Nothing To See Here

Chapter 3 - Badlands

I woke up in my bed, my one night stand already gone without a trace, I mentally thanked him and got my phone from the nightstand, opening up my bank account to see a grand total of two million dollars in my bank account.

Two million dollars.

What the fuck did I do for him to get all this money? I could take me and my sister to the surface and actually get a house. A real one, like the one we had when we were living with our parents. I stood up, slowly, and immediately felt pain in my lower region, collapsing on the bed. I fumbled around under my pillowcase for my pain relievers, dry swallowing them once I had them in my palm.

Almost immediately, I felt a bit better, at least enough to change out of my clothes and take a shower. I walked tentatively to the door, unsure of whether or not it was the right time to knock when I was assaulted by the strong smell of marijuana coming from behind the door. I felt myself getting a little high from the fumes as I opened the door to reveal my sister, my picture perfect, nothing but excellence, don't-mess-with-me attitude sister, sitting on her bed, tears streaks on her cheeks, and holding a blazing joint to her lips. 

"What do you want," she demanded, glaring at me with red eyes, the hate that she had for me still blazing.

"I just wanted to give you this," I retaliated with less force, trying not to come off as rude, or as rude as she could imagine me to be, handing over the check.

She glared at me one last time, setting the smouldering joint down in the ashtray, cautiously taking the phone, glancing at the amount, her breath hitching and her eyes widening in shock. "Is this for real?" she asked quietly, not taking her eyes off the screen.

"Yes," I breathed out, relieved that I avoided shouting match with her and achieved normal conversation.

Crybaby took her eyes off of the phone screen for a moment, and even though her eyes were red, I could understand why people thought she was beautiful. Her two-toned hair framed her face delicately, her face adorably round with elegant looking cheekbones, making her look gentle and compassionate, but at the same time a person you wouldn't mess with. Her brown eyes were always bright and curious, turning dark, almost black when she was angered.

I was different, I had diamond cut cheekbones and jaw, my hazel eyes dark and piercing against my pale skin, yet were always hopeful as my parents used to say, my hair slightly rough from being dyed so often, my face looked happy though, the apples of my cheeks often raised from smiling often when I was younger. My teal hair framed my face, making myself look interesting, like a gem that needs to be cleaned and polished.

"Thank you," she said, pulling me out of my thoughts, head turned down, not meeting my eyes. Nodding, I picked up my phone and turned to leave the room when I felt two arms wrap around me in a hug, I turned back around to see my sister with her head on my chest hugging me for the first time in years.

Tears welled in my eyes as I wrapped my arms around her and rested my cheek on her head, the smell of her strawberry scented shampoo filling my nostrils as we stood there, just being there for each other, like normal sisters. Right when I opened my mouth to speak, Crybaby suddenly let go of me, not meeting my eyes. 

She picked up her bag and headed to leave the hotel room, turning around to say, "Thank you," one last time before she left.

I let my tears of joy run down my face, not bothering to wipe them away. 

Crybaby is my sister.

She care about me as much as I do about her.

And that will never change.