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  First edition. June 30, 2020.

  Copyright © 2020 Hope Paris.

  Written by Hope Paris.

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  Melanie

  “Ouch!” I jerk away as Mom wipes wet cotton wool across my forehead. “Mom, careful!”

  Mom sighs heavily and grasps my chin, which hurts my jaw.

  “You need to hold still, Melanie, otherwise it’s going to hurt.” She dabs the cotton wool to the cut on my head again. “You should know that.”

  “Not when you’re practically tearing my skin off!”

  Mom frowns.

  “I always heard that those who are in the medical profession are the worst patients. You’re proving that point.”

  I don’t respond. I’m still too sore and too angry to explode into the fury I want. Claire pushed me. Deliberately, I’m sure. There is no way she managed to get close to me and knock me accidentally. If I hadn’t fallen onto the rickety fire escape...

  I swallow as I think about what might have happened. And how Claire simply laughed at me as I tried to get up from where I had fallen. Calling me clumsy before sauntering away to her little sunbathing pad.

  How I got down to our apartment, I have no idea. Everything hurt. I’m sure something is broken. Getting in through the window was very difficult, and it was only because I fell onto the floor with a loud bang that Mom came to see what was going on. She had looked like she was going to faint when she saw me. I can see her now holding back tears.

  Claire has hurt both of us in the past, more Mom than me. But this is the first time she’s actively attempted to kill me. And I know Claire was trying to kill me. Her remorse and knowledge of consequences is not there anymore.

  My sister is a psychopath. And I’ll be the first to admit that I am scared of her now.

  “Look, Mom,” I gently push her hand away, “this is too much for either of us to look after. I need to go to the hospital.”

  That had Mom gasping, her face going white.

  “No! We can’t go!”

  “Mom, I’m injured! I could have some broken bones.” Even as I talk, I can feel the pain in my chest. My ribs are certainly bruised, if not broken. “I need to go to a doctor.”

  But Mom is shaking her head wildly.

  “No, we can’t! We can’t go! They’ll think the worst of Claire, and she’ll be arrested and taken away...”

  It then dawns on me. Mom doesn’t want to take me because of the cost. She’s scared that Claire will be arrested for hurting me. Even after the abuse Claire has put us through, Mom still wants to protect her.

  And that just makes me even angrier.

  “Mom, come on!” I wince as I try to stand up. My ankle isn’t taking my weight well. “Claire just tried to push me off the roof. I’m lucky I landed on the fire escape and not on the tarmac several floors down.”

  “It was just an accident, Mel. Claire just bumped into you.”

  Even as she says it, Mom doesn’t sound convinced. But she is trying to convince herself. I want to scream.

  “Are you seriously trying to justify what she tried to do to me? She could’ve killed me, Mom! She’s dangerous and she needs to be taken to account over her actions!”

  “Please, Melanie, don’t talk like that.”

  Mom swallows. She looks close to crying, but I’m past caring right now. She is normally in despair over her daughter’s actions, but now Claire’s actively tried to harm my job security and attempted to kill me. And she’s trying to sweep it under the rug. I can’t believe what I’m hearing.

  “Anyway, we can’t go to the hospital.” Mom turns away and starts tidying away the wads of cotton wool she used on my head wound. “We can’t afford it.”

  “We can now.” I protest. “I’ve got a new job.”

  “What?” Mom stares at me. “You’ve only just started this last one.”

  “I’m still there. I’ve just been promoted. I’m going to be Mr Ford’s personal assistant.” I’m not going into the details with Mom. That’s all she needs to know. “It means a pay rise, and he’s already organized for us to move into a new apartment.”

  Mom is speechless. She saggs into a chair, her face still pale with a bewildered look in her eyes.

  “He’s doing all that?” She whispers. “Why?”

  “Because he looks after his employees.” I take Mom’s hand. “We’re going to be okay, Mom. We’re going to be able to sort out our debts and not have to worry about where the next paycheck is coming from.”

  “And I wonder how many cocks you had to suck off to get that.”

  I spin around. Claire comes out of her room. I didn’t know she had come back down. Mom gasps.

  “Don’t talk like that, Claire!”

  “Well, she must’ve sucked some cock.” Claire folds her arms and sneers at me. “People don’t give offers like that out of the goodness of their hearts.”

  I know she’s trying to goad me, and I’m sure my face is going to be a little red. I fix her with a glare.

  “You’d be surprised.” I growl.

  Claire rolls her eyes. Then she looks closer at my face. I know my face is swollen and I have a cut on my scalp that’s bleeding. She sniggers and gives me a smug look.

  “Oh, dear, look at that. You need to be more careful with your footing, Melanie. You can be very clumsy.”

  I step towards her, wobbling on my bad ankle.

  “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t call the cops right now.”

  “Hey!” Claire looks hurt and turns to Mom. “Mom, come on! I stumbled and bumped into Mel. It was an accident!”

  “All right, enough!” Mom holds up her hands and steps between us. “Look, Mel, it was just a misunderstanding. You’ll mend. And I don’t want anyone going up on the roof anymore.”

  “Yeah, Melanie.” Claire sneers. “You never know when you’re going to have another accident.”

  I feel cold and return her glare.

  “Are you threatening me?”

  “Why would I do that?” Claire turns away. “I’m going to listen to some music. Don’t bother me.”

  And with that, she slams the door behind her. Moments later, music blasts out so loudly that it makes my ears ring. Mom turns to me.

  “She’s just a child, Mel. She doesn’t know what she’s doing.”

>   I can’t believe what I’m hearing. Mom has excused Claire in the past, but never anything of this magnitude. Now I’m beginning to realize how Claire has the mentality she has if Mom keeps backing her up. I love Mom, but she’s too far under Claire’s thumb.

  “Trust me, Mom, she’s not a child.” I glance towards the door. “I won’t go to the cops. Not yet. But only because you don’t want me to. She touches me again, and I’ll report her so fast her head will spin. And then you’ll need to realize that she’s a danger to everyone around her. Including you.”

  Mom falters.

  “She’s not like that.” Her voice is barely audible over the noise coming from Claire’s room.

  I don’t respond, heading towards my room. If I stay arguing with Mom over this, I’m going to scream.

  Melanie

  I wobble as I step out of the car.The world is looking a little bright for me right now and hurts my head, and my ankle isn’t any better. It still hurts like hell. Mom hurries around to my side of the car as I stumble.

  “Steady, Mel.”

  “I’m fine, Mom.” But I hold onto both Mom and the car door as I straighten up, gingerly testing my ankle. It hurts, but it’s manageable. As long as we don’t have to climb too many stairs. “It’s not so bad.”

  Mom snorts.

  “I’d believe that if I didn’t see you coming back into our apartment looking like you’d been mugged.”

  “Yes,” I mutter. “Mugged by a fire escape.”

  I shoot a glare at Claire across the top of the car as she climbs out from the back. Claire blinks and gives me her most innocent look.

  “It’s not my fault you can’t keep your footing.”

  Mom huffs and holds up a hand.

  “Okay, that’s enough, you two. You’re not children anymore. Let’s just get to our new apartment and have a look before the van gets here.”

  The van. With their belongings. I was shocked when a package arrived the evening before with a key and an address. Jason had written on the note that it was ready for us to move into immediately, and that he would send a van to help us pack. I feel like I’m in a dream—I must be if I have a billionaire businessman looking after my family. This sort of thing only happens in fairy tales, not to ordinary people like us.

  But I’m beginning to realize that this is anything but ordinary. And Jason is certainly not an ordinary man. He despises the term. And I know we’d be fools if we turned him down.

  Not that we have any choice. Mom and I still haven’t found an apartment and the eviction is coming up, so this couldn’t have come at a better time. Mom had been in a state of shock when she heard the news, but now she’s smiling—more than she’s done in months. It does look a little dazed, but she’s smiling. That’s something, and I will always appreciate Jason’s help.

  We head into the building and a doorman greets us with a nod and a smile. We have never lived with a doorman before.

  Mom leads the way into the elevator and I press the button for the fifth floor. Claire leans against the wall across from me, looking around with wide eyes.

  “Shit. Even the elevator’s swanky.”

  “Claire!” Mom hisses. “Don’t be rude.”

  “Come on, Mom. It’s just the three of us in here.” Claire sniggers. “This is just the place to show off. My friends are going to be so jealous that I’m living here now.”

  I turn away and roll my eyes. The moment Claire heard she was going to be moving to the Upper East Side, she had squealed, jumping up and down like a mad thing. For most of the night, I’d heard her talking on the phone with her friends, bragging about where she’s going to live now. I understand her excitement, but she doesn’t seem to appreciate it.

  The girl is really getting on my nerves. I gingerly touch my cheek and wince. The bone seems to be throbbing. She is also dangerous for my health. If I hadn’t fallen where I did...

  Don’t. It’s best to let it go. Your word against Claire’s. Don’t try and go toe-to-toe with her.

  The elevator doors open and we step into a wide hallway with red carpeting. There’s someone standing outside the first door on the right, holding a folder and dressed in a blue-gray skirt suit with her blonde hair in a chignon at the base of her neck. She’s no older than Mom, but she looks youthful and collected compared to Mom’s haggard state.

  I glance at Mom. I hope she’ll be able to feel lighter and happier about herself once our money troubles are sorted.

  The woman smiles at Mom as we approach.

  “Ms. Page, my name is Leah. I’m to be your personal assistant.”

  Mom looks bewildered. Then she takes the outstretched hand and shakes it, still looking dazed.

  “Oh. Hello. I . . .” She glances at me. “I wasn’t expecting a personal assistant.”

  “It was Mr. Ford’s recommendation. Just to help you settle in, get things in order.” Leah pauses. “I’m also a debt specialist, and he said that you were dealing with some financial troubles. He wanted me to help you get things back in some relative order.”

  Mom is still staring at her like she had been beamed down from Mars. Then she turns to me. I hold up my hands.

  “Don’t look at me. I didn’t ask for this.”

  Jason knows how proud I am. I would never ask him for help with my finances. But, then again, this is Jason we’re talking about: he’ll do whatever he wants, regardless. And I have to admit that I’m glad he has taken this initiative.

  “Shall we go in?” Leah holds up a key. “Everything’s ready for you.”

  “Is the place furnished or unfurnished?” Mom asks.

  “Partly furnished. Mr. Ford said you would want to bring a lot of your own furniture, so we put some of what was here in storage.” Leah flashes a smile over her shoulder as she opens the door. “You can take your pick of the furniture. It came with the apartment.”

  She opens the door and leads us inside. My eyes almost pop out of my head. Wow. This place is huge. The hallway opens immediately into the living room, which is larger than the entirety of our old apartment. There is a kitchen heading off from the living room. The doors dotted around must lead to the bedrooms and bathroom. I can’t imagine what else can be in an apartment. Then again, this is a flashy place. It probably has more rooms than we know what to do with.

  “Oh, wow!” Claire hurries across the living room and stares out the huge floor-to-ceiling windows that offer a stunning view of New York’s east side. “I love the view!”

  “Mr. Ford picked it for the view,” Leah says, hovering as Mom and I venture into the living room. This feels like we’re stepping into a dreamworld. It really is incredible.

  “No fire escape?” Mom asks.

  “There is a fire escape, but you can’t access it directly from the apartment.”

  Mom breathes a sigh of relief.

  “So, no going onto the roof.”

  Which means that Claire will struggle to sneak away to smoke or do anything else stupid. Hopefully, this didn’t mean Claire will smoke in her room. I don’t want Jason to be angry because of the smell of weed and tobacco.

  “Are you okay, Melanie?”

  I turn. Leah has moved towards me, and she is staring at my face. I grimace and manage a smile and a shrug.

  “I’m okay. I had a bit of a fall yesterday.”

  “It looks like a nasty fall.” Leah frowns. “What happened?”

  “Oh, Mel’s always been so clumsy.” Claire sniggers as she turns away from the window. “She’s not good on flat ground. She’ll trip over air, given half the chance.”

  I glare at her. Then I turn to Leah and lower my voice.

  “Is there a chance we can get a tutor for Claire so she can have something to do with her time? She’s dropped out of school. Failing that, maybe a job?”

  Leah nods.

  “Mr. Ford has the second part in hand. I’ll see what I can do about the first part.”

  “Thank you.”

  If Claire is occupied with schoolw
ork or a job, or both, then maybe she will stay out of trouble. Eventually. I know it’s going to be difficult with Claire as stubborn as she is. But she needs to realize that things don’t revolve around her. She has to get back on track or she’ll be left with nothing.

  “So,” Claire turns in a slow circle as she surveys her surroundings, “this place is ours, then?”

  “Yes. It’s all paid for.”

  “Awesome!”

  Claire gets out her cell phone and starts typing away. I frown.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I’m texting my friends that we’re in. We’re going to be having a party tonight.” Claire giggles. “I can’t wait to show off—Hey!”

  Leah has swiped her phone out of her hand. She wags her finger in Claire’s face.

  “No parties here, young lady. This is meant to be a family home, not a party pad.”

  “What?” Claire looks startled. “We can have a housewarming party, can’t we?”

  Leah regards her. She doesn’t give back the cell phone when Claire reaches for it, moving it away from the girl.

  “I have heard things about you, Claire. And I know it won’t be a simple party. Mr. Ford has said that your family can have this apartment for as long as you need it, but if you abuse it in any way, you’re out.”

  “What . . . but . . .” Claire splutters. “So I can’t have my friends over?”

  “Oh, you can have friends over.” Leah points at her. “But if you push it and damage the apartment or fill this place with your friends, alcohol, and drugs, you’ll be evicted. Not everyone. Just you. And Mr. Ford isn’t going to help you out afterwards.”

  I stare at Leah. No one has ever spoken to Claire like this. Not even her teachers. They gave up a long time ago. Now Leah is standing up to her. I watch in awe as Claire pouts and folds her arms.

  “That’s not fair! Why am I being singled out? I’m just a teenager!”

  “A teenager who is now eighteen and legally an adult,” Leah reminds her. “You’ll be held to account just like your mother and sister. You’re a grown-up now.”