The Sitter's Sister

Chapter 10

Perrie was staring at Leigh-Anne on their walk back.

"I think you should do shit like that more often. Seems like you finally found your crowd uh Jes?" Sairah laughed with a playful arm around Jesy. Joe walked ahead of them while Leigh was around the back with Perrie.

"Don't lump me in with those rejects. Why would you even say shit like that?" Jesy was trying to act as if having Sairah this close was not making her a bit moist. Like punch me in the face. You're so f*cking hot.

"Cause it's f*cking true. Didn't you feel welcome while you were with them? Holy shit the fat guy was the best. Kinda feel bad for all of 'em . . ." Sairah was talking while keeping Jesy close.

Jesy was actually very happy with this.

Leigh-Anne kept seeing flashes of that night and she did not know how to stop it. She was not even aware of her surroundings at the moment.

Perrie tapped her fingers together. Just do it. "Hey." She touched Leigh's shoulder.

Leigh-Anne gasped before facing her.

Perrie did not mean to startle her. "S-sorry. I didn't-"

"No, no it's okay I . . ." Leigh noticed that this was Perrie and that she was not walking next to Sairah like she intended.

Perrie pulled her hand back. "Look I'm really sorry about what happened at the mall. I was being real nasty and . . . sorry."

Leigh-Anne could feel sweat draining from her neck down her stomach. She nodded. "It's okay. Um . . ." She saw her sister's lifeless face with the blood pouring out of her head.

Perrie saw her cover her mouth. "Yo, you good?"

Leigh-Anne shook her head. "I'm fine." She actually felt like retching but she did not want to lose any nutrition. That would be a waste of Sairah's hard earned money. She watched how her sister laughed heartily at Jesy. Her body's sore. As much as she did not want to, she was starting to think that maybe she should take over some nights for Sairah. What was he doing with her sister? Maybe if she took Sairah's place once a week it would hurt less. Would the guy be interested? I don't know how to have sex. But she wanted to help.

"You don't look fine. Hey if you gotta puke you should do it in one o' dem bushes." Perrie instructed her. She did not want to see barf.

Leigh held her mouth and shook her head once more. "I can't."

"Huh? What do you mean? No one will care if you barf in their bush."

"No I mean I can't waste what Sairah bought me so I can't throw up."

Perrie blinked. "So you're holding in your own barf? If you really need to, you will eventually."

Leigh-Anne saw the fire and the dead body in her mind.

Perrie stopped when she did. "Uhhh . . ." She saw the others walking ahead. "Should I call your sister?"

Leigh snapped out of it and continued walking with a hand on her stomach. She had cold sweats all over.

Perrie found that she looked pale and ill. "What's wrong?"

Leigh-Anne looked at her in the corner of her eye but didn't say anything.

Perrie sighed. "I know I've been gross but I'm actually concerned. Come on."

Leigh-Anne did not feel like sharing. Especially not with the likes of Perrie.

Perrie could see sweat seeping through the girl's clothes. "Oh wait you're thinking of . . ." She remembered when Jesy had told her that Leigh-Anne had sweat to the point where she needed to have a shower. "Aww." She pouted. "Talking about all of it must have f*cked you up. Poor thing."