Wild Bastard by Ella Savitskaya (book suggestions .txt) 📕

Matthew

"Yes?" I answer my father's call as I walk down the hall.

"Matt, what have you done again? " My dad says, crashing his nervous vibrations into my eardrums.

I enter the room and close the door.

"What are you talking about? "

"Lana. I called her a couple of hours ago, she could barely talk. She was all hysterical and crying. "

" It's her own fault," I pull my T-shirt off, pulling my phone aside, and toss it on the bed. "She got mixed up with the local freak. "

"Listen to me carefully, you're going to stop controlling her immediately. Just because you get on her nerves and forbid her to talk to other people won't keep her from what happened to Evelyn. "

"What happened to Evelyn was your fault," I say angrily. "And if it wasn't for Lana, I'd have moved out a long time ago, only you wouldn't give a shit about her. You don't give a shit about her, you don't give a shit about me or Lucas. Just like you didn't give a shit about Evelyn back in the day. So don't fucking condition me on how I'm gonna behave with my sister. You come and babysit her 24 hours a day, then we'll talk! "

I reset the call and toss my phone on the bed. He's soooo thoughtful. When she needs money, she always has to give him a report on how much she spends, but he spends it on his own scum without a second thought. Asshole.

On the way to the bathroom, I hover over the picture of my mother on the nightstand by the bed. I run my knuckles over the cold glass.

"I know you're not proud of me, Ma. But that' who I am."

The morning welcomes me with the irritating glow of the rays right in my face. I cringe and roll onto my side. The thought suddenly creeps into my head: how sweet it would be to squeeze Rie in bed right now and play with her dolly body. After what she'd told me yesterday, her behavior, the knife in her purse and the wild, hunted look made a little more sense. It wasn't easy for the girl, not knowing what it was like to sleep in her own room from birth, but nevertheless she has a core in her. Steel and unyielding. I guess that's what attracts me.

Other bitches eagerly spread their legs and agree to anything just to please and enjoy rough sex, while this one seems to resist, but is easy to push if she allows herself to let go of the reins.

Just remembering last night's wine. The taste of her plump, soft lips hit my brain as I pulled her to me. Before I could even get into her underpants, the corks were already popped. It was a strange sensation, somewhat similar to the one I had felt for Mia before.

I get up and walk toward Rina's door, which is ajar. Oh, shit. Looks like the girl's awake. I pull up to the door and listen for voices.

Marina

"Lana, I can't" I shake my head in horror as I look at the pile of things on the bed that the girl brought from her own closet.

"You can take it, Reenah!" A blond girl in pink pajamas with kittens slips a silver T-shirt into my hands. "I've made up my mind. There's no way I can wear them alone. And my father will give more money later. I want to please you, and yet when he arrives, you need to carry my things. I've got a Louis Vuitton bag" She throws on the sheet a travel bag of a brand I've only ever seen in store windows, "And I need to get rid of your black one."

Her little nose wrinkles up as Lana pulls my now-worn bag out from under the bed and shakes out the rest of my unpacked things.

I even lose the power of speech. I just watch her, not believing that all these things are mine now. I touch my fingers reverently to the beige shorts. Soft as a feather, not mussed. A rapturous joy is begging to be released, oozing from the inside, forcing me to hold it back with all my might. It doesn't work like that. I'm not Cinderella, after all, to be given luxurious things just like that. They are bound to turn into a pumpkin sooner or later, causing pain. And it will be much harder to give them up later, when the body gets used to wearing quality after the consumer goods.

" Lana" I try not to look at the pretty buttons on the blouse, the lock with the pebble on the top peeking out from under the pile of clothes, "It's too much. I don't need that much. I don't even have anywhere to wear it. I wouldn't wear it to work, and I wouldn't wear it to the clinic."

"What clinic? The brown eyes gaze into my face with interest.

Shit!

"Just visiting an acquaintance. I'm not used to this kind of gift," I change the subject quickly, so as not to give her any more food for thought.

"Well, get used to it! That's out of the question" The girl gives me a peck on the cheek and almost pushes me onto the bed with her arms. "Just say you like it, and you'll wear it."

Do I like it? Damn it, I'm bursting with gratitude. It tickles my nose and sucks in my chest. I've never been taken care of like that. Even though all this rag means nothing to Lana, it's a big gesture to me.

"Thank you, Lana! Of course I'll wear it, because how can I refuse this skirt?" I make a joke of it, pulling a black skirt out of a pile of multicolored things. Not too short, because as I understand she doesn't have too short things. The family watches the younger Cahlon appearance more closely than the jailer in the cell.

"That's great" Lana leaves another peck on my other cheek, which I wipe away with the back of my hand before she leaps off the bed. Then she heads for the door, voicing a request as she goes: "Could you make me some coffee, please? It's Laura's day off, and I'm really hungry."

"Okay" I get up and catch up with my friend at the door.

Lana suddenly stumbles on her way out, and a second later I understand why. Her brother is standing on the doorstep with his arms folded across his chest. The only clothes he has on are his boxers. The girl quickly runs off to her room, leaving us alone.