Warning: Foul language.
While her partner seemed visibly lost, Becca looked down on Clinton with an innocent smile, almost as if this situation wasn’t any different to the one in which you accidentally meet an acquaintence in public. But it was no ordinery situation, all the three of us were coneccted by blood.
In a blink, Clint was grabbing her waist and forcing her from the counter onto the floor. She was so surprised she didn’t even shout. And so was I.
All I could do was stare in awe as the familiar hot pink of my sister was right there for me to see. I was sweating uncomfortably and with each musical note playing in the background I saw a different color. This was what I later dubbed as a ‘major synesthesia attack’, when too many distractors attacked my senses all at once. I didn’t know it at the time.
Than I heard Clint shouting.
“I didn’t want to believe it until I saw it! Fuck Becca, why?!” I still stood there, watching the scene taking place infront of me. What I noticed was that Clinton looked more desperate and broken than angry. Thanks to Clint, Becca was now on the floor, forced to listen to all the words flowing out of his mouth. Because he had only just started and wasn’t bound to finish any time soon. She looked very unimpressd.
“You bitch! I loved you, loved you, Becca, and you let everyone fuck you in high school! Now you couldn’t have dropped any lower than that!” There are times when I blame myself for not caring about my sister enough. If only I hadn’t been so caught up in my failed relationship with Shari maybe I would of noticed what seemed two be obvious to any one but me…
Meanwhile Clint grabbed Becca’s arms and started shaking her uncontrollably, almost as if he wanted to shake bad choices of off her and at the same time he’s own desperation. All the eyes were on him and the people, even the strippers who left the poles to observe, were watching the scene as if it was a movie with only the popcorn lacking. No one interviened. I was so surprised to see my sister and I couldn’t think properly, so I just became just another person in the crowd or audience…
“Stop! Stop Clint! Stop!” Becca tried to shake his hands off of her, but she was too weak. “What I do is none of you’re business!”
“None of my business, Becca? You knew all about it! You knew and still, you played with my heart, knowing what I truly was to you! That’s disgusting, you know that? Noone sane would do what you did with your brother!” She finally felt a bit touched by his words and strugled to find an excuse.
“I wanted to see what it was like, okay? We have to break the rules from time to time and we have to feel some freedom! I escaped from the madness that’s our life and you envy me because your a loser who fails in everything!” So end of guilt, is it sis? “You were such a sorry piece of nothing that even our mother didn’t want you! I did what I did because I felt sorry for you, loser!” Becca almost spit it all onto him. Then she focused her attention on me. “If you’re here to give me life lessons Ron, then you’d better leave. I’m wiser than both of you combined and you should know that.” She some how managed to bring me back to reality. I realized where I was and what was happening.
“Maybe you were wiser but didn’t you lose all your potenssial becoming a cheap gal to hook up with? I thought you were intelligent Becca, but you’re doing it the easy way as if you didn’t have more to offer! I’m disappointed and…”
“And what Ron? What did you achieve? Nothing am I right? We had everything as the rich kids! I sniff at privileges, I wanted to have my own money and use it to pay for my studies. I was given the chance for independence and financial stabilitea and was sane enough to accept it. Neither of you would have the guts! You’re all just here directing slurs at me as if that was classy!” I remember Becca was always all about the savoir-vivre and good manners. Now, where was she? Sleeping with random people and making a piece of trash out of herself? This was the antonym of classy.
By then, both I and Clint were so done with her bullshit and we realized everyone in the club was observing. Then we heard clapping. We turned around to face the old man with a twinkle in his eyes.
“That’s not classy at all,” the man said in response to Becca’s statement. “But my actors are, right everyone?” Then everyone around visibly relaxed and started clapping as well. Becca seemed amused at his lie while Clint was disgusted. I was surprised that it actually worked. The man encouraged us too follow him and with hesitation, we did. He led us to a room which looked like some kind of an office. He encouraged us all to take a seat and than he spoke.
“Well… I wish it had been under better circumstances that I met my two great-grandsons. Life can be full of surprises, am I right?” I and Clint looked at each other in stunned silence. Becca had that same innocent smile from before on her face. Had it been a different situation, I would of said she felt secure in the presence of this man. “My question is… Have any of you ever heard of the woman named Heather? Actually, one of your family members.” It can’t be managed to escape my mouth before I could control myself. There was no way her father could still be alive!
“Oh here goes the one which knows bits. Then do you also know what happened to my darling daughter? Yes, that’s right! She was killed by your grandfather! Now, I could never get hands on that beautiful granddaughter of mine, but your pretty sister reminded me so much of my daughter it’s insane..”
“You gross old…” Clint was trying to come right at the man who introduced himself as our great-grandfather, but his attempts were futile as the security came out of no-where to stop him.
“I’d not try, young man,” the man said with a sly smile. “Wouldn’t you like to get to know me first? My name’s Harold Knight and I must be your oldest living relative. I also run this club and many others. And you?” Something about this man made me feel very uneasy. Maybe it was because of the dark brown that spilled from his every word and the tone of his voice. Maybe it was because he was using my sister… Could be because he was still alive all these years……
“What do you want? Because if it’s my sister, your not having her,” I said, acting brave, even though I was scared shitless.
“I’m afraid you can’t tell neither me not her what to do. Your sister made her choice. No one is hurting her here. Are they, Becky?” Becky, seriously? Everything about the way this man spoke was wrong. And filled with dark colors. I felt so cold listening to him and I was dressed in a hoodie in a warm room.
“He is right,” she said. “It was an offer I didn’t have to take up but I wanted to. You don’t understand how powerful he is Ron. Clint. He knows just the right people to get me in the science field even with no experience. Just if I work for him…”
“You’re just naive Becca. Don’t you see he is manipulating you?” Clint said moving uncomfortably still being held by the two men.
“I’m not manipulating anyone. I’m also not a vampire with a never-ending life span, just an old man who enjoys spending time with his little girl. My great-granddaughter.” Aweful. That was just aweful.
“If this is your definition of spending quality family time, then you’re even more messed up than I thought and…” At that moment the other two men came out of the shadows to keep an eye out on me and grabbed my arms to stop me from moving. Harold continued as if nothing had had changed.
“I’m saddened by the fact that you don’t understand. Giving strip shows does such a boost to a girl’s confidence. Your sister is a beautiful young lady…” I felt so sick I could puke right on his face. I rapidly balanced forward in an attempt to show him how he couldn’t talk about my sister… But I was held back by the security.
“Are you sleeping with her to?” Becca cavered her face and I couldn’t tell whether it was because of the situation, her two brothers were held by the security as the worst criminals or due to my words.
“Ron!” She cried in horror. Harold looked at her almost protectively. But we knew it was all acting.
“I’m not interested in incest, or hurting Becky for that matter. There are boundaries that I wouldn’t cross. I could never hurt…” Blah, blah, blah. Clint interupted him.
“I don’t believe in any word that you say,” he said. Harold narrowed his eyes at him.
“Becky is right. You don’t know how much I know about you both. And you’ll get your self’s into serious trouble if you don’t collaborate with me.”
“We could never collaborate with you,” I said and Clint confirmed my words.
“Then get them the hell out of here,” he ordered and the security did just that.
Becca didn’t even try to stop them and as I sat there outside in the chilly air which smelled of Bridgeport fumes I thought I might lose my sister for ever.
Still, the brown I associated with the mysterious man Harold Knight and the invisible cold metal that I felt was touching my skin the whole time is something I knew I wouldn’t be able to forget for many years to come…
Note: Well, hello, hello!
As the title says it, we went two generations back in time and met a very important character, who, while mentioned in Heather’s story and her words to Sam just before death: “Everyone has the chance to redeem oneself unless they’re my father.”, had never been shown. That is, until now. Well, what can I do? As always, my mind likes to come up with weird ideas to connect plot lines together and this is one of them. This is why I needed a boy and a girl in the 6th gen. It was all planned way beforehand. And I’m so dang proud of it. Maybe not of the freaking crazy and messy plot, but the amount of work I did for the pictures and all the poses. It’s just awesome seeing it all in effect eventually. And awesome to be finally over with WP and my game refusing to collaborate with me; it’s on half past midnight after all. Thanks, you really make it easier, TS3 and WP! Anyway, next chapter Becca’s story will be told by Becca herself. Try not to draw conclusions too early. That’s all, hope you enjoyed it and have a nice day!