Page 34 of Dark Obsession
Chapter 12
Jenna
"Hey. You awake?" My sister's voice usually got on my nerves, but after the long night we'd had, it was a welcome to the silence.
I rolled over and tucked my hands under my cheek and let out a soft sigh. "Yeah. Come on in."
She moved towards the bed and paused beside it, her expression questioning. "You okay with me sitting up here?"
"Of course." I rolled back onto my back and groaned. "I just don't get it. I've been up all night thinking about how messed up this is."
"Don't get what?" She crawled up into my bed and lay down beside me, snuggling up to my side. We slept beside each other until we were juniors in high school, and then everything changed. The warmth of her beside me was a welcomed disruption to my thoughts.
I witnessed the way people revered and respected my mother for no reason other than wealth, and I hated it. No one but my father understood, and I was good with that. Being the black sheep wasn't so bad, at least not in my family.
"Why Darek would take drugs. He's got everything he wants and then some."
"Maybe it was a way to escape."
"Escape what? His slutty wife?" I turned to face my sister and reached up to brush my fingers through her hair as she chuckled.
"I'm glad I'm not alone in that assessment. I thought I was being a cunt." She glanced over at me. "She's a total pole-dancer, isn't she?"
"Whore and a half, and don't use the C-word. So gross." I stuck out my tongue and ran my fingertips across her forehead. "Darek wouldn't have fucked up his life for anything. He was too in love with it."
"Then tell me your theory. You're a lot like Daddy with your detective skills." She sighed contently, and I realized that maybe I'd been too hard on my family. With Darek gone, maybe it was time to come back and take my place in the order of things. I'd always been the strongest sibling, including my brother. My parents would need me, or at least my father would.
My mother seemed to have a heart of stone in her chest, but maybe adoring fans and phonies did that to a person.
"It's gotta be Denise."
"You think that's her real name?" Kayla turned on her side and propped herself up on her elbow.
"It's that or Candy. What's your vote?" I reached up and pressed my palms against my eyes as my brother's voice rose up in my head.Don't be a bitch. She's a good woman. You're pissed that she's young and hot. Get over it.
"Candy seems about right." Kayla sat up and glanced back at me as I pulled my fingers down my face. "You think she had something to do with Darek taking those drugs."
"Absolutely. I'm going to look into it. Daddy can't. They won't let him. Too close to home." I reached up and tugged at the back of her hair. "We need to know what type of drug we're dealing with first."
"Count me out." She lifted her hand and slid off the side of the bed. "You know I leave fingerprints everywhere I go. I can't hide in the shadows if I had to."
I laughed softly. She was right. She was horrible at getting away with anything. Unfortunately, that made her an easy target for me and Darek as kids. She got blamed for anything, but most of it was us framing her. The shit worked - too well.
"Who was the guy with you the other night?" I studied her, realizing that I hadn't spoken to her more than a casual, 'hey' in almost two years.
"He's my boyfriend, Vince." She shrugged and glanced toward the ground.
"And you like him a lot?"
She lifted her eyes slowly. "I think so. He's really sweet, but his family is wealthy too, so he sort of gets me, you know?"
"Yeah. I do get you." I flopped back on the bed. "Close the door on your way out, and good luck with him. He's cute."
"You think so?" Her voice lifted an octave.
"Heck yeah." I closed my eyes and smiled as the sound of the door closing filled the room. My sister was so easy to placate, though the young guy half-wrapped around her the week before was cute.
I tried to relax, but it wasn't going to happen. My brother was dead, and there was no way in hell it was his own doing. He was the most straight-laced, stiff prick of a guy I knew. Finding out that Denise poisoned him for only liking missionary style would have fit my understanding of who my brother was way more than a dope smoking, cocaine hitting addict. No fucking way.
