"A-And then she called me a bitch, a-and you punched her in the throat and said who's the bitch now!" I couldn't breathe I was laughing so hard. And by the way that Abby was clutching her stomach I'm guessing she couldn't breathe either. For the first time in nearly two years I had my big sister back. And I was enjoying every minute of it.
"Mom couldn't decide whether to be angry or proud."
"True but I think she settled on proud because if you remember correctly we had extra large fudge sundaes that night for dinner."
"No Em only you had fudge Mom and I had banana!" Ah! The corrections of an older sister, they never stop coming! At least I hope they don't. Looking morose all of a sudden Abby quietly said, "I think that was the first and last time I've ever hit anyone."
"Well when we were growing up you always told me that violence solves nothing. But back then I just thought you were being a sissy." When she doesn't call me out for basically insulting her I look up to realize that my sister isn't here in this moment with me anymore.
"Ab-"
"I did used to say that a lot, didn't I?" She cut me off. "I remember Dad always telling me that, when you took my Barbies I'd say that I was gonna pull your hair. Then you would run off and tell Mom and she would tell Dad to deal with it."
"Yeah but since you were such a Daddy's girl he wouldn't dare punish you!" When I think about it that was the hardest thing for me to remember after my Dad passed. The fact that him and I weren't as close as my Mom and I were.
I can't imagine what it was like for Abby. The biggest Daddy's girl I had ever known at the time.
Abby who was looking very put off at the moment, and very tipsy closed her eyes for a second and then hiccuped. And hiccuped again. I smiled to myself because that meant that my plan was going much more smoothly than I thought, and with any luck she'll be flappin her gums any minute now.
No matter how mysterious my sister had been lately, she couldn't refrain from being herself while uninhibited.
Now all I had to do was carefully manipulate the conversation so Abby wouldn't suspect me of meddling in her business.
And I knew just were to start.
Operation crack Abby was a go!
"So...do you remeber Stacy?" Abby must have been drunker than I thought cause she was squinting her eyes to think. And it looks like she was thinking pretty hard.
"Do you mean Stacy our next door neighbor, who always had juicy written across her ass?"
"Yeah sleazy Stace-!"
"Yes I remeber her, but only cause that little bitch stole my first boyfriend." Ah finally loose lipped Abby has arrived!
"To be fair Toby was only a friend remember?" The sarcasm was heavy in my voice, but only because when I met him he couldn't keep his hands off her. "And you kept leading him on then crushing him by saying you guys were just friends. So no offense but I really don't wonder why he went over to Stacey's house cause that girl was easy with a capital-."
"Yeah, whatever! She was just a stupid slut. Hey, didn't mom even say something about her getting pregnant?"
"Yeah that's actually where I was going with this-"
"What do you mean?" I was getting a little twitch in my eye because of her interrupting me.
So putting on my best fake smile I growled out, "Well if you'd let me finish-"
"Yeah, yeah sorry I forget how uptight you are about people cutting in when you talk!" Yet you still do it anyway I thought to myself.
"What?" Oops I guess it wasn't as to myself as I wanted it to be. "Why are you like that anyway?"
To bad I forgot how much of a pain in the ass drunk Abby could be. Otherwise I would have reconsidered my oh so tactful plan.
"Hello earth to Em!"
"Hmm? Oh I'm like that because I'm short." That was possibly the vaguest answer I had ever given someone, but only because I wanted to get my answers first. And Abby wasn't giving them to me and I was getting a little impatient having to wait. As my sister was thinking that answer through in her drunk mind I decided to steer the conversation back to the original topic.
"So anyway as I was saying, or trying to say earlier is that Stacey got PTSD really bad after Zaray was born."
My sister looked at me cluelessly before asking, "And who exactly is Zaray?" Oh duh! I forgot Abby hasn't really come to visit us in a long time so she wouldn't know who the sweet baby girl is that was living next door.
How I forgot the fact that Abby basically ditched Mom and I, I don't know.
Oh wait yes I did know why I didn't know! The alcohol!
Guess I was drunker than I thought.
Drunker?
More drunk?
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Mystery / ThrillerI don't feel bad. And I would do it again. A million times if I had to. It was what I thought was right. I saw a problem, so I solved it. The only way I knew I could fix the problem was to kill him. Like I said I thought it was right. Still do. No...
