Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 80391 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80391 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
“Well, I’m sure there’ll be more by the time the night’s over. Your sister’s still on the phone in the den. How much longer do you think she’ll be?” Baylee asked as she leaned her hips against the counter.
“Done,” Viddy declared as she walked into the room, her large white cane in her hand leading the way.
“Are you ready, Viddy?” I asked her.
“Yeah,” Viddy sighed. “He’s driving me nuts.”
Viddy was currently in a relationship with a man doctor. He saw the students at the same school Viddy worked at. He’s also an asshole.
I hadn’t liked him from the moment I’d met him four months ago.
Mostly because he didn’t treat Viddy well, and always liked to add emphasis to the fact that Viddy couldn’t see.
When we’d gone out to eat the first time, Paul had requested a table, because he wasn’t sure Viddy could get into the booth without seeing. Then he told the waitress to bring out water for Viddy, because she was blind, and probably should stick with water, just in case. Then he’d gone about ordering for her because she couldn’t see the menu, even though Viddy had been to that restaurant so many times that she knew what was on the menu without being asked.
He’d ended the night by requesting Viddy not wear flip-flops ever again. He didn’t want her to fall and break her neck.
I was so used to Viddy’s independence, that to see her treated like she was severely handicapped, really rankled my nerves.
Viddy was anything but handicapped. Sure, she couldn’t drive a car, but she could get to the bus stop. She could go to the mall if she wanted.
She could make herself dinner.
Viddy’s senses were even more heightened due to her lack of vision that she soared over the charts compared to everyone else when it came to hearing, smelling, and perception.
“Your boyfriend?” Baylee asked taking a hold of my sister’s hand and guiding her out the door.
“There’re five steps here, about six inches tall,” Baylee instructed as she walked over to the porch steps.
“Thank you, and yes. My boyfriend. He didn’t want me coming tonight, and he’s upset.” Viddy said going down the stairs effortlessly.
I hung back, grabbed the forgotten bottle on the counter, and thought about how to break it to my sister that I hated her boyfriend.
Actually, hate was too nice of a word. Detested. Disgusted. Those were better.
I’d have to break it to her gently, otherwise it would cause a rift between us, and I hated fighting with my sister.
I wouldn’t know what to do without her.
Thus, I kept my trap shut. Even when she said stupid stuff like what came out of her mouth next.
“He’s coming to pick me up. Maybe he can tag along next time if it’s not too much trouble.”
I closed my eyes, willing my opinions to stay in my mouth.
Except it didn’t work.
I’d tried. I really did.
It was like a countdown in my head.
Five. Four. Three. Two. One.
Blast off.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! We helped you fucking move today. Where was his lazy ass?” I erupted.
“He had a meeting at two. He was...” She started.
“Two?” I laughed humorlessly. “We moved your shit at five! It doesn’t take that long to meet with anyone. He just didn’t want to help you move. He wanted you to move in with him. To punish you, he made up some fictional fucking meeting so he didn’t have to help you. Then, to add the icing to the cake, he refuses to let you hang out with your own sister. What’s one freakin’ night? I haven’t had a night out alone with you in over two months. Doesn’t that bother you even a little bit?”
The whole time I was ranting, I was following Viddy as she walked out the door and waited for the douche to pick her up in his Lexus Convertible.
He didn’t disappoint, either. He drove up in a cloud of dust and gravel, coming to a stop so far away that Viddy had to walk nearly the entire span of the driveway.
A driveway she’d never been to before, and couldn’t see.
But did The Douche get out?
Hell no.
He sat his ass in the car, and then honked when Viddy kept glancing back in hesitation.
Then she tripped and fell.
Well, she would have fallen.
Trance saved her like a knight on a shining Harley.
His hands went down and scooped her up before she could even hit her knees.
His strong arms went around her waist, and he cradled my sister to his chest as if she was the finest piece of spun glass that would break if he held her too hard.
Speaking of strong arms, my own pair of strong arms wrapped around my neck and pulled me against a strong, firm chest.
“Your sister’s man is a major douche.” Kettle observed lightly, watching as the douche in question got out of his car and stormed over to Trance, who still held Viddy against his chest.
Trance bent down until his face was pressed against the side of her ear, and he said something very softly before he released Viddy and took a step back just as Paul reached them and yanked her forward.
I hadn’t been aware that I was moving until I stood in front of Paul and pushed him. “Don’t yank my sister around. You damn well know her balance is shit. Treat her like she should be treated or I’ll...”
Kettle’s hand went over my mouth as his other arm snaked around my middle as he physically restrained me from advancing on the stupid man.
Paul’s face was a twisted mask of disgust as he stared at me, Kettle and Trance. My hate-filled eyes were annoyed as he hustled Viddy over to the car, not even bothering to open the door for her.
Once Paul sped out of the driveway, I whirled out of Kettle’s arms and pointed an accusing finger at Trance. “You!”
Trance’s eyes rose. “Me what?”
“Get her away from him. You’ve been charged with your duties. Now make it happen.”