The Thirteenth

~Chapter Ten~

The Thirteenth

Chapter Ten

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This morning when Al picked me up, she whined all the way to school about the injustice done to her in her house. Her sister, Charlotte gaining all the attention, throwing tantrums and snapping at everyone just seemed to piss Al off - a lot.

Al decided that she desperately wanted a break from her sister, whom she now referred to as the 'bride-zilla' on a regular basis, and her endless drama. She wasn't all too happy when I pointed out the fact, like I regularly did, that it was just a week of trouble and then it would all be over.

Want to know how I figured out that she wasn't all too happy? This is how the conversation went.

"You seem tired," I observed, as I slid in a CD into the CD player. It was habit that developed unmindfully. As soon as I got into the car, I knew that Al was pissed at something because she didn't greet me with her cheerful voice.

The day was better today, although there were a few puddles on the wet road. It rained all night and ceased only a little before I woke up. Dad hadn't come home last night, not that it surprised me anymore.

"You know why," she whispered, not meeting my gaze.

"Only a week left, Al. It'll all be over before you know it. Weddings can be stressful -the catering, deciding the whole event, trying to make it perfect... it's all wedding jitters." I consoled. That was my first mistake.

"It's not freaking wedding jitters when you insult your sister, Lia!" She screamed, punching the stop button on the CD player and looking at me with tear-filled eyes. "It is not wedding jitters..." She let out painfully before looking straight ahead.

"Oh, Al..." I spoke softly, rubbing her upper arm.

"I don't want your goddamn pity, get it?" She yelled again. I didn't want to sound sadistic here, but I'd rather prefer her tears over yelling. Angry Al was downright evil. Sorry, Al!

"It is not so called 'wedding jitters' when you openly call your little sister fat and jealous." She shouted again and I flinched at her tone. Al was not fat; she was curvaceous. I was desirous of her hour-glass figure because I fell under the stick-figure category, with probably a few bumps of fat which were not 'in the right places', like people often said.

"Hold on... What happened, Al? I'll listen," I said gently, trying to calm her down.

She fell silent for a minute and then started faintly, "Last evening, I was trying out the bridesmaid dress after the alterations for my size. It was a little tight and I couldn't zip it in the back. I pointed it out to her and she lost it." She said gripping the steering wheel tightly. "She started blaming me that I kept complaining about her wedding from the very beginning and that I was jealous. She accused me of wanting the wedding to 'crash and burn' and not supporting her. When I said that she was wrong for thinking that way because I supported her despite her slaving me around, she interrupted me saying that I was full of shit. She called me a fat-ass and stormed off." She punched the steering wheel, earning a blaring honk.