Powerplay

[Sasha]

"Если вы не избавиться от храпа в моем ухе я собираюсь засунуть мой стилет в горло боком!" (If you don't stop snoring in my ear I am going to shove my stiletto down your throat sideways!!!) 

We got up and off the plane. I was trying to calm my irritated nerves. My parents sent me to live in Detroit, Michigan, USA with my older brother, Pavel and his wife, Isabella.

Isabella and I have never met. You see, I wasn't at the wedding. Everyone seemed to forget I even existed during the wedding planning. My mother tried to "save my feelings" by leaving me here since I wasn't in the wedding party. Yeah. Great right? This is exactly where I want to be right now. With a brother who could give a shit less about me and his wife who doesn't know I exist. 

I'm getting a job, getting an apartment, and getting the fuck out of his house. I don't need him. He probably doesn't want me there anyway.

As I grab my bags, I see that familiar brunette with his arm around a slightly smaller, skankier brunette. Great.

He walked towards me, arms open and ready to hug. "маленькая сестра. Это так рад тебя видеть. Это было так давно." (Little sister. It's so good to see you. It's been so long.) 

I dodged his arms. "Ебать с." (Fuck off.)

•••

"This is our home. I hope you enjoy staying here." The skank plastered an obviously fake smile on her face.

I rolled my eyes. "I probably won't. Who would with a brother who doesn't give a shit about them?"

She got all defensive. "My Pavel is a good man!"

I laughed at her. "You've known him for how long? I've known him my entire life. 21 long years. Pav used to be cool, until he moved here, that is. Now he doesn't care. He left his family behind. I'm ashamed to call him my brother."

"You little ungrateful bitch!"

"Call me a bitch one more time and see what happens! I promise it won't be pretty." I took all of my self control and channelled it into making me walk away.

•••

"Sasha. This where I work. Joe Louis Arena. I play for Detroit Red Wings. These are teammates." He started naming them all. "Guys. This little sister Sasha."

Darren Helm skated up to me. "Can I take you out tonight, gorgeous?"

I looked him dead in the eye, face emotionless. "No." I then walked away.

So much for "bonding with my brother's team". They're just a bunch of pigs. Damn. I don't want to be here.

•••

After Pavel decided that bonding time was over, we went to a family dinner. Yippie! Not!

We went to a tiny little diner with average food. It didn't taste horrible, but it was like drinking grease. It's times like this when I REALLY miss the food in Russia, especially my mother's cooking.

Pavel tried to keep questioning me, but I shut down. Hey! I'm not a bitch. Who actually LIKES being interrogated? No one? Exactly.

Pavel paid for dinner and we drove home. The whole ride was quiet. I didn't mind that. It was already awkward... Why not make it worse?

As soon as we got home, I changed into my pink babydoll and fell asleep. It has been a long day. Not to mention, jet lag is a pain in the ass. 

Hopefully tomorrow will turn out better...