• snake sister •
There's a million questions I want to ask this woman.
How did she find my address? Why the f**k is she drinking my coffee? Who let her in? And why is her ridiculous lipstick screaming so loudly. But the first thing I ask is,
"What the f**k are you doing here?"
She snickers.
"That's no way to invite a guest to your house, Isaac. No wonder Mom never liked you..."
As kids, she used to call me Isaac to get on my nerves. I remember getting so mad. Until I realised the only way to win in the situation is to ignore it.
"Security!" I bark.
"Chill." She forces a smile. "I'm just here to talk. Not to steal. Jeez!"
"Talk about what?"
"My brother."
"What about him?"
"Let's just sit and talk."
"You don't need a couch to keep your mouth running. You can do it perfectly jus
