Page 19 of A Dangerous Game
He shrugs. “My sister is pretty stubborn. She’s not comin’ back here unless we get her.”
“Hey! Bishop’s pissed off and wants everyone in his room. Now!” Elvis demands.
I elbow Thorn. “Does it piss you off when he tries to top you?”
The look on the prodigal son’s face says it all. “Yeah. Instead of bein’ in the room with my dad, I’m out here talkin’ about chicks with you.”
I elbow him again, this time harder than before. “We were talkin’ about your sister. The sister who’s probably in danger.”
We both walk into Bishop’s room and his eyes are narrowed on us from the second we come in. “Why didn’t you stop her? You knew it was fuckin’ important she stayed here!” He roars.
Even though he’s in a hospital bed, the man can still yell.
I rub the back of my neck trying to think of something to say that wouldn’t piss him off even more. I have nothing. I want to tell him that he shouldn’t have pissed her off in the first place, but I don’t. I also don’t tell him that he should have been nicer to her all those years ago then she wouldn’t be in danger.
And I wouldn’t have had my heart broken.
I say nothing.
“Fuck you, guys. You can’t do anything right!”
Again, I don’t say anything.
SINCLAIR
My dad will always be the one who wants to control everyone. He wants me to fall back in line but it's not happening again. I’m not falling into his line.
I’m wondering if all this was a staged attack. Would my dad fake his own attack to get me to come back? If he would, how did he get all the brothers to follow behind him? That’s just insane!
My head is pounding from my anger the whole one hundred miles I have spent in a taxi on my way back to my house. I’m filled with so much anger that I could choke on it.
Thorn used our own mother’s death to get me to come back so our dad could give me some shit.
Dumb asses.
Why did I think it would be any different this time? Why did I think it would be different now that a few years have gone by? I will tell you that I’m more stupid than all those assholes combined.
Isn’t that the definition of insanity? Doing the same thing over and over again expecting a different result? It’s been a few years. It's hasn’t been a lifetime or anything. None of them have changed. Especially my dad.
Those mother fuckers won’t ever quit. They won’t ever let me be me.
“You’re a pretty girl to be out by yourself,” the cabbie says to me in a thick accent from another country.
His eyes are brown matching his skin color but they are nice. Nice is what I need right now.
I shrug not knowing how to answer. Is he wanting me to tell him why I’m out here by myself? Nah, I would rather be the mystery girl.
He checks the mirror looking back at me again. “If my daughter were to be out by herself, I would want to make sure she’s okay.”
“I’m fine, sir. Thank you.”
We don’t say anything for another twenty minutes while I stare out the window. In the back, there’s a plexiglass separating us and I feel as if the glass is actually saving him from my crazy. My life is purely insane.
What the hell am I going to do? I will tell you that I have no idea. I have no idea how to handle any of this so I’m not going to. I’m going to live my life exactly how I want to and they can suck a dick.
Every last one of them.
The cabbie signals to get off the highway and pulls into a little gas station off the road. He stops and gets out of the car without saying anything to me. I probably should go to the bathroom but I don’t want to get out and deal with people right now. The idea of socializing is too much for me.
