He's Not Worth It
PROLOGUE:
Demeter sighed. It had been three months since her sister had returned to the tribe, and the jealousy Demeter had felt over the last eleven months hadn't lessened any – in fact, Demeter felt sure that it had only escalated. She permanently had a dull ache in her chest, and she no longer acknowledged her own sister.
Bombalurina had, eleven months ago, left the Jellicle tribe to follow Macavity, who had been exiled. Unbeknownst to Bombalurina, her sister harboured the same feelings for the mysterious, dangerous tom.
Demeter had been jealous of Bombalurina since the day the red queen left. She knew her sister would get what she wanted – she always did, thanks to her seductiveness and attractive figure.
Eight months later, Bombalurina had staggered back into the junkyard, nursing numerous physical and emotional wounds and scars. She had claimed that it had all been the work of Macavity; that she no longer loved him, but hated him; that she did not wish to leave the safety of the Jellicle Junkyard ever again.
Demeter, however, was cynical; she could not believe that her love would ever do anything like that. She longed to have been in Bombalurina's place – with Macavity.
She let out another sigh. She still longed – no, ached – to be with him. She began to imagine what an assignation with him would be like.
Macavity would edge closer to her, purring the entire time. He would come towards her until their bodies were touching. He would tease her with his tail, then trail his paws up and down her body. He would begin to shower he with kisses – kisses full of fire and passion – until –
"Deme?"
Demeter flattened her ears against her head, displeased at being interrupted from her fantasy. "Go away, Bomba."
"Deme, we need to talk."
"We have nothing to talk about."
"Deme, please –" Bombalurina stretched her paw towards her sister, but Demeter flinched away. "I know you still love him. I know exactly how you feel, what's going on in your mind – I used to feel that way, too. But it wasn't as good as you think. It wasn't as good as I thought it would be, or even as good as I thought it was. I was fooling myself, as are you."
"Stop talk–"
"I'm not finished," Bombalurina interjected calmly. "He has changed, Deme, and not for the better. These scars I carry are real, and they were his handiwork. Believe me, Deme – he's not worth it."
"He is," Demeter said stubbornly. She stalked out of her den. Her mind was made up – she was leaving tonight.