Sister Sister: A gripping psychological thriller by Fortin Sue

Author:Fortin, Sue [Fortin, Sue]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780008238087
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Published: 2017-01-06T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

S omething inside my head snaps me back into reality. What the hell am I doing? I wriggle out of Tom’s embrace. Thank God it hasn’t gone any further than a kiss, not that a kiss is okay, but Jesus, what if I’d ended up having sex with him?

‘Sorry, Tom,’ I say, smoothing my hair back, which has somehow come out of the ponytail. ‘I can’t. It’s not right.’

Tom leans in again and tries to kiss me. I pull even further back. ‘No. Seriously, Tom, I mean it.’ God, my head feels fuzzy. My limbs and arms are finding it difficult to respond, they’re sluggish and tired.

Tom looks at me. ‘You sure?’

I nod. ‘I’m sure.’

For the briefest of moments, I think I catch a glimpse of anger cross Tom’s face, but it’s gone in a flash and he offers what I can only describe as a sad smile. ‘That’s a shame,’ he says.

I feel uncomfortable at the closeness of us. I’m now perched on the edge of the sofa and, any closer, Tom would be sitting on my knee. ‘Luke’s a lucky man,’ says Tom. ‘He gets to eat his cake and keep it.’

I’m finding it hard to think straight and I massage my temples with my fingertips in a bid to clear my mind. ‘Two wrongs don’t make a right,’ I say. Now that my initial anger with Alice and Tom has subsided, my logical professional brain is kicking in. Well, as much as it can do through this thick fog that is drifting around in my head. I have no proof that Luke has slept with Alice. Earlier I was angry, hurt and jealous. It’s amazing how strong those emotions are when they all collide together in one big mess. They’re like a jumble of cooked spaghetti; all mixed up, twirling and swirling in a tangle. I much prefer the thought process that goes with uncooked pasta: straight lines, organised and easy to follow.

‘I’m not asking you to pack your bags, leave Luke and move in here,’ says Tom. ‘I’m just offering a safe place of refuge for as long as you like.’ He reaches over and picks up my glass of brandy. ‘Here, finish your drink and then see how you feel.’

‘No, not for me. Sorry. I shouldn’t have any more to drink. God knows what’s in that stuff, but it’s bloody strong. I feel so tired.’ My eyes are heavy and I’m sure I could go to sleep right there and then.

‘Just sit back for a moment,’ says Tom. ‘I’ll make you a coffee.’

‘Thanks, that sounds like a good idea.’

Tom picks up a cushion and as I twist around in the sofa, he places it behind my head. I rest back against it and close my eyes. I feel Tom’s hand stroke my forehead. ‘No hard feelings?’ he says.

‘No hard feelings,’ I confirm. My words sound as tired as I feel.

The next thing I’m aware of is the blanket pulled up to my chin and draped over the front of me, tucked in at the shoulders.

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