Becca (16)

-Chapter Sixteen-

She was there, sitting on the opposite bed from me, looking as if she was waiting for me. Her beady gray eyes followed my every move and I waited for her cocky remark, but to my surprise she didn’t open her mouth once. I gave her an annoyed look before I knelt down beside my dresser to find my pajamas.

“You’re going out with him aren’t you?” Becca asked quietly after I had reentered the room from getting my pajamas on in the bathroom. It had been uncomfortable enough with her in the same room, let alone watching me.

“What?” Her question caught me off guard; she does know Alejandro’s my cousin, doesn’t she?

“The quiet one, that one with the mohawk, Sonny I think his name is.”

“Sonny?!” I literally burst out laughing. “He’s just a friend Becca.”

“Oh, I see.”

“So,” I decided to ask the question that had been bugging me, she seemed in a calm enough mood. “How much did you miss me?”

I was wrong. Her face turned to a shade of purple as she stammered for words. “Missed you? Like heck I did!”

“Okay.” I said through a shrug, which she must’ve found even more annoying for her knuckles flexed. “What? I was only kidding.” Becca finally settled down, but I could still see the fire in her pale eyes.

“Oh. Well, I haven’t missed you at all. Lex has been babysitting me and taking me to ballet.”

“So you like Lex?” I remembered Lex, even if I had met her only once. She was nice and around my age but I had a hard time believing her… “Wait how could she take you to ballet if she doesn’t have a license?”

“She just turned sixteen and she has been training for it for months. But to answer your earlier question no I do not.”

“You don’t?” I asked incredulously.

“No. She is too nice.”

“How can anyone be too nice?”

“She does whatever I want like everyone else… except for you, of course.” Becca said it so simply I could only stare for a minute.

“So what you’re saying is that you don’t like it when people do what you tell them to?” I was trying to understand her mind, I really was but every time I thought I was beginning to she did something like this to make me go back to square one.

“I mean I like it but it doesn’t make it interesting or fun.”

“And that’s why you love me.” I mocked but she didn’t get angry like she had before. In fact, she looked as if she hadn’t heard me.

“It certainly is different without you back at home. It isn’t like it was before it is almost too quiet; ominous, if anything.”

“Aww… but you still didn’t miss me?” My full lips turned into a pout but she merely rolled her eyes.

“No because you changed things for the worse.”

“Well, that makes me feel all fuzzy inside.” I said sarcastically and then turned out the light beside me. “I know you don’t sleep but I want to sleep.”

“I want that light on.”

“Well, I want it off.”

“And I don’t care about that because I am going to read.” Becca persisted but I grimaced at her darkened outline in the darkness. I could see her small frame moving fluidly over to another light that was farthest away from me, but it was also the brightest light in the room.

I didn’t feel like getting out of my comfy bed to turn it off so I stuffed my face under my pillow and muttered curses. Amazingly enough, a few minutes later I drifted off into a deep slumber. I dreamed in bright colors rather than the dim ones I usually sleep through. I couldn’t really make out the dream; it was odd and made hardly any sense, but it was a dream nonetheless.

“Jackie.” A soprano voice kept on repeating and I groaned knowing that it was from the reality rather than my mind.

“Jackie.” It said getting louder and beginning to jostle my shoulder. I jumped up in surprise to see Becca staring at me strangely. One of her pale brows crooked. “You really need to shut up in your sleep; if you got any louder I wouldn’t be surprised if someone ran in here asking what was up.”

“I was talking in my sleep?” I was more surprised rather than anything.

“Yeah, I thought you’d never shut your mouth.”

“What was I saying?”

“Mostly gibberish,” she replied through a shrug but then went on to explain in more depth. “I made out a few words but they were too groggy to understand.”

“Oh, well I kind of was hoping to sleep the whole night but since you woke me up I guess I won’t be able to.”

Becca rolled her eyes. “Yeah, it’s my entire fault. I mean if I wouldn’t have woken you up your aunt and uncle would’ve stormed in here with a shot gun. They probably would’ve figured that your cousin’s friend was raping you.” Her voice dripped sarcasm but I gritted my teeth.

“Sonny would never have done such a thing.”

“I was only kidding. I made it up as I said it.”

“Either way I don’t want you to say such a thing about anyone of my friends or family again.”

“Protective and am I included in that family part?” She inquired with a small smirk but I could tell she was interested in my answer.

“You’re my annoying step-sister; I highly doubt I’ll care if you talk about yourself poorly.”

“And if someone else says such things about me?” She persisted and I grew silent. I didn’t want to lie, I know I would get angry, but do I want her to know that?

“Then I’ll kick their ass. I am the only one that is able to talk badly about you.”

“No you aren’t.”

“Oh yes I am.”

“Everyone talks about me like that, even my mom.”

“Liza, no…” I mocked and she rolled her eyes.

“Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping?” She changed the subject purposely and I decided to go along with it. I shrugged and stood up.

“Well, it is three I mean I always get up at three so I might as well go downstairs.” My voice was once again sarcastic and she saw right through it; probably because she was so used to it.

“Okay.” Even if she didn’t believe me one bit she played along and I figured I might as well do it. I didn’t feel like falling asleep in the same room as her once again. I exited the room and yawned as I went down the steps. I was still tired and it wasn’t very surprising since I had slept less than five hours.

Five in the morning was one thing, but three in the morning was a whole another subject. I fluffed the pillow on one of the couches in the living room and fell asleep after at least a half hour of thinking.

I wasn’t sure of the time when I began to feel someone poking me.

“Stop!” I shouted and my eyes opened wide enough to see everyone awake and in the room watching the television. I blushed but Alejandro smiled.

“You’re hogging the couch and I thought it would be more polite to wake up rather than sitting on you.”

I rolled my eyes but put my feet down and sat upright. He took his spot next to me and I realized it was the same as practically every morning. Except for the three extra guests that sat together on another couch.

This is going to be a long two weeks.