Then Came You by Cherelle Louise Page B

snarls back at her. “Make me, slut.” And then, her sister screams madly, her face going bright red as she lunges at her sister and they start a cat fight in the middle of the room, me and Dana watching them in shock.
    “What should we do?” I ask her in horror as they scream and roll over again. Dana shrugs helplessly, meaning she doesn’t have a clue either. I gulp, stepping forward hesitantly. “Guys, will you get up?” I ask them calmly. They totally ignore me, battling it out on the ground like wild animals without a care in the world. “GUYS!” I scream, making them freeze.
    Patricia yelps, jumping up like she’s only just realised what she’s done; her hair is a mess and her blazer is hanging off her body. Her heels are broken. She sobs once, bringing her hand up to cover her mouth, before teetering out the room as fast as you can in broken heels and limping up the stairs.
    Sitting up, Remy is equally upset, tears rolling down her face; her hair is wilder than usual, her face bright red and scratches covering her cheeks from Patricia’s expensive manicured nails. “Oh, my God,” she whimpers, wiping her eyes again and again to stop her tears. “I hate her so much.”
    Dana chews her lip, her eyes downcast as she walks into the kitchen to get her a glass of water. I bend down and help Remy up, sitting her on the sofa and taking her hand as I sit next to her, stroking her crazy hair back from her face. “Do you?” I ask her gently.
    She nods, sniffs, then shakes her head. “Not really, but sometimes I do; she’s such a bitch to me that I can’t help but hate her sometimes. I hate it when she comes home for visits.”
    I nod slowly, “but what about when she’s gone?”
    “Well,” she shrugs sadly, looking down at her hands as she plays with her tutu. “I guess I miss her when she’s gone. But that’s stupid, because she hates me anyway. We just can’t be in the same room together anymore.”
    Upstairs, I can hear loud banging with the occasional sob. Dana walks in awkwardly and puts a glass of water on the table before sitting on the opposite side of Remy. “You know…” she says slowly, wriggling her eyebrows at her. “You can be quite the badass when you want to be. You’ve got mad fighting skills, Remy.”
    Remy snorts, “gee thanks. I never thought I’d end up using them on my sister, though. God, I hate her so much. ”
    Somebody clears their throat behind us. I turn around – her sister is standing in the doorway, her eyes red and puffy, wearing a pair of black slacks and a plain blouse. She looks at Remy and winces. “I didn’t mean to actually hurt you, sis.” she admits sheepishly. “You know, you are such a pain in the ass that I can’t help but snap at you – but I don’t hate you all of the time.”
    “Yeah,” Remy sniffs, smiling weakly at her. “Me neither.”
    Patricia takes a deep breath before carrying on. “And I know mum and dad give you a hard time – heck, I probably don’t make it any better. But that’s only because I care about you, I guess. I want you to excel in life. I guess pressuring you and bullying you is just my shitty way of showing that I care.”
    “Yeah, that is a pretty shitty way,” Rey scoffs. “You know, Max usually hugs me when he visits and lets me invite my friends to his parties; that’s his way of showing he cares.” She says, referring to her brother in college. “Maybe you could hug me too?” She says the last part hesitantly, a scared and nervous look on her face as she meets her sisters’ eyes.
    Patricia smiles sadly, walking over and wrapping her arms around her. Remy ducks her head in her shoulder and squeezes her tightly. Over them, Dana looks and me and shrugs. Shall we go? she mouths at me. I nod, grinning as the sisters hug each other.
    Dramatically, Dana tip toes around them, making me giggle as we walk out into the hallway. She pulls a face as we walk out the door and head to her truck. “Well that was