Author's Note: Here is Part 3 of this. I probably opened a can of worms with the plot twist I tossed in, but oh well…
The early afternoon sun is streaming through the windows when I stumble into the den and see my sister and a blonde that my sleepy mind eventually identifies as my girlfriend. My girlfriend, who if the pajamas she is wearing can be considered an indicator, spent the night here last night unbeknownst to me. Huh…
I jump over the back of the couch and land next her. "Hey babe. I didn't know you stayed."
She glances at Missy before replying, "We were talking and it got late. It was easier."
I accept that answer. It's happened before. More often here lately, though with graduation in a couple of months Torr is probably worried about the squad for next year. The squad that *shock* *horror* my sister is probably going to be captain of. May we all quake in fear.
"Wanna do something today Torr?" It's Saturday afternoon and we usually do something. There is a battle of the bands about an hour up the highway that I'd like to take her to.
Another glance at my sister before she says anything. That's just weird. "Actually Cliff, could we talk to you about something?"
Oh no. Hell no. Not again. She swore she wouldn't do it again. But the surreptitious glances and this sudden need to talk? Maybe I'm imagining things. "Sure. Just let me get some orange juice from the kitchen."
They both nod and all of a sudden I don't want the juice. I've got that sick feeling you get when you know something isn't going to end well. Carefully schooling my features to remain nonchalant I get off the couch, kissing Torrance on the cheek as I go. I've got to get my kicks somehow and if she's going to break my heart I'm sure as hell going to make her feel bad about it. And hey, if she's not then I'm still the good boyfriend.
I pour the juice quickly and come back to find them sitting next to each other like they are trying not to touch. "So what's up?" I will not make this easier for them.
"Cliff," Torrance begins and Missy puts her hand on Torrance's thigh for support I hope. "I really like you. You gave me the confidence to be the captain I needed to be. You got me over Aaron and you made me really happy whenever we were together."
I nod. "Good to know. But there is a but in here somewhere, and I'm going to go out on a limb and say that it involves my *sister* since you said that the two of you needed to talk to me."
Torrance's face falls at my tone, and Missy looks from her to me and apparently comes to a decision as she stands.
"You're trying to force her to say it aren't you? You are deliberately hurting her. I never expected it of you."
"You never expected it of me sister dear?" I ask. I'm pissed off now. She's the one that told me to go after Torrance.
"Damn it Cliff, she didn't mean to hurt you. WE didn't mean to hurt you."
"Oh so the two of you just happened to fall into bed together," I sneer. "Or was it just like last time with Kyla where it happens once cause you're drunk and the sex is so great that you decide to keep fucking behind my back for months?"
From the look on her face I went too far. Missy is fit to kill, and Torrance doesn't look much happier.
"Shit Miss. I didn't mean to bring up Kyla. That was a low blow." It was especially since it's only been about a year since she died. Missy still blames herself cause Kyla was on the way to pick her up when she was in the car accident that killed her.
She shakes her head dismissively. "That still doesn't change the fact that you promised though Missy."
"I know it doesn't Cliff, but do you honestly think I did this just to hurt you?"
"I think what hurts the most is that I know you didn't."
I turn to leave so I don't have to watch my now ex-girlfriend gather my sister - her new girlfriend - into her arms to cry.