|| First Draft ||
Diana had a reputation, one she didn't mind owning. People called her a "slut," but that word only scratched the surface of who she was. She'd been with a lot of guys, but it wasn't about the numbers. It was about the emptiness she...
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Diana walked into her little apartment and could hear shouting coming from her brother's bedroom. She dropped her purse on the kitchen table and was surprised to see Jack playing some video game. His head had quickly turned around when she had opened the door, but the moment their eyes had met, he rapidly looked back to the screen.
Diana grabbed a beer from the fridge before sitting next to Jack. His eyes quickly flicked to her before saying the words.
"They have been fighting for about an hour. They stop every so often; then it starts again." Sophie and Tommy were very different, but they loved each other more than they could ever express. "My apartment has got termites. She came around and flipped that they couldn't hang out with one another." Diana was surprised to hear this; Sophie had been relatively level-headed compared to most people she knew.
She knew Tommy's company was expanding, which meant more senior members were being moved, leading some newbies to claim promotions. Tommy wanted to live a life where he wasn't relying on his dead parents saving and that he could spend money on Sophie and treat her like the princess she was delivered to be. He wanted to stand on his two feet, but that was hard, especially when you were broke and living in New York City.
"That is a little out of character," Diana says, taking a sip of her beer. It tasted a little warm, and she internally resented her brother for not keeping the stock cold. She looked behind her when she heard the bang, but no one had left the room, and the shouting continued. The walls were too thick to hear precisely what was said, but it was still rather loud. It was still loud enough that something was wrong, and this wasn't something minor. Diana couldn't think of a time when she had ever seen Tommy and Sophie get into a fight, so this was a strange feeling.
Diana remembers the first day she met Sophie; it was May. She got home late from cheerleading practice, and her brother's car was parked outside her house, a car which had to know been sold as the two siblings rarely ventured outside New York anymore. She was surprised to see it here; she hadn't expected to see him until August.
Diana was excited to see her brother, they had always been close, and even though he was living hours away, they still tried their best to have at least one phone call once a week. So excited by her brother, she found herself walking into the house at an alarming pace only to call out for him the moment she had opened the brown wooden front door that she could still picture so clearly in front of her.
