I'm Not a Whore, I'm a Leech

I'm Not a Whore, I'm a Leech (Chapter Two)

It is several hours past my curfew by the time I get home, by now I know my parents have gone to bed. The maid glowers at me as I wake her from her slumber on the couch.

“Really Miss Donahue, what time do you call this? I dread to think about what you’ve been doing,” she sneers suggestively. I ignore her and clamber through the living room to the library. The only light comes from the glowing coals in the fireplace. Making my way across the book cladden room I begin stoking the fire back to life.

“This is late even for you,” a voice says behind me. I was startled but didn’t let it show.

“I think you’ll find it is early as opposed to late.” I reply without turning around.

“Whatever Cam,” the voice grumbles as its owner maneuvers themselves into a sitting position. “I need your help,” the voice says at last. I wait for them to continue, “You see, I have this problem.”

“When people have a problem it is generally assumed they want assistance, and one cannot provide assistance if they do not know the details of the problem.”

“Yeah, yeah…I’ve been seeing this guy for a while now but we’ve kept it a secret. I want to go public but he doesn’t and I’m afraid it’s because he’s cheating on me,” the voice mutters. “I was wondering if you’d see how he reacted if you came onto him.”

“It will cost you,” I mutter.

“Twenty dollars, I know.” This is not the first time she has asked for my help.

“I’m going to need to know his name, Melissa,” I sigh and turn around to face my sister. It is not really a surprise I don’t know who she is dating. I am closer to Melissa than the rest of my family, but I still do not particularly care about who she is with. Why should I? It’s not my life.

“That’s the thing…” she mumbles awkwardly. I sigh, it would be typical Melissa if she was dating someone weird or embarrassing. Last time I helped her she was dating a grade nine who never stopped chewing gum. Ever. It was disgusting. I made her pay me an extra five dollars.

“I can’t help if I don’t know his name.”

“Please don’t hate me,” she rushes. I narrow my eyes.

“Melissa you know my emotional range goes from mildly interested to annoyed.” Ever since the incident with Victor, I have stopped myself feeling anything too extreme. It’s not worth it.

“I know, it’s just that…”

“Spit it out.”

“It’s Victor,” she blurts out rather loudly, clearly worried about my reaction.

“No.” I say, turning back around to face the fire.

“I’ll pay extra.”

“No.”

“Please,” she begs. “Cam, I’ll do anything!”

I turn to her, “You know full well that you will not do anything because that is a ridiculous thing to suggest. Would you jump off the school roof? Because that is included in the concept of ‘anything’. It is an absurd thing to say.”  

“Cam, you’re changing the subject,” Melissa sighs. “I just want to know if he won’t go public because he’s not serious about me, that’s all. You’re the only person who can help me!”

“Well, it’s a shame that I can’t help you then.”

“God, Cam, if I didn’t know you any better, I’d say you still have feelings for the guy.”