Lisa
"OUT! Now!" The words roar out of me with more explosiveness than I intend as I slam into Mark's room. His pale ass is bobbing in the air, one impossibly thin leg draped over his shoulder, as he pistons in and out of the simpering idiot he's had hanging off him all day.
"What the fuck?" he roars right back at me, looking over his shoulder to where I stand in the doorway with my hands on my hips. He's a fucking moron. A complete idiot. "You get out," he adds.
"Girl," I address the woman; she's a stranger to me. "Clothes on and out of my house now, thanks." She unfurls herself from Mark and sheepishly climbs off the bed.
"You can pull rank over a lot of things, Lisa, but not over where I stick my dick," Mark spits at me as he tugs on a pair of sweatpants.
I grit my teeth. "Your inability to exercise control over your dick is what is causing problems!"
Dressed haphazardly, the young woman tentatively clears her throat. "Yeah, so I'm going to go now?" Her voice goes high at the end of the sentence and it sounds like a question.
"Mark," I bark. "Are you going to see your friend out?"
He looks like he's on the brink of throwing something at me. His anger swells and surrounds him like a mist, but he does as he is told, leading the woman out of his suite and into the hallway.
Incredulous that I'm having to do this to my 28-year-old brother, I follow the pair of them to ensure she leaves the property.
"Aren't you lucky you can go running to mommy? Pathetic!" Mark taunts Roseanne as he stomps past her towards the back door.
Mommy? Haven't been called that before. A girl I was seeing a few years back used to call me 'daddy' in bed. Weirdly, I didn't mind that so much. It was kind of hot. I'm not sure 'mommy' has the same effect.
"Time to go!" Mark bellows at the stragglers from the party as he crosses the great open living space. "Now, thanks!" They scurry around collecting their belongings, hearing the fury in his voice. In a matter of minutes only Roseanne, my brothers, Jennie, and I remain.
"What the fuck is wrong with you, you piece of shit?" Jennie rushes at him. Her fury would be more intimidating if she didn't have to tip her head right back to look up at him. "I hope you catch 17 STDs from your hoebags and your dick falls off!"
Bambam scoops Jennie up and drops her in an armchair from where she continues to call Mark an eclectic and impressive list of names.
"Roseanne!" Mark shouts, glaring at her from a few meters away. "You want to fight your own battles, princess? Or are you leaving it to mommy and the fuckin' Kiwi chihuahua?"
I have never seen him like this. Sure he has always been an egotistical twat, but usually he is oblivious to or reckless with other people's feelings, not downright cruel. Either the marriage or the new role he has in the family seems to have tipped him over the edge. Probably both.
Roseanne stares wildly from the sofa looking like a disheveled fucking angel. She's still wearing just the jumper I gave her over the top of her bathers. Her gorgeous legs and feet are in the air as Jackson plucks pieces of glass out of the soles of her feet with a pair of tweezers. Looking at her legs in the air gets me ridiculously wet and I quickly raise my gaze back to her face.
Her face is haunting. Those bright brown eyes look so afraid and tired.
"I told you not to fall in love with me," Mark shoots at her, exasperated.
