Angels of Disaster

Debra James: To Hate a Sister

In the southern part of Kentucky, late one morning, Debra James was dressed in short, grey sweats and a blue shirt that hung, dangling, around her meaty thighs. She never thought she'd end up here; she never thought she did anything wrong. Her roommate, Jacob Layton, was sitting across from her at the time, wearing the same attire, as the two ate their processed eggs and ham for breakfast. Debra's thick red hair slid into her mouth as she ate her scum meal. She didn't deserve this food, at least that's what she thought as she gnawed on her red hair.

After breakfast ended, Debra and Jacob silently walked to their bed in silence, not having any built-up conservation from the night prior as usual. It was always Debra doing the talking. She endlessly complained about her wide figure as she continued stuffing chocolatey bars of sugar in her mouth. She thought life was unfair for treating her the way had. Debra wanted the spotlight, she wanted it bad. Bad enough to steal her sister's, Astrid James was her name. She had always despised her.

Astrid had silvery blond hair that her lower back. She had perfectly proportional curves that sat quite nicely in her tight tank tops which spilled out her large chest. Her rear and hips met Astrid's skinny jeans standards as she walked around with her perky ass. Her thighs were separated just enough to see through the other side. Her face and back were clear from any acne, and her blue eyes sparkled in the sweet sunshine.

Debra was quite the opposite.

Debra knew what to talk about. The silence was growing more and more sickening with every second that passed. She shot up from her cot that had been set up days prior. The metal clips holding everything together grind against the copper pole that keeps the cot off the ground.

"I can tell you a story," said Debra as she lustfully stared at her roommate.

Jacob silently put his nude magazine down on his own cot, walked in front of her, and sat down cross-legged. He waited as his angel began speaking.

"Mother wanted my sister and I to go camping. I've told you about her?" Debra leaned into Jacob.

"Yes, my love," Jacob lifted his loose shirt, exposing his pale skin. Debra smiled knowing she could easily snap his frail body in half, as if he were a fragile twig than a human.

"She was scared of something. Oh, how pitiful she was. Poor little miss Astrid. She did everything she could to keep herself clean. Oh, how she hated that one bulging, pus-filled whitehead. It wasn't even visible, other than when she stripped naked. It was right above where her waistband rested. Poor thing couldn't fuck her boyfriend for a week because of it. She abused skin products and got checked at the doctor weekly after that. It turned into an obsession of hers. Do you know what that's called?" Debra brought her chubby face closer to Jacob's.

"No. What is it, love?" Jacob returned the question as he played with his waistband.

"Dermatophobia. She had dermatophobia; she had an irrational fear of skin diseases. Quite pathetic, huh?"

Jacob nodded in agreement to his angel. When he was with Debra, he acted like a kid in a candy store, he couldn't get enough of his sweet, sweet treat.

Debra rocked back up on her cot, continuing to watch Jacob. "Like all popular girls, she had friends. Her friends were all different. She put her hand in a bowl of folded paper slips to choose them. Some were popular, like her. Some were misfits to society. But each one of them was scared of something. They always are." Debra leaned forward again and played with Jacob's fluffy hair. "First is Adriana Grey: she had a fear of fire, or pyrophobia. Kenneth Norman: he had a fear of water, or aquaphobia. Emma Jones: she had a fear of isolation and being alone, or monophobia. Jason Gutierrez: he had a fear of injury, or traumatophobia. Fallon Bell: she had a fear of holes and erratic patterns, or trypophobia. Lastly my sister, Astrid James." Debra cocked her head to the side and continued to grin at Jacob. "Now, how about you? You have any irrational fears?"

"I have a fear of being without you, love," Jacob lustfully whispered. "Do you have any?"

"No. Fears are for freaks. I was just scared of Astrid stealing Jeremy from me. She had stolen my men so many times before. There was no way I was letting it happen again," Debra explained more about this Jeremy to tease her roommate.

Jacob's face grew redder out of resentment and jealousy for this Jeremy guy Debra rambled on about. "You mentioned a camping trip, love?" Jacob interrupted.

Debra smirked. She developed a crush on Jacob as soon as she saw him. Maybe he felt the same about Debra. "Oh, that's right. Mother forced us into our motorhome, where Astrid drove us to the middle of the woods. The ride was silent, no one even tried talking. To my surprise, Astrid's friends were already waiting for us at the sight. They were all there, all five of them, not including my sister. Mother told us before leaving that this was supposed to be a time for us to bond. Bond over what? I'm not sure since there wasn't anything we had in common. I was quite happy about the surprise. They weren't going to include me, I got everything to myself. But one more surprise walked out from behind Astrid's friends' cars: Jeremy Crest. He walked up to Astrid with his arms outstretched and took her in his muscular arms once directly in front of her."

Debra bit down on her cheek and lie down on her cot. "Would you like to hear more?" she asked with jealousy in her voice.

"Of course, my love," Jacob returned.

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