Part Five: Conflict Between Sisters
Chapter Thirteen: The Problem with Men
Torrence stretched her legs out, feeling the burn in them. Beside her, Robert did the stretching as well, grinning at her every time he copied one of her exercises. She gave him dirty looks, but a smile played on her face, too. She stood up straight, then spun in a circle. Robert copied her.
Tilting her head slightly, she sized him up. "What do you think you're doing?"
Robby shrugged. "Nothing."
"Liar."
He danced around her, his body like liquid as he moved. She smiled, placing her hands on her hips in mock anger. He gripped her hip, dancing still while his arm remained out. She wrapped her hands around his wrist, moving with him. She moved closer to him, sliding her hands further up his arm until it rested on his bicep.
"Robby…"
He stopped and looked at her. "What is it?"
She let go of him and took a step closer. "If I kissed you, would you kiss me back?"
"No," he stated.
Torrence looked down, nodding stiffly.
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Hailley looked down at Jerry's shoes. "Johnathon, you told me nothing could separate us. Are you going to say that that's a lie now?"
Jerry looked at her with an indifferent face. "I thought nothing could separate us." He turned, his back towards her now. "Until I saw you with Connor."
"I never did anything with Connor, Johnathon!" Tears slid down her cheeks for emphasis.
He swiftly turned, grabbing her arms with rough force. "I saw you in his arms, Corrine! How can you explain that?"
"Connor's my brother!" Soft sobs emitted from her throat.
His mouth opened and his eyes widened. She ripped her arms from his grasp, turning, running.
Hailley slipped off stage, watching the scene carry on. This was when Johnathon visits Connor, confronting him with this shocking new. In the play, Johnathon knows for a fact that Corrine's brother is dead because he was the one who killed him eleven years earlier.
"Hey," Conrad whispered in her ear.
She turned her head slightly, a small smug smile on her face. "What are you doing here?"
"Well, my mom asked me to ask you over now. She wants to get you together with Tor, El, and Blaze."
"Are, you know, you going to be there?"
"Yeah, I suppose."
Hailley stood, flipping her brown hair behind her. She stretched, hollowing her back until it was almost cat-like. She hoped Conrad was enjoying the show.
Mrs. Clifford looked up at her, smiling insanely. "What is it, Hailley?"
"Am I needed here anymore?" She asked sweetly, nudging Mrs. Clifford's mind gently.
"Of course not. Have a nice afternoon."
Conrad followed Hailley out of the theatre, watching her carefully. The instructor looked terrible, like someone high off drugs. She had looked fine before Hailley had talked to her.
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Torrence slipped on her shoes, her emotions jumbled as she got ready to leave. Jimena wanted them to come over today. Blaze popped her head into the room. She had just come over form Maria's open studio in the building and was now waiting for Torrence so that they could leave. Blaze was actually kin of excited about meeting their Magna Mater.
"Tor, what's wrong?" Blaze's strange caramel eyes flickered around the room warily. It still frightened her to be in this room.
Torrie walked over to her, pulling the scrunchy out of her hair, the curled locks falling to her shoulders. Her flowy green skirt breezed from her long, tanned legs.
"Nothing. I was just thinking, Dark One."
"Do you always give people nicknames?"
Blaze shifted her hips, and her black dress clung to her body, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her skin glistened beneath her fishnets. Torrence shrugged, her eyes lingering on a gold ring on Tor's finger, watching the purple stone brighten then darken.
"Actually," Torrie said, "yeah."
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Auriella ran her hand over the smooth skin of her naturally tanned legs. She leaned back on the couch of the Killingsworth house. She had been the first one to arrive, since Gavin had been driving her. Sighing and feeling uneasy, she stood, looking at the family pictures. She began to hum a soft tune as she examined family portraits, Conrad's school pictures, and other assortments.
A picture of a young girl caught her eye. Curious, she leaned forward, picking it up at the same time. The girl was smiling, her near black hair spread across her shoulders, her green eyes bright. A silver stud in her nose glinted in the picture. Around her neck was a moon amulet, just like the Daughters'.
Auriella studied the picture more closely. This girl was so familiar…God, she looks just like Torrie, Ella thought.
Frowning, she looked up, glancing around to make sure no one would see her. She flipped the frame over and opened it. She pulled out the picture, slipped it into her pocket, then hid the empty frame.
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Torrence stared absentmindedly out the bus window. Was she so unattractive that no guy wanted her? Did she have a bad attitude? Did she act like a slut? Was she too desperate?
She thought back to the scene with Robert.
"I'm sorry I asked," she muttered harshly. Torrence moved away from him, her face set hard in anger.
"Things are just complicated, Torrence." Robert touched her arm, but pulled back when he felt an icy layer on her skin.
"Excuse me for liking you then! What, is there something wrong with me?"
She took in deep breaths, clenching her fists, trying to calm down.
She closed her eyes and lowered her head to hide her tears.
"There's nothing wrong with you. You're perfect," Robby told her.
"Then what is it?" She asked, exasperated. She turned to face him, lifting her eyes to his to implore him further.
"It's me."
"Are you gay?"
"No."
"Do you already have a girl?"
"No."
Torrence nodded. "Then it's me," she whispered.
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No, Blaze will not have much trouble accepting the truth. And, yay for the dancing! Lol. I don't dance, but I've been very interested in it, so it made me want to make one of my characters a dancer.
