Wild Bastard

14

Matt

"Marina has nowhere to live" Lana excuses herself, throwing a look of apology at Rie.

It pisses me off when she hangs around with who knows who, assuming that everyone in the world suddenly miraculously becomes her friend after a couple of days. The little fool doesn't know how to read people at all.

A couple of times I've seen my sister with university whores, then in company, used to dabble in drugs. Every time such a friendship ends with me dragging Miss Naivety and Stupidity home by the scruff of the neck, and her yelling about not letting me talk to anyone else.

Here we are now. Who the fuck is Rie? Where the fuck did she come from? One thing I know for sure, even though she tries to seem inaccessible, her whole demeanor shows me what she really is. I like to play with her in the game "bend and fuck", but the game is still a game. Her imaginary friendship with the little one doesn't suit me.

"So what? You decided to bring in the runaway bitch?"

My sister's eyes flash, but the warning in my own puts out that faint fire of contradiction.

"It's not like that. Marina helped me. You see," She hesitates for a moment, as if deciding whether to speak or not. Lana bites her lip and blurts out, "I crashed Dan's motorcycle. There was no money to pay for the repairs, so he offered to work as a grid-girl on the track, but I knew you'd freak out. I was desperate, I didn't know what to do, so I told Reenah everything. She offered to work for me. And now I have to help her! I can't leave her, you should have seen the shit hole she was going to spend the night in!"

W.H.A.T. T.H.E. F.U.C.K.?

The silence couldn't seem to be any more palpable. Even Laura in the kitchen has stopped rattling the plates. I almost don't even catch the meaning of the last words, frozen at the moment about the bike and Dan.

"What the fuck did you do?"

I bark and let go of the brunette pressed against the table. Rie, taking the opportunity, quickly straightens up and bounces back, while I grab the elbow of the fool we share the same gene material with and shake her.

"Why in the hell were you on Dan's motorcycle?"

Her clenched eyelids should signify that she's in pain, but I don't give a fuck.

"You're hurting me."

"It's going to hurt even more. How did you contact Dan?"

" Matt, let her go," The brunette intervenes without the same confidence, but I with one look besiege the unsuccessful attempt to help her savior.

"Stay out of family business!"

Rina recoils, as if I had slapped her on the cheek, and takes a few steps back.

"Matt, I wanted to learn how to ride, so I went to the track and met some guys and girls there. One of them was Dan. He offered to teach me for a fee."

"In kind?"

"No, I paid him with my pocket money. And then when I learned, I asked to go to the track, and he let me."

With every word I say, I'm getting more and more angry. My temples start pounding, and my fantasy is already painting what I'm going to do to this asshole.

"Just on a curve I got cut off, I fell and scratched his bike, and broke something else. I couldn't afford to pay for the repair, so he offered to work it out another way."

"Why didn't he suggest a third option? Like how he fucks you in all your holes?"

There's horror in her brown eyes, but I'm not going to calm her down. Stupid-headed fool. Lives in her fairy tales, forgetting about the real world, where women pay in a different way.