Warning: Some swearing + rather lengthy and picture-heavy.
Few days later I was at my apartment with Clint and we still had no idea what to do. We were scared as hell of meating that man that was apparently related to us. Plus, we were in the city that was still new to us and we had no jobs with the money quickly draining. We had to do something – either leave without Becca or stay and try to convince her that was she was doing wasn’t good for anyone, especially not for her. But we had no idea how to get to her, no idea where she lived and we new it wouldn’t be wise to enter the club yet again and risk the man getting us in trouble. None of us hadn’t any doubt that he wasn’t lying when he said he could cause bad stuff to happen to us.
I was laying on the sofa, daydreaming about playing basketball again as in the good old days. I could still smell the scent of the gym mixed with my sweat, even though in reality the sweater was cleen. My synesthesia started kicking in and I remembered how various colors of my team members and are opponents mixed in the violent game. Suddenly, my phone started ringing in my pocket and I almost jumped up. It was a number that I didn’t recognize but after a moment of hesitation, I pickt up.
“Ron? Oh thank god I was hoping you didn’t change your number.”
“Becca?” Clint looked at me questioneengly when he heard me saying her name. We were both full of hope. Maybe not everything was lost. “What’s… What’s up?”
“We seriously need to talk,” she said and I could feel the worry in her voice. “But there no way we can do it over the phone. Where do you live?” I was suprised but gave her the address. “Got it. I’ll be there in half an hour or so.”
Becca was always punctual and she stuck to her old habits this time as well. Still, we were surprised to see her dressed in a fancy suit with a lot of jewelry and face glowing from the lightpowder (or what ever is that things that girls put on? Lightglower? Lighter? Glowlighter? Oh well…). She looked so diferent to how we saw her in the club. If I hadn’t known better, I’d have dubbed her as a businesswoman of a kind…
“Let me in so I can explain,” she said instead of a greeting. And so we did.
“So,” Clint said when we were all seated in the living room with big windows overlooking the city. I used to think of how we could never afford to live in this apartment had it been only up to us and not to our parent’s money. “There’s a lot to explain. Where do we start?”
“You first, maybe,” Becca responded. “I don’t remembear hearing how you two have found me in such a short time.”
“Leave it to Clint to find you,” I replied. “He still hasn’t told me and I was so surprised to of seen you there.”
“Oh, it’s nothing,” Clint said awkwardly. “I described Becca to my father and I thought there was no way it could have mached some stripper in a club but…”
“…but you had to see for yourself,” Becca finished. “So, it’s practically accidental. I can’t be the only redhead in the business.”
“But Becca, how did you get into the ‘business’ in the first place?”
“You would never believe it. So, this man met me one day after school and presented the offer to me. He told me about our grandmother. She worked for him but than she escaped and got involved with our grandfather. He kicked her out of the house when he fond out she got back to the basics – meaning working as a prostitute in the clubs. Shortly after she found out she was pregnant with our mother…” Becca described the story mainly to Clint who heard it for the first time. I knew a lot of it all ready, she just filled the missing pieces with more details. Eventually, she finished and we were sitting in pregnant silence for awhile until Clint spoke up.
“And you trusted him? After all this?”
“I didn’t. And I still do not. He’s not the person you could ever trust. But he’s very influensial and I knew I could get many profits from agreing to his offer…”
“What are you thinking of Becca? You can’t be for real!”
“Well, he’s old and even though he shows his love in messed up ways, he did care for our grandmother. He sees me as his second chence and he wants to do well this time.”
“Do well?!” Clint couldn’t believe in her words. “By forcing another girl to sell her ass!”
“It’s not like that,” Becca remained peacefull this time, although it was clear she was hurt by his remark. “Strippers are not allowed to sleep with clients. We only dance and for are special guests – special meaning rich enough to afford it – we get undressed. But it is prohibited for us to sleep with clients, no matter how rich and stuning.”
“It’s still selling your body,” I noticed. “Just in a different way. Much less ‘you get what you see’ and more like ‘you can stare for a bit longer if you pay enough’.” She smiled.
“Kind of like this.”
“But I don’t understand – what’ s your goal here?” Clint asked confused.
“I was getting there when you interferd. He’s old meaning he will die eventually. And do you think that who will take over his business?”
“You’re not for real! He’s only just met you and you want to inherit his strip clubs!”
“Well, I’m being pretty realistick. If he trusts me and I can show him I’m the good daughter and the strong one that he never had, he will give me what I want. And when I get it, I can be a billionaire and fullfill my dreams!”
“No one knows what you want Becca.”
“Well,” she began. “There’s something. You remember when we were scouts? I began fascinated with fish. In the future I want to have my own big laboratory where I can study marine biology and possibely even discover new brands of fish. I want to establish something modern that will give me a chance to carry out experiments that will lead to deeper understanding, especially of the fish we still don’t know much about.”
“Wow,” was all Clint managed to say to her description. “And you want to achieve it all by buttering our great-grandfather up until he kicks the bucket and you inherit his fortune?”
“Basically yes. Don’t look at me like that! I will get my way, you’ll see.”
“I don’t have any doubt,” I said truthfuly. I knew Becca always got her way. Clint wasn’t so sure about that.
“Why don’t you just study like an average person and then begin with your plans? We allready have a lot of money.”
“Your kidding me. We may have much, but I will need our great-grandfather’s, father’s and are mother’s money to fulfill my plans.”
“How big would that aquarium be than?”
“It will be the biggest laboratory you can imagine. I’ll need all the funds I can get for it. But hey…
Ron, Clint? Don’t you have any plans for the future at all? What are you going to do?” She looked at Clint. “What about you’re studies?” He avoided her gase and she got her answer. “Oh… Again. Maybe you’re not cut for them. Didn’t consider anything? There is a variety of jobs…”
“I don’t know. I’ll never be as succesfull as Dad F or even W. You know, there’s so much pressure on me, even from the media. If I fail, they’ll blame it on the fact that I was raised by two men. Yet another argument against gays and all LGBTQ rights.”
“I guess your wright,” Becca admitted. “But you might have hidden passions you don’t yet know about. Like, I don’t know, you’ve always liked helping people. Maybe do something for the society; their are courses for life guards or firefighters…”
“Uh… thanks for the advise. That actually sounds good.”
“And… Clint? I’m sorry, you know. I overreacted there in the club. I said such mean things and you should know I didn’t mean them. I made some bad choices too, hurt you and gave you false dawns, knowing we could never be together, years after finding are mom’s diary… That was plain cruel. But I was hoping that maybe we could be… friends?” Clint got up from the sofa and lightlly took Becca’s hand.
She looked up at him as he said:
“Becca you know I’ve always wanted the best for you. And I didn’t want for it turn out that way. I’m also sorry for what I said to you. Like, hell, it’s not wrong to love your sister. What is wrong is to lust after her. I wish maybe in some different world we could… But that doesn’t matter. What matters is I’ll be their if you ever need me. As you’re friend, always.” Becca got up, kissed Clint’s cheek (during which he looked very uncomfortable), than hugged him.
He wrapped arms around her as tightly as if it’d been the last goodbye for them. Maybe in a sense, it was. Or even more than just in a sense… I couldn’t see Becca’s expression or how it probably changed during the hug, but I watched her whole body tense up.
Colors mixed in front of my eyes, hot pink and green, creating a form of muddled brown. As red (pink being close to red) and pink are opposites in the color weel Clint and Becca were never meant to be.
But then the attention was focused back on me.
“What about you, Ron?” Becca said sitting on the sofa next to me. “Something to do with sports I imagine.”
“Yeah, likely. But I don’t know what yet.”
“With your optimism and perfectionism you could well become a coach.”
“Ha! I’m way too honest to be a coach. People would hate my mean remarks.”
“Seriously though… It’s high time you thought of your future job. Your so special, you know? Not everyone has both synesthesia and dyslexia mixed. All in one person.”
“I feel like you’re treating me like the subject of your next studies.”
“Why not become a scientist yourself Ron? Have you ever thought about it? It’s not like there’s anything stopping you. You just think a bit differentely than others. Which doesn’t have to be a dissadvantage.”
“Um, I just… I just don’t know.” Than Becca looked at a watch on her wrist.
“Okay boys… One last thing. What ever you do, just don’t spread the news around the family. They don’t need to know where I am and what it is that I do. Got it?” I frowned.
“Becca we can’t lie that we haven’t fond you yet. That’s bullshit and will only make them worry more.”
“Do you think they would believe that you found me so soon? Gosh, I had difficulty believing these guys in the club were indeed you. Their is a lot happening in Bridgeport, a lot of job offers to pick from… Why don’t you stay in a little longer, then come back presumably empty-handed? I’ve already opened my mouth to respond but Clint beat me to it.
“It’s actually not such a bad idea. Starlight Shores is so boring… We could enjoy life a little.” I wasn’t so sure about it.
“But I miss home, Mom, Dad and…”
“…Shari,” Clint finished for me. “You need to grow up Ron and face the facts. She’s not interested in you any more.”
“But she is!”
“I will look to it that you find a partner who doesn’t play with your feelings. Ok bro?”
“Sure thing. No homo though!” Clint laughed at are joke.
“Of course.” Becca rolled her eyes.
“I will never understand what’s so funny about this. So ridiculous. But anyways, I can look after myself, believe me. And I may even support you financially if you encounter troubles. Just don’t rat on me.”
“You’re a coward, you know that sis. But there’s also our solidarity. You know I won’t tell.” Becca stretched her arms to hug me too.
“Once a team, always a team. But I’m older!” I smiled.
“Of course you’re better by 5 minutes, just you’re luck with the doctors.”
“God knows what the hell they were doing these 5 minutes that they didn’t get you out right away. We’ll never know. Anyways, I have to go now. So please take care and don’t wory too much about me. Bye bye.” Becca turned around and walked out the door.
I sat there for a few moments and then noticed Clint was no longer with me. Right after that I heard muffled crying coming from the bedroom.
I smiled as I thought of my dad teaching me to never cry because boys never did that. And indeed I never mourned the loss of Shari. Then I lost my sister. Today I lost her for the second time. But all this time my loss was only parshial. Because what causes you to cry has to be definite. Crying is an effect of a definate loss of hope. Something I at the time didn’t know I would ever experience.
Nor did I know it would come as soon as it did.
Note: Hello, welcome back! I really am glad to freaking finally be done with banana Ron. I replaced him with a sporty Ron, lol.
Today Louise didn’t post, so here I am with my super lengthy update. By the way, big thanks to her for the conversation poses, the two of which I used when Becca was explaining what it means to be a stripper. They are called “Table Chats” (I used them without a table, ’cause I’m a rebel) and you can find them here, as well as the old “Storypack” poses, from which I used the bed pose for Clint. They are a wonderful addition to my growing collection of poses for talking. Also, I used two of Bee’s poses from the pose set “Meeting At The Park” for when Clinton was talking to Becca and grabbed her hand. They are super romantic, by the way, though they really shouldn’t be in this particular situation. Anyway, hope you enjoyed and didn’t get too tired because of my 47 pictures. I know I did because WordPress barely let me post them, constantly popping errors at me. Ugh. Also, a few days ago I founded a simblr. It’s lame, because I don’t really know how to do tumblrs. But I followed some of you and posted my poses there. I don’t know why I even founded it, I guess I just had too long a break and was bored. I mean, I don’t even like tumblr; weird. Um, not much to say… so, wish you all a great Saturday!