1 The Rear-end
By the ink on her mother's will, Doris Lincoln had become an outsider in her own house and had to live with her mother's 'toyboy', Wesley Gates, under his guardianship.
What the hell was she thinking about? – Doris seethed.
She held the steering wheel and turned back to Wesley, whose expression had not changed a bit. "Did that woman die under your enormous c**k?"
It would explain why her mother had left her inheritance to a bloodless man rather than to her own daughter.
"I want you to get out of my house," Doris said.
Westley raised his eyebrow curiously, "What if I say no?" he asked.
Doris was a little stunned by his direct words.
She held his life in her hands now, but it really did seem like he didn't care if his words would piss her or not! She frowned and brought the vehicle up to 220 mph. The cars next to them disappeared behind them like flashes of light as Doris ran red lights and Stop Signs with no concern for their or anyone else's safety.
Without warning, Wesley leaned over her and put his hand on the lever, covering Doris' hand. He suddenly jerked the gear shift and turned the steering wheel hard with his free hand.
The wheels squealed as they "burnt rubber," and then there was a loud crashing sound as the Mercedes hit a Buick Regal and ran it off the curb and into the railing on the side of the road!
They were both thrown forward, and the airbags exploded to save them from near-certain death.
"Are you all right?" Wesley asked her with a grave expression on his face. And then he unfastened Doris's seat belt and said, "Get out of the car. I'll handle this."
Doris did as she was told. This is so surreal – she thought as she stumbled out of the vehicle.
Doris walked over to the Buick and knocked on the window. A few minutes passed, but no one answered. And because the glass was tinted, she couldn't look inside nor she could hear anybody, so she assumed that the vehicle was empty.
Then, just as she was turning away, the window rolled down, and Lucas - her boyfriend - was sitting in the front seat.
Lucas was not adequately dressed, his hair was messy, and there was a scratch on his neck.
It should have been happy and exciting to run into him, but all she felt was a suffocating – breathtaking – anxiety.
Doris tried to speak, but all she could do was stare. Her brain hurt suddenly, and it felt as if it was exploding.
She remembered how, on a red rose petal path and under a setting sun, Lucas had held her hands and said, "Doris, you are the apple of my eyes. I'll love you forever. I'll give you the world's most unique love."
Out of this love, Lucas had once driven a hundred miles to buy her favorite food for her. And to make her happy, he had purchased a license plate with her birth date on it. Time had passed, though, and while the license plate remained the same, the love he had felt for her had changed.
At the time of the rear-end, Lucas was making love to another woman in this damn car.
It must be an exciting experience for them – Doris thought absently.
Lucas smiled awkwardly. "Doris?" he asked lamely. "Is that you?" He stepped out of the car nervously and began to fix his clothes.
"Car s*x? You are really busy, Lucas," Doris asked sarcastically. "How exciting is that?!?!!" She was angry, but she tried not to show it because she didn't want him to know that he had that kind of power over her. She wanted him to think that their relationship meant even less to her than it had to him.
Lucas looked at the ground and shuffled his feet. "Look," he said. "I'm sorry."
Doris frowned. He was still behaving gentle and polite, but he didn't even bother to explain it to her.
Obviously, he could not deny that something had been going on. When Doris peeked her head into the car, she saw the other woman was in a state of undress. Her ample bosom had been on display, despite how she'd tried to hide them while, at the same time, attempting to cover her neatly trimmed mons pubis.
Doris couldn't see the woman's face.
She raised her hand to slap Lucas, but he grabbed her hand. "Enough," he said forcefully. "We're breaking up. You can go now. Cry on your own time if you need to!"
Doris was astonished, and her eyes glassed over with the tears she wished that she could have held back. His sudden cruelty had shocked her just like a slap would do to her.
The woman stepped out of the front seat. "Doris Lincoln?" she laughed. "What are the odds of running into you like this?" She was wearing a yellow tight strapless T-shirt. She had gotten dressed, but the shirt was too tight that her breast bulged out so much, and her apparel was nearly as vulgar as her state of undress had been.
But Doris didn't need to see the woman to recognize her. She would have recognized her half-sister's voice anywhere.
For f**k's sake! – Doris seethed – Vanessa Henry! They shared the same father, but they had different mothers.
The triumphant smile on Vanessa's face was bright and dazzling.
Vanessa spat on the ground, and then she sneered, "Do you know why Lucas broke up with you?"
Doris shook her head, "I'm not interested."
Vanessa laughed, "You're clever," she said. "And smart. You should already know the answer – and you may not believe this, but I actually sympathize with you. Your father hates you, and your mother died, leaving her entire estate to a stranger. Boohoo! Poor Doris Lincoln. You're such a joke. You think you're still a princess, but you're not. You're garbage. Human filth. And that is why Lucas didn't want to have anything to do with you. You're a loser. Look at me, though." Vanessa used her hands to hoist up her heavy breasts, and she shook them in Doris' face. "I'm a winner, and with me by his side, Lucas is going to go places!"
"Yeah…" Doris argued back. "Places… like straight to Hell! You're a slut, and he's an asshole; what a perfect match of you two!"
Vanessa's words had wounded her deeply, but Doris didn't show it.
"No matter what you say, Lucas and I have been together for a long time. It was just a matter of time before you found it out. And now that the cat's out of the bag, I'm so glad because you won't be around to haunt his life anymore!"
Doris stared at her half-sister coldly. Her father had abandoned her and her mother because of Vanessa's mother, and now her boyfriend was doing the same thing as her father had done.
At least my life's consistent – Doris thought bitterly. She looked at Lucas and asked him if it was true; that they'd been messing around behind her back for a long time. Before he could answer, though, Vanessa cut in. She said, "Why do you care? Didn't you spend last night on Westley's bed? And he's supposed to be your GUARDIAN! How messed up is that? Were you f*****g him, or were you looking for evidence to use against him?"