Lucky Girl (New Adult Rock Star Romance) by Rollins Emme

Author:Rollins, Emme [Rollins, Emme]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Fido Publishing
Published: 2013-10-23T21:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TEN

If I had to spend one more minute with Dale’s sister, one of us was going to die.

It wasn’t just that Chrissy used my moisturizer in the bathroom without asking and left the lid off so it got hard. It wasn’t just that she left her clothes and shoes at the bottom of the stairs so I tripped over them every single time I went upstairs. It wasn’t just her fashion magazines all over the living room couch—I couldn’t count how many times I’d sat down on a Cosmo—and she painted her nails in there too, leaving her nail polish and red brush marks on the coffee table.

All of those things made living with her annoying but not impossible. Even her incessant whining was tolerable if I tuned her out. It was the way she treated her father and brother that infuriated me to the point of no return. She hadn’t said more than two words to me since she’d arrived two weeks ago—and I thought those had been, “Hi, Sara.” She pretended I didn’t exist, unless she was using me to make a point.

“You told Sara she could eat in the living room! Why can’t I?” She’d complained to John.

“Because Sara doesn’t wipe her fingers on my couch or leave her ice cream sandwich wrappers in the cushions like a two-year-old.”

Yeah, that didn’t go over so well. John came home from his long teaching day on Tuesday—that was the night I cooked dinner and I was busy in the kitchen with no clue to what she was doing in the other room—to find that she’d purposely opened every single ice cream sandwich in the box and left them to melt on the living room couch.

And when John called her downstairs from her room, she utterly denied it. I couldn’t believe it. It was truly like we were living with a two-year-old, not a girl about to enter college. John demanded she clean it up and she called him names I didn’t even know existed. Then she grabbed her purse and left the house.

“She’s just testing me.” John sighed and sank into a kitchen chair.

That’s what he said when he had his new girlfriend, Debra, over to dinner one night and Chrissy threw the entire bowl of mashed potatoes on the floor because John left lumps in them. I’d cleaned up the mashed potatoes—just like I cleaned up the sofa. Thankfully the kitchen floor was tile and the sofa was leather. But at the end of a very long two weeks I’d spent going out of my way to try to make her feel more at home (which is what John said she needed) and mediating fights between brother and sister (Dale ignored her until she got right in his face) I was getting very tired of cleaning up Chrissy’s messes.

And still, I might have continued to tolerate it if they were just toddler outbursts, adult temper tantrums. But Chrissy had an axe to grind and she was shining up the blade, waiting for just the right moment to use it.

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