Revenge of the Wildcat

Promises and Phone-calls

Again, I have no idea where I'm honestly going with this plot. But, I think the girl is pretty neat, so I might continue to write this story. She's pretty bad-ass in my opinion. Like my inner child, haha...

Well, please read and review if you enjoy this bit. This girl has fire, I can promise you that.

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Chapter One

Promises and Phone-calls

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    I gently stepped in, side-stepping the pile of dirty clothes in my way without alarming their tired attentions. The wicked smile was still plastered on my face, my eyes glistening with hate and malice.

    I knocked once, against the door I was leaning on, my legs crossed in a relaxed manner. I have a low chuckled as I saw them both jump and turn around. My sister paled, her arms instinctively pulling the blanket over herself to cover her nakedness. My boyfriend looked up slowly, with a dreaded expression displayed on his open face. His eyes slowly raked up my body, not entirely meeting my firy eyes.

    "Jack."

    I spoke softly, but the single word carried my silent threat of promised pain. He flinched, his shaggy brown hair bent low in shame. However, even as I stared at his eyes, I could see they were not apologetic in the sense I wanted him to be. No, he was only sorry that he had gotten caught.

    Seeming to have sorted out his thoughts, he quickly pulled up with a worried expression. "Kora, it's not what it looks like!"

    Ah, how creative, my boyfriend was.

    "Really, Jack?" I stalked up to the bed, where he lay silent. Not bothering to look at the dirty aftermath, I only stared directly in his face. "Are you telling me, I didn't just see you fucking my sisterf into your bed? That it was all a hallucination and that in reality, you were simply giving each other, what? A genital check-up?"

    "N-no...we were just, um, you know..."

    I gave him a pitiless expression, my lips pursed in annoyance.

    "Jack, do I need to spell this out to you? It's called fucking, F-U-C-K-I-N-G. I'm sure a big boy like you would be familiar with such a crude term, considering that was what you were doing only five minutes ago."

    "I didn't cheat on you!" He blurted out only moments later, as if believing that phrase would make me forget what I had just seen 10 minutes prior to entering. Honestly, I never knew my boyfriend lacked the intellegence of a chimpanzee.

    "Yes, instead you were fucking my sister. No, that's not considered cheating at all, Jack." I said sarcastically, my brows furrowing in forced laughter. "You're a real clown; a complete riot." I watched his face carefully, taking in his pitiful expression.

    He had made that face numerous times before when we were dating. It was the face that had gotten me to believe every last lie that had come from his traitorous mouth. Only a day ago, I would have fallen for that face, hook-line and sinker. But now, it only made him look more ridiculous in the whole scheme of things.

    "Wait, you were serious?" I stopped laughing in shock, the emotion reflecting on my face. There was a moment of silence, before I burst out laughing again, this time the sounds flowing out naturally.

    No one said a word while the laughter flowed out of me, sounding like merciless shrieks to the others. I laughed out every last bit of pain and sorrow, along with any attachments that had connected me to Jack. Finally, I stopped, wiping the stray tears that had leaked through my breathless giggles.