The one where Rue's half sister Sheila, the Roxy Hart of East Highland, comes home from juvie fully intent on destroying Nate Jacobs.
oc x Maddy Perez
[based on Euphoria and the musical Love in Hate Nation by Joe Iconis]
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Sheila Nail's stay in juvie taught her a myriad of tricks. For one, she could now lie through her fucking teeth and make it sound like the gospel truth.
Another trick was learning how to castrate someone. She met a sixteen year old girl in juvie who cut off her stepbrother's dick and fed it to him, allegedly. And that girl proceeded to give the entire juvie a step by step tutorial on it with a banana and a pair of safety scissors.
She never knew she'd need to use them all in one night.
Sheila liked the carnival and despised it all at the same time. It was the one weekend she was required to stay at her dad's to keep up the hardworking successful single father image he'd cultivated.
It gave her thirty minutes to spend running around on the gravitron with Gia.
"You wanna go again?"
"Just one more time."
"You said that last time."
"And then we're getting pretzels, forreal this time." Gia dragged her on the gravitron for the fifteenth time and when they came out.
"Two pretzels."
"Like, actual pretzels," Ashtray asked.
Sheila looked around, "Give her a pretzel and I want something extra in my drink."
"That'll be $35.75." ashtray handed the pretzels to Sheila and Gia. Gia mumbled something about meeting up with a friend and ran off. Sheila wasn't 100% sure where Gia said she was going, though.
"For a pretzel?"
"For the extra shit." Ashtray clarified. "Unless you found a better dealer in jail."
"Fuck off, Ash."
"Tell that to Fez. he's the one that told me what went down." Ash said, "Stay safe out here!"
It was probably a bad idea for Sheila to drink at the carnival but there was no way she would get through sitting at the booth sober.
"Sheila."
"Daddy."
"You actually look presentable for once."
"Thanks, I guess."
"Where's your little sister?"
"She's on the gravitron." Sheila said, drinking from her water bottle. "And-"
"There she is!" Cal Jacobs wrapped his arms around Sheila, "You're back on track, kid."
"Yeah."
"She still doesn't lose even when she's locked up, Rod." Cal told her dad. "Nathaniel! Make sure Sheila stays comfortable alright?" Cal Jacobs had his hands all over my older sister. Her dad didn't notice how his hands would graze over her curves. But Nate noticed. He noticed everything his dad did.
"Where the hell were you?" Nate hissed, "You're fucking late!"
"I was with my little sister, Gia. You know the one that keeps her mouth shut?"
"She didn't see shit." he said.
"She sees a lot more than people know." Sheila said, "And she started to ask questions."
"What kinds of questions? I can talk to her."
"No! You're not going after Gia." Sheila said, "You stay the hell away from Gia. She's a good kid. She doesn't need to be in the middle of my bullshit. Plus, she already thinks you're fucking creepy. Her words, not mine." Gia had a way of knowing when someone was suspicious. The day Nate first came over to our mom's house, she had questions. She'd never seen that boy with her sister and she'd never mentioned him but he was in our house eating dinner with us. Eight year old Gia had asked if Nate was her boyfriend and there wasn't a definite answer.
An hour went by and they were just about to announce the winner of the chili cookoff. And surprise, surprise, Cal Jacobs won AGAIN.
"Are you drunk?"
"Yes."
"Seriously? After the party?"
"It's just vodka."
"Give it to me." Nate said, "Don't make a fucking scene."
But Maddy Perez was already doing that. She was high on MDMA and angry at Nate. That paired with a drunk Sheila was a recipe for disaster.
"Yeah, I'm not supposed to be here right now because I'm dressed like a hooker and none of you like me except for my girl Sheila."
"What's your problem?" Marsha asked.
"You cunt!" maddy yelled, knocking over a pot of chili.
"Give me the fucking bottle!" Sheila said, grabbing it from Nate. "You're fucking right, Mads! You're a fucking cunt Marsha!" she yelled drunkenly. "Every single one of you is a fucking cunt, especially you, Nate!"
Remember when I said, Sheila would black out when she was drinking? This is a prime example. The next thing she knew, Nate had her and Maddy up against the trailers with his hand wrapped around their throat. Although Sheila couldn't really breathe, she dug into her pocket and was able to get her switchblade out, cutting his arm. "You're fucking dead to me. Both of you" when he let go, he kicked Sheila in the ribs and hit her in the face.
"I'm sorry. I love you, Maddy. You know I love you."
"Seriously?" Sheila said, holding out her switchblade. "You just tried to murder us. Stay back!"
"Shut the fuck up, Sheila." Nate said, "You want Gia to know you're drinking again? I can go talk to her right now."
"S-stay away from Gia."
"I could hurt you and tell her you had a drink and she'd leave you."
"S-stop."
"No one is going to believe a convicted felon." Nate smiled, "Especially one who just assaulted me with a weapon."
"It was self-defense." Nate grabbed her arm, taking the blade and pushing her back on the ground. "I swear to god if you tell anyone about this, I'll make sure you never see your mom again."
It was a threat but if her dad found out she was drinking, he'd find a way to blame me and our mom and Sheila really would never see me or Gia again. Nate tossed her the keys to his truck and told her to go wait for him. She did and she fell asleep in the backseat. He'd taken her home and upstairs to his bedroom and headed out again to meet up with Jules. He was Tyler, the mystery dude she sent nudes and to.
"Keep your head down and stay the fuck away from Sheila. If Sheila's with Rue, stay the hell away from her too. It'll be your fault if Rue never gets to see her again." Nate said, "Goodnight."
Despite being high as a kite, Gia sent Sheila a string of concerned texts.
G: wtf are you.
Couldn't find you after gravitron
Tried weed. Feel dizzy.
Nate came home to her phone buzzing and replied to the texts Gia sent.
I'm spending the weekend at dad's. You know he feels about Rue. I love you. Maybe we shouldn't be talking right now.
He knew it was wrong. He knew Sheila very specifically told him to stay out of her and Gia's business but he wanted to drive a wedge between them. Our little sister was too observant for her own good and her peeking around the corner would inevitably mean the end of Nate blackmailing Sheila for a long time.
