Page 11 of Her Sloth
No thoughts.
This must be a dream, and I am waking up—
I reach the girl and the car—
It’s Elise’s Eleanor.
The Eleanor.
The little bump in the front from where I kicked it.
The girl turns around—
And I freeze.
A shudder runs down my back, and I switch into a very different personality.
“Who the fuck are you?” I ask the girl who resembles Elise in ways I can’t fathom.
She tilts her head slightly, narrowing her eyes.
“You are a ray of sunshine,” she says causally.
How dare she! Coming here with Elise’s car!
“Tell me your fucking name, or I’ll crush you into pieces!” I shout at her.
“Addy,” she says. “And you must be Cass. No wonder no one dares to race you with a mouth like that.”
Addy. Elise’s sister, Audrey, the little bitch. My hands clench into fists. I am not one to be talked to like this, least of all by her.
“How dare you come here,” I say threateningly dark, almost growling. Anger is boiling in my chest.
“You seem awfully prejudiced for not even knowing my name.”
“I know you,” I say, pointing at the car as I close the distance between us. She is taller than me, but I don’t care about size. I know what I am capable of. “You aren’t wanted here. You have done enough damage.”
Her eyes harden as she looks down on me. She has this arrogance in her—I want to hit it out of her face.
“Oh, and what is it I have done?” she asks as if she doesn’t know what she did to Elise.
“Audrey Jade Whitney-Morgan,” I say derogatorily and purse my lips. “The one who left her sister behind. We don’t want people like you here; we die for family.”
Her lips part slightly as she scoffs out; one corner of her mouth tugs into a smirk only the rich have when they believe themselves to be superior. She is as arrogant as I imagined her from Elise’s stories.
She leans down and whispers in my ear.
“And where were you when she died?” she asks me, freezing me to the spot. She takes her time to lean back, knowing she has landed her punch exactly where it was supposed to.
She steps back in her arrogance.
I react without thinking.
My fist meets her face as I attack her.
She reacts quickly in her retaliation, telling me it’s not the first fight she's ever gotten into—with a mouth like hers, no wonder.
She hits me at the temple and pulls her knee up.
