already wanting to be back by her side.
I hope she’s not regretting what we just did; if she is, that might just damn near kill me. I can’t imagine that being the case, though. She was enjoying the hell out of herself. That much was very clear.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry, I just…” She trails off, and I already know what’s wrong before she continues. “It has nothing to do with you, don’t worry.”
I rush back in and wrap her up in my arms. “I know, babe. It’s just a weird situation, that’s all.” I can feel her nodding against my chest as I murmur into her ear. “Would you feel a little better if we did a bit of snooping?”
She pulls back to look at me. “Would that make me the worst sister in the entire world? I’m only worried because the strip club boss made it seem like she was in a lot of trouble.”
Funnily enough, the mention of that sleazy bastard makes me feel absolutely nothing now. I was completely stupid to be jealous before. An utter idiot. I hope this isn’t just a post coital bliss. I hope I never feel anything about that slimy looking fucker again.
“No, you know what…we absolutely should do some snooping. What if Lucas is a bad guy? What if Hunter is still a problem? If Bridgette is trying to keep you out of the picture... Even if it’s for your own safety, this might be the only chance you have to get some real answers.”
Cherie nods. She already knew that she was going to snoop; she just wanted my blessing so she knew it was actually all right. I knew that, and that’s why I gave it to her.
Right now, I’d probably give this girl just about anything.
“I’ll look in the bedroom. You take down here,” she says.
She’s saying this because she thinks anything bad will be hidden in her sister’s room. A clever response, since a lot of people hide their secrets under their beds or in the darkest corners of their closets. She wants to be the one to find out the truth.
I nod, happy to allow her to do things her way. After all, this is her mission and her family. I’m just an assistant, here to help her along the way.
A steely, determined expression sets on Cherie’s face as she makes her way up the stairs. I respect the forcefulness in each step she takes. This is clearly very difficult for her, but she’s doing it anyway. She’s extremely afraid and unequipped for this, but she intends to be the hero. She’ll do anything for her sister, and that’s pretty fucking admirable.
Even though I have no idea what I’m looking for, I know that I’ll be able to spot something suspicious. I have enough experience for that. I start to hunt around the apartment. I start with the front room, looking for the drawer or cupboard where they keep their paperwork. Every home has one, and that’s as good a place to look as any. I uncover nothing, so I head to the kitchen instead.
I examine the food in the cupboards, not even able to remember the last time I ate something substantial. I spot a small corner of a photograph, stuffed under all sorts of kitchen utensils and appliances.
I pull it out. This has either been hidden here or left here by accident, and either way I want to get a look. Something about it just feels important.
The first thing I spot in the picture is a slightly younger-looking Cherie. This must have been taken a year or so ago. She’s standing awkwardly next to a preppy, bored-looking boy. Her boyfriend, I figure. Instead of feeling even a tinge of jealousy, I stare at him with a bemused smile. He’s clearly a boy, whereas I am most definitely a man. The kid has nothing on me.
Then I see a girl who has a similar look to Cherie, except she’s taller and rounder-faced. Her blonde hair is much mousier looking. This must be Bridgette, the mysteriously missing stripper girl. I drift my eyes over to see another guy with his arm slung casually over her shoulder. Her boyfriend, I assume.
As soon as I take in his face, my entire world crumbles
I hope she’s not regretting what we just did; if she is, that might just damn near kill me. I can’t imagine that being the case, though. She was enjoying the hell out of herself. That much was very clear.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry, I just…” She trails off, and I already know what’s wrong before she continues. “It has nothing to do with you, don’t worry.”
I rush back in and wrap her up in my arms. “I know, babe. It’s just a weird situation, that’s all.” I can feel her nodding against my chest as I murmur into her ear. “Would you feel a little better if we did a bit of snooping?”
She pulls back to look at me. “Would that make me the worst sister in the entire world? I’m only worried because the strip club boss made it seem like she was in a lot of trouble.”
Funnily enough, the mention of that sleazy bastard makes me feel absolutely nothing now. I was completely stupid to be jealous before. An utter idiot. I hope this isn’t just a post coital bliss. I hope I never feel anything about that slimy looking fucker again.
“No, you know what…we absolutely should do some snooping. What if Lucas is a bad guy? What if Hunter is still a problem? If Bridgette is trying to keep you out of the picture... Even if it’s for your own safety, this might be the only chance you have to get some real answers.”
Cherie nods. She already knew that she was going to snoop; she just wanted my blessing so she knew it was actually all right. I knew that, and that’s why I gave it to her.
Right now, I’d probably give this girl just about anything.
“I’ll look in the bedroom. You take down here,” she says.
She’s saying this because she thinks anything bad will be hidden in her sister’s room. A clever response, since a lot of people hide their secrets under their beds or in the darkest corners of their closets. She wants to be the one to find out the truth.
I nod, happy to allow her to do things her way. After all, this is her mission and her family. I’m just an assistant, here to help her along the way.
A steely, determined expression sets on Cherie’s face as she makes her way up the stairs. I respect the forcefulness in each step she takes. This is clearly very difficult for her, but she’s doing it anyway. She’s extremely afraid and unequipped for this, but she intends to be the hero. She’ll do anything for her sister, and that’s pretty fucking admirable.
Even though I have no idea what I’m looking for, I know that I’ll be able to spot something suspicious. I have enough experience for that. I start to hunt around the apartment. I start with the front room, looking for the drawer or cupboard where they keep their paperwork. Every home has one, and that’s as good a place to look as any. I uncover nothing, so I head to the kitchen instead.
I examine the food in the cupboards, not even able to remember the last time I ate something substantial. I spot a small corner of a photograph, stuffed under all sorts of kitchen utensils and appliances.
I pull it out. This has either been hidden here or left here by accident, and either way I want to get a look. Something about it just feels important.
The first thing I spot in the picture is a slightly younger-looking Cherie. This must have been taken a year or so ago. She’s standing awkwardly next to a preppy, bored-looking boy. Her boyfriend, I figure. Instead of feeling even a tinge of jealousy, I stare at him with a bemused smile. He’s clearly a boy, whereas I am most definitely a man. The kid has nothing on me.
Then I see a girl who has a similar look to Cherie, except she’s taller and rounder-faced. Her blonde hair is much mousier looking. This must be Bridgette, the mysteriously missing stripper girl. I drift my eyes over to see another guy with his arm slung casually over her shoulder. Her boyfriend, I assume.
As soon as I take in his face, my entire world crumbles
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