Harley's Girl

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We drove by a statue of my dad before turning into what is now his last home. I mentally rolled my eyes at the fact that someone would have a statue of themselves in front of their own house, and wondered how in the hell could I have been the spoiled brat?

But nevertheless, I doubted Jo was still eager to see me, and I was dreading seeing Linda and Skylar but it was what it was. As long as I can get some shut eye tonight, I would have nothing to worry about.

"He really expanded, didn't he?" I mumbled, whisking the few loose strands of hair back behind my ear and tightened the band around the ponytail.

"Yeah, they all came into a lot of money during Skylars' accident last year and the expansion at Scoots last summer." Jo responded.

"Her accident?"

"Yeah. Sky was up in the mountains with Turner, his wife and kids last winter break, and one of her ski's broke on the way down a slope. They were able to win a lawsuit for a lot."

"Thats insane." I sat back, staring at the large house.

So that meant that Turner was newly divorced, and that a certain someone was still around...

Shut up, your not here for that.

It might have sounded selfish that that would be the first thing to think about after hearing your stepsister almost died on a mountaintop last year, but call me loco, so be it.

I clicked the lock on the truck door, and shuffled against the smooth driveway. Finally, something my shoes wouldn't have to endure. Jo was already out of the truck, with my suitcase and up the steps before i'd even brushed myself off. 

Geez.

Thanks, Jo.

I fiddled with my necklace, and followed her up the wide porch steps, where you could see nothing but blinds behind the large glass windows.

The house was painted cute yellow and white, with a touch of sandy brown and I mentally applauded Linda for her beach house taste. Unlike the rest of the shabby houses around here.

Jo knocked a few times, and then let herself in.

"Linda!? Linda... Linda!? Oh Jesus Christ, get up."  She'd dropped my bag swiftly, and fell to her knees.

A completely distraught Linda, was sprawled on the tough rug of the living room floor, her hands wrapped around a bottle and the leg of a chair. I cringed. She was slowly foaming at the mouth but still weeping with despair and I realized and analyzed the picture in front of me.

"He left me, Jo!" She weeped, leaving the bottle of red wine to splash all over the white rug.

"I know, Linda. You have to get up." Jo whispered in the voice again, hurling Linda up by her shoulders; but it was no use. Linda was sprawled out against the paneled floor, tears streaming down her face as sobs echoed through the halls.

Believe me, I felt for the girl I really, truly did. It seems like my father meant a lot not to just these people, but this town in general and I understood that. I was here to play that part and I had every intention of respecting it and playing it as well as I could.

But get a grip, lady geez. At least wipe the drool from your lips. Needless to say, the odds of me sleeping here with this woman was slim to none and not a single molecule in my DNA felt bad about it. In all honesty, I would rather sleep next to Turner in that barstool before I slept in a bed with earplugs here. Not gonna happen.