Amor Vicissitudine

I collapsed on my bed, next to Sarah and kissed her cheek. She immediately wrapped her arms around my waist and hugged me close. Her blonde hair was a mess but it still smelled like roses and her skin was covered in light purple and yellow bruises. Oops.

She nuzzled her nose into my neck as I lay there, panting softly. A good way to spend the day, sleeping with my lady friend and keeping my sister the fuck out of the house. I grabbed her tightly and kissed her cheek,

"Do you ever wonder why Sicily is so okay with having this baby?" No, Sarah. I don't. But, just because I think you're so wonderful I'll indulge your inquiry,

"Uh.. It's not really my business. But sometimes I hope she and Tony aren't gonna be like Diego. We don't need anymore half-Preciados running around San Diego." I sat back and propped myself up on my elbow, staring at her in slight annoyance,

"But, doesn't it bug you that she got pregnant before they got married?" Really? Fucking really?

"No." I answered her curtly, my annoyance showing through, "It doesn't bother me. Why, does it bother you?"

She shook her head. Oh bullshit,

"Don't lie to me Sarah." I knew she was lying. She always did when this came up,

"Okay, it bugs me! So what? Why are you gonna get so annoyed with that?" She just doesn't fucking get it,

"Because, Sarah, it's her life you shouldn't worry about her!" I backed away from her, coming nearly to the edge of the bed,

"Someone has to look out for her! You know how Tony is! Once that kid drops he's leaving! You know that!" She sat up and stared at me, scrunching her eyebrows together.

"Don't say that! You don't fucking know if he's gonna leave her!" I can't fucking believe she was thinking that, "El control de seguridad! Tu eres un pinchi puta!"

"WHAT THE FUCK JAIME?!" She shouted, pushing me back and off of the bed, "When do you get off with calling your girlfriend a fucking bitch?!"

"Uhm, I don't know? Maybe when she insults my little sister!" I pulled myself up off the floor and started arguing. We never argued like this. Not even when our families were brought up, "SARAH! You can't just fucking do that! She's all I have left!" I felt myself getting choked up as I glared at her, "And if you can't fucking respect that you can just. Fucking. LEAVE." I didn't shout the last part.

But when I said it, it came out as a snarl.

Nobody talks about my sister like that. Not even my girlfriend,

"Fine! Maybe I WILL leave! And you can fucking deal with not having me in your fucking life!" She went around the room and started to put her clothes back on,

"Fine! Just fucking go! I don't want to hear about you saying anything about my sister ever fucking again!" She slammed my bedroom door and I could hear her as she stormed out of the house.

Fuck.