Her, Saving Grace

7

Catherine

We weren't caught for speeding. I was too dazed when we finally stopped in front of the building. I took off my helmet and shook my head, strands of my hair going rogue.

Note to self: Never let him get you on that thing again.

"You okay, bonbon?" He took off his helmet and I was tempted to run my fingers through his hair. I would've done that if he didn't just try to get us killed.

"You could've got us killed or arrested for speeding. My brain felt like I was in front of an industrial fan the whole time I was on your bike. I could've had a heart attack or fainted. Other than that, I'm extremely fine Damon. Let's NEVER do that again." I was trying to fix my hair. I need to cut this short ASAP. I was about to walk towards my-our apartment when I felt him hold my hand.

Right. Walk beside him.

I was too tired to even argue. I needed a shower and some fried chicken. Boy what I'd give to get some deep fried chicken. When we reached the second floor, we saw Ellie (Mrs. Johnson's first name) dragging her trash bin out of her apartment. I felt a gust of wind beside me. In a blink of an eye, there stood Damon, helping Ellie. I smiled. Well whattaya know. The man knows how to treat a lady.

"You go ahead. I'll help Ellie." I smiled at him and I heard him catch his breath.

Seriously. What is it with this man and smiling?

***
Once I got upstairs, I was shocked to discover that it was unlocked.

Please do not tell me there's another man sent from You. Damon's already a handful.

I gave a sigh of relief when Damon's bedroom door opened. And there stood my sister...

in her underwear.

"You were gone the whole day. And my room smells like apples." I winced. I haven't told my family that I'm living with a man now. A man sent especially for me if I might add.

"I had to go to work Audrey." I reminded her. She's a freelance model so there's that. She wasn't really skinny. Her line of work doesn't require them to be. Something about the society finding it disgusting. She was already featured on a couple of magazines. Lingerie ads. Make-up and all the works.

She ignored me and went straight to the kitchen.

She didn't look drunk. I would've smelled the liquor by now.

"Have you had dinner?" I asked her. I was kind of used to her walking around barely dressed. I have the parts that she has anyway. Only hers were better looking than mine.

"I heard Glen came here to see you today," she said offhandedly.

I looked up to see her looking at me. Challenging me. Not a good idea. The last time I snapped at her, I was reported as the rebel child of the Wrights. With the public knowing that I took a different path than my parents, and being cold gave the media or rather, the paparazzi the idea that I was a screw-up and I was a heartless person for lashing at my sister. Sweet Audrey versus spoiled and cold Catherine.

My parents talked to me. I would've defended myself but arguing would just make the situation look far worse than it actually is. I was calm when I confronted Audrey but she burst into tears. It annoyed me. I was only pointing a finger at her telling her that she was better than sleeping with my boyfriend dyring that time. That was when the paps snapped the picture and well the rest was chaotic history. It eventually died down and Audrey's popularity to boom. She was as they say, discovered while I stayed silent until I faded into the background.