The Girl Who Killed

Chapter Four

The town of Clare was decently large. Small, but big at the same time. Aunt Kim and mom sat up front, putting Sabine and Nada in the back. They were looking out their own windows, Nada listening to an iPod through blue headphones with squishy ends that read Skull Candy. Needless to say, it was her first and only pair for about two or three years now. She was careful with her items, unlike her brother had been. 

"So, Sabine, how do you like the house and the town so far?" Aunt Kim asked. She had red hair and blue eyes, freckles all over her face. Her hair was short, bobbed, and she was excruciatingly nice. and it was killing Sabine. 

"Oh, it's nice. The town feels so small compared to Los Angeles! Though, I'm sure the people are nicer." She smiled, her teeth glowing against her dark skin. 

Nada was still staring out the window, her green eyes glassy and sad. Her cheeks were flushed again, and her hand was growing numb from resting her chin on it. She didn't care. She was slightly tired, and she just couldn't sleep. Sabine was right next to her. Sabine scared her. And she didn't like things being different. 

"What do you think about the looks of the school?" Aunt Kim asked. 

Fucking nosey ass Ginger. Leave me the Hell alone! "It's small compared to my old one, but it seems like it'll be nice." She looked out her window, seeing Wendy's pass. "Do you think we could go to Wendy's later?" She asked Nada's mom. 

Nada's mom had the same colour hair as Nada, but she was very pale. They had the same celestial nose and same full lips. She looked in the rear-view mirror at Sabine. "I don't think so. I'm making tuna noodle salad for lunch and for dinner we're having steak." 

"But, I'd like to eat at Wendy's."  Sabine protested. 

"This household eats as a family, dear. Deal with it." Nada's mom snapped. She had a low patience, and she didn't like kids who whined. That's why she no longer had a son. 

Sabine looked back out the window, obviously pouting about not getting what she wanted. 

"Oh, Mal, just get her fries or something," Aunt Kim whispered to Nada's mom. 

"Kimberly, as I just told Sabine, we eat as a family. Healthy and as I cook. If you don't like it, you can join your brother wherever the Hell he is and leave me the fuck alone." Mal snapped. 

Whoa! Kimberly thought, Mallory was much more on edge since Sabine had gotten here. It wasn't her fault her parents were dead! She chastised her brother's ex-wife in her head as they drove the the market to pick up groceries. 

Nada was quiet through the store, as her mother preferred it. She could be as loud as she wished outside, when they were at home, possibly riding on her four wheeler or golf cart on the back trails. Though, she had only been swimming since Sabine had come a week and a day ago. She didn't like Sabine. Sabine ruined a lot of stuff, and Nada liked it a certain way. Her way. And her mom obliged. 

Sabine, on the other hand ran around wildly, asking for things over and over again. Aunt Kim had a soft spot for orphans, and Sabine knew it. Even though the woman was nearly broke and living with her ex-sister-in-law, she wanted to give Sabine what she wanted. 

"What do you mean 'I can't get it'? It's only seventy-five cents!" Sabine whined. She was starting to make a scene, and Nada didn't like it. 

"We eat healthy, not junk food. You'll just have to cope." Mallory said. 

Kimberly, on the other hand, nodded an approval and placed it in her own basket of groceries. Not many, admittedly, but what she herself could afford to bring into the household she lived in. 

"Aunt Kim," Sabine looked at the red-haired woman, even-eyed. She was either getting taller, or Kim was getting shorter, and she was only thirty-five. 

"Yes, dear?" Kimberly picked up an apple and inspected it. Looked good. 

"Why do you have little money? No job?" Sabine was stumped, the woman seemed in fine physical and psychological condition. What could be wrong? Laziness. That's what. 

"My brother and I have lived together all my life. He got married to Mallory and I moved in with them. I still do. As for no job, I was a high-school drop-out, and no one will accept me without experience. I collect unemployment, but it'll run out soon." 

Sabine nodded, and noted the awful look Mallory and Nada both gave Kim. Something was a lie, here, and Sabine knew exactly what it was.

Finally, they left the supermarket and headed home. Nada had her headphones back in, counting the trees that went by, completely oblivious to the fact that her favorite song was playing. 

Sabine watched the dark-haired beauty from across the seat. "Hey," She poked Nada. 

"What?" Nada asked. She hated being poked. It was unnecissary. 

"Why don't we invite people over?" 

"What?" Nada repeated. 

"Good idea," Nada's mom piped in. "Boys, girls, whatever. Sleep outside or something. I can make something other than steak." 

"Pizza?" Sabine asked, almost hopefully. 

Mallory laughed. "Hell no." 

Nada hated when her mom swore. There were more intelligent words out there. 

"Let's invite Kyle and Ashton." Sabine said, poking Nada rapidly, many times in succession. 

"Stop that. I'll call them when we get home." 

"Don't you have a cell phone?" Sabine asked, brushing her hand through her blonde hair again. 

Nada shook her head. "House phone. I dislike having to care for a cell phone." 

Sabine was appalled. Who was this freak? 

Nada, the OCD insomniac that slept in the room next to her. That's right. 

"Oh, I see." 

"No you don't. Don't lie, Sabine." Nada shook her head and put her headphones back in. What Happens At The Party by LMFAO was on. She loved that song. Loved Redfoo. He was an epic DJ. 

Sabine sat back, head against the seat, and slowly drifted into a light sleep.