Eva had finally had enough of what Sarah was doing, and she knew that the only way she would be able to relieve herself of some of the stress she was under was to finally go to Sarah herself. She took a deep breath before knocking on her sister's apartment door.
When she did knock, a rather scruffy looking man in only his boxers answered the door. Rubbing his eyes, he asked, "Yeah?"
Eva immediately became uncomfortable. "Um, is Sarah here?"
"Yeah."
"May I see her please?"
"Who are you?"
"Her sister."
The man's eyes roamed her body. "Damn," he said under his breath. He then smiled, "Wanna join us?"
"Excuse me?" Eva said, disgusted. She then heard Sarah's voice, "Scott, who's at the door?"
"Your sister," he said, reaching out towards Eva.
Sarah quickly made her way to the door, Scott's clothing in hand. "Scott, get out. I have to talk to her."
"Sure you don't want to, baby?" he again asked Eva.
"Out, now!" Sarah yelled, pushing him past Eva into the hallway. "I'm so sorry about him, Eva."
"Sure. Can I come in?"
"Of course," Sarah said smiling.
Eva looked around the apartment; to say it was a mess would be quite an understatement. It seemed as though everything in the apartment was encrusted in a layer of filth. "God, Sarah," Eva started, forgetting why she was there in the first place. "What's happened to you?"
"What do you mean?"
"How on earth can you live like this?"
Sarah looked around and suddenly became embarrassed. "Well, um, I wasn't exactly expecting company…"
"Your company just left."
"Who, Scott? He doesn't count, I only met him last night and…" Her voice trailed off. "Anyway, what can I do for you?"
Remembering her original reason for the "visit", Eva said, "Why did you send that story to the tabloids?"
"What are you talking about?" Sarah asked, avoiding Eva's gaze.
"I know it was you, so please just answer the question."
"Eva, I'm so sorry. I needed the money. I've done a lot of terrible thi…"
"You're what?" Eva interrupted.
"I'm sorry."
"I can't believe that you're actually apologizing. You really have some nerve."
"Eva, I…"
The words that came out of Eva's mouth were encased in ice. "No. I know exactly why you're here: you don't have anyone left."
Sarah looked down at the floor. "You're right, Eva, I don't."
"And because I've forgiven you on so many occasions, you think that I'll be sympathetic. Well, I'm sorry, Sarah, but I can't be – not this time – or ever again."
"Eva, I…"
"You tried to seduce my husband, Sarah. And don't even think of trying to deny it. I've even heard the tape."
Sarah's eyes grew wide. She didn't think Frank would actually tell her. "Oh, God," she said under her breath.
"Frank and I don't keep secrets." Eva looked at her sister, who was obviously trying to think of something to say. She felt anger well up inside her; all the hurt Sarah had caused both herself and their mother was resurfacing. Though she thought she might regret saying it, she spoke her most callous thought out loud. "You know, I think that you and John might be quite deserving of each other."
Sarah's jaw dropped at her sister's words. "I deserve a rapist?"
"Are you really any better? You threw yourself at Frank; you deliberately set out to have sex with him in his office! Honestly, why can't you just be a normal sister? Why do you set out to destroy everything I have?" Eva yelled.
Sarah yelled back at her. "Because you have always had everything, Eva! I get so sick of it!"
"What are you talking about?"
"All your life you have gotten everything you wanted. The grades, the guys, the career…"
"And I worked my ass off to get them. You never studied, you never put any effort into school at all and that's my fault? As for the men, apparently you go ahead and sleep with them anyway – or at least try to! Quit taking the easy way out of things and maybe you'd get somewhere!"
Anger flared up in Sarah's eyes. "You have the nerve to belittle me?"
"Nerve? Sarah, if you put the effort into making yourself a better life that you do whoring yourself…" Eva knew she had crossed a line, but she just couldn't feel any remorse about it.
"I wish mom could hear her perfect Eva talking like this," Sarah said, her voice oozing with sarcasm.
"Don't you dare bring mom into this. You barely have a relationship with her either."
"Again, thanks to you!"
"You've got to be kidding me! She always tried to overlook your faults until you went and slept with John."
"Please, you were always her favorite! I don't know what always made you so damn special to her – I'm not even sure how we both came from the same parents!"
"We didn't!" Eva shouted without thinking.
Sarah rolled her eyes. "Wishful thinking, sis."
Eva's voice softened. "No, really, we don't. I wasn't going to bring any of this into it, but since it's out, you may as well know." Eva took a deep breath, then continued. "Mom was married twice. Her first husband, your father, left when you were two. He took everything and he broke mom's heart. Then she met another man, my father. He adopted you and treated you like his own child." Eva knew that she had to continue to use her mother's lie about his whereabouts. "He died in a plane crash when I was three months old."
Sarah was speechless. Why hadn't their mother ever told her that? A huge part of her life was a lie and in Sarah's eyes, that too was because of Eva. She decided to take the road of denial instead. "Lying bitch!" she yelled, tears streaming from her eyes. "Mom would have told me, not you, if I had a different father!"
At that moment, Eva noticed something…a very familiar something. "Sarah? What did you do to your arm?"
"What are you talking about?"
"You're rather bruised."
Sarah quickly covered the markings. "N-nothing."
Eva quickly scanned the apartment again; she saw what she was looking for: a spoon, a lighter, a needle, and a tourniquet were lying on the floor near the coffee table. Eva's face went white. "You weren't drunk that night, were you?" she asked softly.
Sarah, tired of the arguing, replied, "No. I was high as a kite, Eva! And you know what? I promised your 'oh so perfect' husband that I'd never do it again and I was out that same night!"
"Do you even care about what happens to you anymore?"
"Honestly, no!"
"Well, that makes this a lot easier then," Eva said, starting to cry. "Sarah, I don't ever want to see you again. You've tried to ruin my life and you are ruining yours quite successfully. And unless you're going to get some help, stay away from mom, she doesn't deserve to have to deal with any of your problems." With that, Eva walked out of her sister's apartment, meaning every word she said.