'Hey, little sis.' Tracey says after i walk into the kitchen.
Well, more like limp. Damn ankle! Why did i decide to go with dad and Franklin to rescue Jimmy?!
Yeah, it's not the first time that i've gotten hurt trying to save Jimmy's stupid ass! A part of me wanted him to lose his grip on the boat and fall into the street, maybe get hit by a car.
Then i remind myself that i'm sadistic but not that sadistic.
If he had fallen, they would be scraping him off of the Miriam Turner Overpass. 'Hey. I'm not much for talking right now.' I say before sitting down in one chair and propping my ankle up on another.
'Jimmy?' Tracey says after grabbing an icepack out of the freezer and closes the door, carefully putting the icepack on my ankle. The three of us have been driving eachother crazy for years even when we lived in North Yankton.
'Yeah...am i some sort of sadist for thinking that the guys who stole dad's yacht should've roughed Jimmy up a little bit? Or is it normal to feel like that?' I say, making Tracey laugh.
It's been too long since she's laughed but she probably thinks that i'm joking.
'Oh...you weren't joking around this time.' Tracey says before sitting in an empty chair. 'No, i don't think that you're a sadist. Jimmy drives people crazy but he's harmless, Carly.' She says.
I know that she means well but she should try saying that after jumping off of the back of a yacht and busting her ankle.
Thank god that Franklin was there.
Why couldn't he have been my older brother instead of the dope smoking, stay at home world owes him a living millennial?