>>19031282Colby's voice is raising, and Carmody, agitated, raises her voice to match.
>"You haven't done SHIT to help me EVER! Why should that change now!?""I've been trying to help you those whole time!" Colby shouts back at her. "I'm trying to help you NOW, you're just making it almost impossible for me! And what about this apartment? Everything you've been using for the past three months is mine! You're staying here on my rent, using my kitchen and bathroom, sleeping in my....." Colby pauses, and her glare takes on a nasty edge. "Has Sola Fire been staying over? Have you been sleeping with her in my bed? Did you f--"
[CRACK!!]
Carmody didn't plan her own response. But her hand was stinging, Colby's glasses were half-askew on her face, and she was clutching her reddening cheek and glaring. Colby straightens her glasses and looks at Carmody again. "Let's pretend that didn't happen. Now, TELL ME, Carmody, what on earth do you WANT from me!? REALLY!?"
Carmody's eyes are starting to sting as well as her palm. Her voice cracks.
>"The same thing you've given me so far: NOTHING. Just forget I exist. Or forget I'm your sister. I'm just another one of the wrestlers. We'll make nice when we go home on the holidays, and other than that, go enjoy that perfect life in the mansion, where you've got a luxury sportscar and a hot girlfriend, but no sister."Carmody turns her back to Colby and picks up an old framed family photo from several years ago and looks at it through blurry eyes. There's Mom, and Dad, and Bree. And a tall, awkward young lady with her hand resting on the shoulder of a beautiful girl who's quickly growing into an adult. Carmody blinks. She's not even really angry; she just wishes things were different.
