’d been only two years since we’d first met but she was my sister, only from a different mother.

But still, it still did surprise me. Even I’d never seen her before, not like this. Even when she broke up with Mitch only weeks before their wedding, she wasn’t this beat.

On my way back from the fridge, I cursed at myself for forgetting to buy drinks when I came home last night. I kept my eyes on her as I settled down beside her while she sat there, leaning back on the couch, her back arched and her breasts … ahem,  prominent.

“Here, I only have this right now so …” I handed her the energy drink I didn’t even know how to spell the name of.

“Loh," without opening her eyes, therefore not catching me leering at her, she asked me a question, an insane one at that, “am I pretty?”

My hand holding out the drink dropped a little and my eyes moved instantly onto her face, searching for any emotion that brought this on. I thought I found one but I couldn’t decipher it.