“Why do people keep trying to put this blanket on me?”
“Because you’re in shock”
“That doesn’t mean I need a blanket. It means I need booze”
“You can’t have booze, you idiot! That will make your condition even worser!”
“Worse? No, no, no, it will make everything sooo much better”
“Oh, boo hoo, Caroline, you are no fun!”
“Adrielle, get in your stupid head, that you was just in a fucking car accident, and got a concussion! So you can’t for the love of God drink any booze!”
“For the mother of love, don’t you ever use that word and the name of the Lord in the same sentence” a voice breaked through.
Both girls turned their heads around to see their older sister Kathryn stand in the doorway. Even though none of them have seen them in several years, Kathryn was as always classic dressed, wearing a black etui dress. Her hair was pulled tight back into a knot, and one of their mom's pearl necklaces filling out around her neck.
“Kathryn, what the hell are you doing here?” it came from Adrielle, her voice dripping with cold love for her elder sister.
“I heard about your accident. Or, I was actually called to, because apparently, I am still listed as your contact in case of emergency” Kathryn explained.
“God the fucking dammit” Adrielle cursed.
“I told you not to use the…” Kathryn started, but was interrupted by Adrielle, who abruptly stood up and looked at her sister with angry and hurtful eyes.
“You don’t to tell me any - fucking - thing, Kathryn! You freaking left us!” she yelled.
“Adrielle…” Caroline’s voice begged from behind her.
“No!” it came sharp from her, when she turned around at Caroline with a pointed finger. “You don’t get to defend her this time. She left us, Caroline! She left us right after our mother died! She left us with a drunken father! There is no fucking excuse to that betrayal!”
“But, Adrielle, she is our sister” the mouse voice of a little sister argued.
“I don’t give a shit if she was the queen of England or the President of the United States” Adrielle bellowed. “She. Left. Us.” she hissed every word with so much hatred, that you could feel the acid from her heart dripping out.
“Adrielle, if I just could get a chance to explain my reasons” Kathryn pleaded with her hand stretched out towards her younger sisters.
“Get out, Kathryn. I didn’t asked for you to be here. It was a mistake, that I didn’t changed my contact list the day, you left. You should never have been called. So get the fuck out of my home” Adrielle told with a harsh voice. She ranked her back to stand straight, and crossed her arms in the same movement.
“Get out. Now!”
“For the family sake…” it came quietly from Caroline.
“If you want to join her, be my guest, Caroline” she told her baby sister, without breaking eye contact with Kathryn.
“I… I can’t choose between my sisters” stammered Caroline.
“Just go. Both of you” Adrielle ordered.
“But you can’t be alone! You have a concussion” Caroline argued.
“I will call someone else to come and take care of me. And now, get the hell out of my house, before I call the security to escort you”
Caroline went crestfallen past Adrielle to get out of the room. She didn’t wait for Kathryn to join her. Both the elder sisters could feel the hurt in her posture, and Kathryn tried to reach a hand out towards her, but retracted it, because she wouldn’t risk losing another sister over this visit. Before Kathryn went out of the door, she looked back at Adrielle.
“I really hope you know what you are doing, Adrielle” she warned, and then left the room.
Adrielle lost all the posture as she collapsed on the couch.“I am way too sober to deal with this kinda shit” she mumbled for herself, before she reached out for the whiskey at the nearest bar chart.