Devour You

6

Victoria

I stand in my kitchen, a warm mug in my firm grasp as my brown eyes scan over the countertop of the kitchen island. On the cool granite countertop plasters a pile of cash - cash that I spent about twenty minutes counting.

$50,000...

My gaze trails up to meet the only other irises before me in the room. My sister's hazel specks are wide with surprise as she glances below in awe. Ann then latches onto my eyes.

I bring the warm mug up to my lips, taking a smooth sip of the coffee.

"It's 50,000, Ann." I inform, reverting the mug filled with satisfaction back to the countertop's surface again. "I want you to keep half of it."

In return, an odd sound escapes Ann's lips before she sounds a faint humorless laugh. "Whoa, whoa whoa...how much?!"

I breathe out a sigh, averting my gaze down onto the money once more. I divide the cash evenly; pushing the fair half toward her standing frame. "I get 25, you get 25. Even."

"Hold on!" Ann holds up a hand, and I roll my eyes in turn. "Did the gang banger give this to you?! Wh-why so much?!"

I bite my lip, and shrug my shoulders. "I don't know."

Ann's hazel irises glint with entertainment as she watches me in disbelief, her glossed lips quirked upward. "What even are you two?" She questions, her green specks piercing into my light brown irises with curiosity.

"I-" I lick my lips, before pursing them. "I don't know. We're...together...and he just gave me half of what I delivered." I shrug once more, seemingly careless. But I do care. I bring the ceramic mug up to my lips again.

"Only half?! Hold on," My sister humorlessly chuckles again, still in shock. "This 50,000 is half of what you 'delivered'...so you're telling me that the man had $100,000 and he gave you a whole stack-" My sister shakes her head, pausing herself.

"Mhm, oh you got it bad." She nods with a smug grin. Suddenly my brows raise in turn.

"What do you mean I-"

"You got it reeaaal bad, sis. He's got it bad." Ann's glossed lips tug to beam a smile, and she briefly squeals.

"What?" I ask in utter confusion - my voice slightly cracking. Shaking my head firmly, I maintain my solemn expression. "No. I don't have it 'bad', Ann."

"Doesn't he? Oh honey, if that answer isn't right in front of you you've gotta get your eyes checked." Ann smirks, gently pulling her fair split of the cash her way, claiming it. "He's got it bad alright."

I huff out a breath as I run a hand through my brown hair. "Whatever, Ann. Just take the money, please." I say. I peer my gaze onto the large duffle bag she pulls out - the bag I had to plunge out of my closet earlier to storage the money.

My sister swipes the cash from the countertop for it to only land in the duffle bag. I shake my head, suppressing my laugh from watching her - until she speaks again.

"So, how did you guys get this kind of money anyway? What, did you have to rob a bank or something?" She questions, concentrated on the last bit of her half that she hasn't collected yet. She claims the last couple thousand, I presume, into the duffle bag.

I clear my throat, carefully brushing my fingertip around the mug's edge as I fiddle with the glass. "Who's watching Abby?" I shift the subject, and Ann instantly drops the duffle bag as her hazel irises land on me.