I know the timeline is a little off but I get confused as to who is what
age and everything, so please bear with me.
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Sara had searched for her sister for two hours. She went to all the
casinos, all the strip clubs, all the dance clubs, and all the bars in
Vegas, and Sissy Sidle was nowhere to be found.
Where could she have gone? Sara asked herself. Her cell phone ringing finally broke her thoughts.
"Sara," she answered.
"Hello, Sara? It's Greg. Listen, I don't know if you know this but uh, your sister is here."
"Sissy is at the lab?"
"Not exactly, no. She's here. At my house."
"Oh my God, Greg I'm so sorry. Is she being a burden? How is Michelle taking it? Is she bothering Christopher?" Michelle was Greg's wife, and Chris was their son who was six years old.
"No, she's no trouble. It was just a surprise to see my ex-girlfriend on my doorstep." Sissy and Greg had dated a few years back for a few months. It was nothing terribly serious. As far as Sara knew, they stayed friends even after the breakup.
"I'm coming over there to get her. I'm so sorry."
"It's OK." Sara hung up the phone, and made a U-turn and headed to Greg and Michelle's house. When she got to the house, Michelle lead her to an upstairs bedroom where Sissy was sleeping with Chris next to her.
"I'm so sorry about everything Michelle," Sara whispered.
"No, it was fine. Chris really took a liking to her. He insisted on staying with her," Michelle whispered back.
Sara walked over to Sissy, and shook her shoulder. "Sissy, come on honey let's go home."
Sissy opened her eyes to see Sara looking at her. "Sara? What are you doing here?"
"Greg called me and told me you were here. Come on, let's go."
"No, I'm not going."
"Sissy, this is no place to argue. Let's go."
"Aunt Sara?" Chris turned around to face his aunt.
"Hi sweetie, I'm just here to pick up Sissy. Let's go," Sara ordered her sister.
"You can't tell me what to do," Sissy stated.
"I don't want Sissy to go! I want her to stay here!" Chris demanded.
"Chris, come here honey," Michelle beckoned to her son. He got off the bed and went over to his mother.
"Mommy, I want Sissy to stay. I like her. She's famous!"
"And I like Chris!" Sissy whispered to her sister, "He thinks I'm famous!"
"No, you are coming home with me. Come on."
"After the awful things you said to me? Your dreaming if you think I'll step foot in your house again!" Sara sighed.
"It's late, I don't want to argue with you. Come home with me and we'll talk about this in the morning."
"NO!" Sissy yelled.
"What's going on?" Greg asked as he walked into the room.
"Sissy, come on," Sara begged.
"Not a chance!"
Sara sighed. "OK, fine! I'll drag you home!" Sara took Sissy's arms and pulled her out of the bed, with Sissy screaming the whole time. Sara dragged her sister down the stairs, and out the front door. Sissy screamed and tried to get loose the whole way there. Finally, Sara got Sissy in the car. She locked the door, said goodbye to Michelle, Greg, and Christopher, and got in the drivers seat.
"You know this is kidnapping! You could go to jail for this!" Sissy yelled as her sister left the Sander's driveway.
"Right now, I don't care what happens. You are just being a spoiled brat!"
"Well, jeez, you didn't have to cause a scene at Greg's house. You completely embarrassed me. I can't even believe you!"
"Sissy, you have done nothing but cause trouble for me. And you've only been here for one day! I don't think it's a good idea that you stay with me."
Sissy was silent. "Oh, I get it. Your jealous."
"Jealous?!" Sara practically screamed. "Of what?"
"Of my stardom. Your mad because after high school I became a household name and you became a household maid."
"Your stardom? Need I remind you that your agent dumped you and you haven't had a job since? Hmm? I think if anyone's jealous, it's you!"
"Me? What do I have to be jealous about? You're the one with no life!" Sissy exclaimed.
"I'm the one who has the great kids and the successful relationship!"
"If you call sleeping with the same man for 17 years successful then by all means!"
Sara sighed. "What happened to us? We used to be so close."
"I became rich and famous and partied with singers and movie stars while you became poor and lonely and partied with dead people!"
"Why did I ever tell you you could live with me? All your doing is ruining my life, and stressing me out!"
"Oh yeah, like you weren't stressed out enough as it is before," Sissy mumbled.
"Look, I don't want to talk about it. By the end of this week, I want you to have moved out of my house and out of my life! We are two totally different people and there is no need for us to still be speaking." By this point, the girls had reached Sara's house. Sara parked the car when she said, "I'll call you when I'm dying." With that, Sara slammed the car door, and jogged to the front door.
Inside the car, Sissy couldn't stop the tears that were flowing from her eyes. One came after another, and another. Inside the house, Sara closed the front door, before falling to the floor, sobbing. Nick came out of the kitchen, saw his wife, and immediately went over and held her.
Sissy couldn't help but cry herself to sleep. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ I know! I'm mean! But where there's a bad fight, there's always a great make-up! Right? *PLZ REVIEW*
Where could she have gone? Sara asked herself. Her cell phone ringing finally broke her thoughts.
"Sara," she answered.
"Hello, Sara? It's Greg. Listen, I don't know if you know this but uh, your sister is here."
"Sissy is at the lab?"
"Not exactly, no. She's here. At my house."
"Oh my God, Greg I'm so sorry. Is she being a burden? How is Michelle taking it? Is she bothering Christopher?" Michelle was Greg's wife, and Chris was their son who was six years old.
"No, she's no trouble. It was just a surprise to see my ex-girlfriend on my doorstep." Sissy and Greg had dated a few years back for a few months. It was nothing terribly serious. As far as Sara knew, they stayed friends even after the breakup.
"I'm coming over there to get her. I'm so sorry."
"It's OK." Sara hung up the phone, and made a U-turn and headed to Greg and Michelle's house. When she got to the house, Michelle lead her to an upstairs bedroom where Sissy was sleeping with Chris next to her.
"I'm so sorry about everything Michelle," Sara whispered.
"No, it was fine. Chris really took a liking to her. He insisted on staying with her," Michelle whispered back.
Sara walked over to Sissy, and shook her shoulder. "Sissy, come on honey let's go home."
Sissy opened her eyes to see Sara looking at her. "Sara? What are you doing here?"
"Greg called me and told me you were here. Come on, let's go."
"No, I'm not going."
"Sissy, this is no place to argue. Let's go."
"Aunt Sara?" Chris turned around to face his aunt.
"Hi sweetie, I'm just here to pick up Sissy. Let's go," Sara ordered her sister.
"You can't tell me what to do," Sissy stated.
"I don't want Sissy to go! I want her to stay here!" Chris demanded.
"Chris, come here honey," Michelle beckoned to her son. He got off the bed and went over to his mother.
"Mommy, I want Sissy to stay. I like her. She's famous!"
"And I like Chris!" Sissy whispered to her sister, "He thinks I'm famous!"
"No, you are coming home with me. Come on."
"After the awful things you said to me? Your dreaming if you think I'll step foot in your house again!" Sara sighed.
"It's late, I don't want to argue with you. Come home with me and we'll talk about this in the morning."
"NO!" Sissy yelled.
"What's going on?" Greg asked as he walked into the room.
"Sissy, come on," Sara begged.
"Not a chance!"
Sara sighed. "OK, fine! I'll drag you home!" Sara took Sissy's arms and pulled her out of the bed, with Sissy screaming the whole time. Sara dragged her sister down the stairs, and out the front door. Sissy screamed and tried to get loose the whole way there. Finally, Sara got Sissy in the car. She locked the door, said goodbye to Michelle, Greg, and Christopher, and got in the drivers seat.
"You know this is kidnapping! You could go to jail for this!" Sissy yelled as her sister left the Sander's driveway.
"Right now, I don't care what happens. You are just being a spoiled brat!"
"Well, jeez, you didn't have to cause a scene at Greg's house. You completely embarrassed me. I can't even believe you!"
"Sissy, you have done nothing but cause trouble for me. And you've only been here for one day! I don't think it's a good idea that you stay with me."
Sissy was silent. "Oh, I get it. Your jealous."
"Jealous?!" Sara practically screamed. "Of what?"
"Of my stardom. Your mad because after high school I became a household name and you became a household maid."
"Your stardom? Need I remind you that your agent dumped you and you haven't had a job since? Hmm? I think if anyone's jealous, it's you!"
"Me? What do I have to be jealous about? You're the one with no life!" Sissy exclaimed.
"I'm the one who has the great kids and the successful relationship!"
"If you call sleeping with the same man for 17 years successful then by all means!"
Sara sighed. "What happened to us? We used to be so close."
"I became rich and famous and partied with singers and movie stars while you became poor and lonely and partied with dead people!"
"Why did I ever tell you you could live with me? All your doing is ruining my life, and stressing me out!"
"Oh yeah, like you weren't stressed out enough as it is before," Sissy mumbled.
"Look, I don't want to talk about it. By the end of this week, I want you to have moved out of my house and out of my life! We are two totally different people and there is no need for us to still be speaking." By this point, the girls had reached Sara's house. Sara parked the car when she said, "I'll call you when I'm dying." With that, Sara slammed the car door, and jogged to the front door.
Inside the car, Sissy couldn't stop the tears that were flowing from her eyes. One came after another, and another. Inside the house, Sara closed the front door, before falling to the floor, sobbing. Nick came out of the kitchen, saw his wife, and immediately went over and held her.
Sissy couldn't help but cry herself to sleep. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ I know! I'm mean! But where there's a bad fight, there's always a great make-up! Right? *PLZ REVIEW*