Fan Fiction ❯ Dear Sister ❯ Chapter 1/1 ( One-Shot )

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Moving, without a doubt, was the absolute stupidest, most retarded thing ever. When you moved, you left everything behind. Friends, memories, and in the case of my "dear" sister, your sanity. And you want to know the worst part? Somehow, I very much doubt this is as bad as it is going to get.

As I sit in this old rusty bucket of crap we call a car, listening to my sister rant and rave about her stupid job, and wishing the AC was working, I can only wonder how much longer it will take before this car implodes. I doubt it will be much longer.

You see, Rhea, that is, my sister, just had such a very nice job offer. She was asked to move to Philadelphia, Pa, to help with a fellow branch of the lawyer's office she worked at. Or, to translate, she was ordered to go and work in the fellow branch since her win/lose record was so good, and threatened numerous times, that if she didn't’, she would be fired.

And so, we're on out way to the city, traveling across three states, to a house on the outskirts of the city. It's nice, big, and it's close to the office. The house isn’t the problem, it’s the moving that we hate.

Curious why a 23 year old man is going with a 20 year old girl who isn't his girl? Well, I'll honest -Quote me, and I'll deny it-, my little sis is turning 21 in a month. I am not letting her go drink happy and making herself a toy for those creeps. And if they try anything, I'll run them over with my future mustang.

Mustang.. Damn I want one. My crappy graduation gift of a car is worth shit. Literally. I tried to sell it for money to try and get my mustang a few weeks ago. They just laughed at me.. Hell, first thing I'm doing up here is going to the mustang dealer ship.

Either way, we just turned down the road to the house. And damn, things really do look different at night. It's not really as clean as I thought it was, that's for sure. But it will do.




We're out of the car now. Everything's moved in, and we've set a lot up in the past week. Rhea's at work, and I've found a job at the car dealership. Mechanic, of course.

I've finally got sometime to explore now. Maybe this neighborhood is better than it first looked. Outside, I can only stare. Stare at the park down the way, where people are playing ball. Stare at the two women on the corner, with pieces hanging out.

..Disgusting.

Even as I walk, I'm planning on doing whatever possible to keep Rhea inside. When I get my baby mustang, I'll be sure to drive her everywhere. So she doesn't see..

Are those two doing what I think they are..? Ewww..

I'm going to keep walking and hope that image gets out of my mind. Yuck.

..How nice. Who would have thought there was a nice street around here? I'm standing in front of a large beautiful home. Is this the rich part of town? Probably. Wonder if there's a house for sale.. Yeah, there is. Nice.

I'll check it out, after I go and look at my baby.

I'm at the dealership. There's my baby, the one I only need another hundred to buy. Maybe next paycheck, even. Or, at least, I hope.
I'm looking at the price for the house now. It's the same as my baby..

Damn it. But we have a house already,


(can it be called a house?)


it can wait.

I walked inside later, after Rhea was already home.

She greeted my at the door with a goofy grin.

"I have cross bred an animal, and a vegetable! I call it....Turkeysquash!"

..I think she's lost it. I ask her, and she pulls me out to the small concrete patch we call a yard. A wild turkey runs wildly, covered in squash, arms and legs sticking out of squash husks.

..When I said she had lost her sanity in the car, I was joking. When I say it now, I'm not. She just frowns, as though waiting for me to laugh. I raise an eyebrow, and shrug.

The next night, she goes to get something to eat. I promise to stay home and relax. I agree. I've worked a lot today, after all. I need the rest, so I can go again tomorrow.

Hours later, I'm dozing, when I get a phone call. It's the police.. Rhea was mugged. I'm at the station in minutes, holding her while she sobs and whispers my name. Anger, I have felt before. But never this bad.
We've got to get out of here.


I take her home, and she goes to bed. While I'm watching TV and plotting, a car commercial comes on. A mustang reminds me about the money situation. We can’t live her anymore.

The next day, I'm at the sales place, buying that house. I'll be waiting a while, but in a few weeks, it will be ours. We will live surrounded by kind people, by the elderly. It's on JFK Boulevard, close by both my dealership and Rhea's Office.

It's nice.


And you can walk outside barefoot, without stepping on glass or wasps. You can go outside in the day without getting a sunburn. You Don’t have to worry about muggers, but you don't have to worry about animals, either. The house is large, and it's very nice. Not at all like where we are now. Better even than before, at home.

When I come home, I'll tell Rhea. And I can see her now, smiling, and maybe hugging me. There will be a bit of thanks. But back home, she would have jumped up and screamed in joy, would have hugged me so tight I would have fallen over.
Things weren't like they used to be.