Revenge Is Sweet

33 - Shlimazl

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My glare is set harshly on my phone, staring at the messages she's been sending me for weeks.

I've been ignoring her but she's persistent.

Bethany needs 'help' again. She won't explain what she wants over the phone, but I can tell what she means.

She wants me to get rid of someone for her.

I glance up from my phone and at Sophia, watching her pull out an extremely burned pan of brownies from the oven.

Sophia frowns at the pan as she slowly puts it onto the stove. She shuts the oven door before inspecting the pan further.

She can't cook for the life of her. She tries, but burns it every damn time. The cabin will smell like burned brownies for hours.

I glance back down at my phone when it buzzes in my hand. Bethany promptly tells me she's going to stop sending checks.

Fuck.

It's not like I need her money. I can get a job easily, going back to what I did before she started sending those checks.

I won't live as comfortably as I do right now, but a job would cover the grocery expenses plus a little extra.

The job supported me just fine when I had it. The only problem with it is it's not just me anymore. It's Sophia and me.

And Clementine.

We would survive perfectly fine.

"Hey, Greyson," Sophia hums, turning to me. I nod and turn my phone off, quickly sliding it in my pocket. "I don't think I'm a very good cook." She frowns.

I smile at her. "You'll get there." I assure, stepping closer to her to inspect the pan of burned brownies. They're not edible.

Sophia frowns still. "I used to bake with my mom all the time. I was good at it." She complains.

"You're just out of practice." I reason on a laugh. I clear my throat when I feel my phone buzz in my pocket. "You'll get it, Sophia." I assure.

Sophia hums quietly, squinting at the pan. She shakes it off and looks up at me. "Can we drive today?" She requests.

I nod. "Yeah. We can go soon." I offer. "Let me shower really quick." I add, already turning around to start leaving the room.

"Wait," Sophia calls. I pause and look at her. "Can Clem come with us?" She asks. "I'll keep her on my lap. I promise she won't mess the seats up." She quickly adds.

I sigh quietly. "Sure." I agree reluctantly. But I can't take it back when she grins at me, overly excited for that cat. Her eyes dart to Clementine who sits peacefully on the counter.

I've told both of them she isn't allowed up there. Neither of them care.

I give my head a little shake and turn away to leave the room. Sophia laughs to herself and starts up a one sided conversation with Clementine.

She's attached to that cat already, and Clementine isn't any better. They both seem to be a little more anxious when they're out of each other's sight.

I've chosen to leave that be. They both need each other, I don't want to take it from them. Besides, it isn't hurting anyone. Other than the seat in my car.

Dad would understand.

Instead of answering or even checking Bethany's texts, I set my phone to the side and decide to leave it there.