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Nope. No thank you.
I swear, I’d die a thousand deaths.
Also…I had a creepy stalker. In retrospect, I knew it was Ian. Creepy notes in my mailbox. Dead flowers on my doorstep. Blocked numbers and unknown calls that ended in messages of someone breathing on my voicemail. I swear he was trying to make me a wreck so I’d lose my marbles. The slimy toad turd just couldn’t let me be. If I went to the admin, there was a chance I would just get booted out. He’s a figurehead here. I was still the ‘newbie,’ who after a few years still butted heads with the board members and upper staff—what a joke they were.
My door opened in a rush, and I was ashamed to say, I jerked back in my seat. My brother stood there, a smirk on his face.
“Did I scare you, brat?”
I rolled my eyes. “Shut up.”
He hopped up on one of the tables in front of my desk. “It’s decision time. Are you in or out?”
“Not this again. I said I’d think about it. I’m only halfway there.”
“Oh, come on. We’ve not been to a fair since?—”
“Since you and the doofus squad left me in that mirrored fun house!” I huffed. That still gave me nightmares on bad nights. The image of myself and that stupid scary clown. It was a never-ending visual that spun and moved along with me.
“What was the big deal; you were fine.”
“I was—you just left me there!”
“Cal got you out. He threatened to kick our asses after.”
“He’s the only one of you guys who had half a brain cell.”
He chuckled. “Maybe, but that’s the things older brothers do to their younger sisters when they follow them to the fair. You kept bugging us.”
“It was rude, you jerk.”
“Yeah, I know. I never did it again.”
“I’d kick your butt if you tried.”
“Sorry, sis, you are not the one I’m worried about. Cal would rip my arms off.”
“He wouldn’t. Why would he care?”
Dan stared at me; the look on his face had me coming to alert.
“What? Why is that look on your face?”
“You’re being funny, right?”
“What?” I got up from my desk and went to lean against the front of it. Why was he making that face at me?
“Cal has always loved you,” he stated.
“No, if he did, he wouldn’t have left.”
“He went into the service; he didn’t just up and leave you.”
“Maybe, but he still left.”
There was way too much hurt in my voice. I loved Cal…I still loved the big jerk. It hurt so bad when he left.
His family life wasn’t always great, and he wanted to do something more in life than stay in town and have a menial job. From what Dan has told me over the years, he’s done good for himself.
