Taste of Poison

Chapter Six: Dying Pig

 "You look terrible," Revy says with irritation. "How long has it been since you've shaved?" 

And here we go. "Fuck off," I say angrily as I walk towards the kitchen. I only have a little bit of stubble. Where most females think I'm drop dead sexy, my little sister thinks I'm just the grossest thing that's ever walk the planet.

Well, I think she is too since I had the change her diaper a lot when she was a baby.

I don't have anything in my fridge since I don't eat much but now I have a feeling I'm going to have to go grocery shopping for this little turd. 

"Why does it smell like vinegar in here?" 

"You ask too many questions," I snap. "What the hell do you want to eat?" 

"I don't want food, I want to know why I haven't heard from you in the past twelve months."

"Fine then. Starve for all I care," I say as I walk out of the kitchen and into my bedroom. 

"What the hell, Zamie? Don't treat me like you treat Mom!" 

"I'll treat you however the hell I want. And if I want to treat you like crap then I'll treat you like crap," I say angrily as I slam my bedroom door shut.

Revy kicks my bedroom door. "What the hell!? I'm not finished talking to you!" 

"I'm finished with talking to you," I say as I press my back against my door.

Every time she kicks the wood door, I feel it vibrate violently. When she finally stops, she calms down. 

"Where am I sleeping?" she asks.

"On the couch." 

"If I'm going to be here then we might as well get along. I don't want this to be awkward, Zamie so please...just talk to me. I really did want you to come home."

Revy sighs when I don't say anything. Instead of getting unpacked, like she should be doing, she waits for me. 

"Do you have a boyfriend now?" I ask her quietly, I wasn't interested but she wants a conversation so I'll give her one.

"A boyfriend...er...yes, I do," she tells me quietly. 

"Liar," I accuse as move off my door and open it quickly.

Revy stands there with her face flustered and red as she looks up at me. "I'm not a liar! His name is Tab...only he's just a few months older than me," she says with a sheepish smile. Her bashful look ends when she looks back at me. "Are you still with that freaky girl?" 

"Her name is Scout and no. She thinks we're still together," I say bitterly as I walk past Revy. "Are you not hungry? Answer me for real this time." 

"Yes, I am hungry," she answers. "You don't sound too happy about Scout. Did something happen?" 

"I bet you would be so thrilled to see Scout," I say with a sneer. "Oh, and I have some rules since you're going to be in my apartment." 

"Rules? Are you kidding me?" 

"Rule number one: if the bathroom is shut then don't open it," I state firmly. Revy looks at me confused. "It's basic, okay? So that I don't run into you while you're changing or whatever and you don't walk in when I'm...doing whatever it is that I do in bathrooms," I say slowly and awkwardly. 

"Does it involve tissues, socks, lube or lotion? Possibly a magazine?" 

"You don't have to worry about catching me doing anything like that," I say quietly and Revy nods. "Rule number two: never answer my cellphone. Actually, just stay out of anything that is mine."