Lisa's News in The Wrong Sister

  • Dec. 26, 2021, 12:18 a.m.
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That afternoon, as faithfully as ever, Lisa paid me a visit.

I was leaning against the brick courtyard while gazing up at the momentarily sunny sky and wondering what kind of future was in store for me.

“How is my sweet little cherry pie today?” Lisa asked cheerily, planting a kiss on my lips.

I tried not to move as she stood close to me with one of her forearms resting against the rough brick. She didn’t tower over me, but she was still noticeably taller.

And sexy as hell, just like always.

“I’m homesick. I miss you. I miss my hamster. I miss Stacey. I miss Henry. I miss not being in a hospital room and not eating hospital food,” I said, wiping away the tear that was anything but an act. I just didn’t miss her, of course.

“Aw, I know,” Lisa cooed, and I realized how sincere she may seem to the casual observer.

“I just want to come home, Lisa. I don’t see why I have to stay here any longer. It’s been over a week already.”

“Well, I’ve got great news for you, sweet pea.”

I looked at her expectantly.

“Hasn’t the doctor been around to speak to you yet?”

“No. Why?”

“Because you’re going to be discharged in a couple of days.”

My heart skipped a beat.

Not before I could escape!

Lisa looked at me curiously. “This is the part where you’re supposed to jump up and down and get all excited.”

“Oh, oh, I-I am. I am! I’m just surprised. Not sure why the doctor didn’t tell me first.”

“You were probably downstairs having lunch, but it doesn’t matter which one of us learned first. You’re out of here in two days.”

“Wow, I’m just amazed. I mean, of course I’m thrilled. You made my day. I’m just a little surprised the doctor told you first.”

“Uhhh, well maybe because I’m your husband and that might have something to do with it,” Lisa said with a smile.

I faked a laugh, but even I knew my acting was pathetic and that I had to hurry up and say something a lot more convincing and appear much more enthusiastic. “This is great! This is just great. Can we order my favorite pizza when we get home?”

“We sure can. We can do anything you want to do, but there are some conditions you’re going to have to abide by.”

“Sure, no problem. What do I need to do?”

“You need to start taking some responsibility here and stop putting all of the blame on others.”

What the fuck was she talking about?

“I don’t get it. What are you saying?”

“Oh, well let me refresh your memory. You hit me. You threw the first punch. Remember that, Shay? You’re the one that made the first move, no doubt figuring I would just take it because I’m bigger and stronger. I hit back to teach you a lesson. That lesson being that just because you couldn’t hurt me didn’t mean it was ok for you to throw punches at me every time you blew your top over some stupid shit or couldn’t get your way about whatever.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing… even though I could. I stared at her, awed and frightened by the sudden change in mood.

“You never would have been here had you not raised a hand to me. I know that most people would be quick to say that two wrongs don’t make a right and that someone my size shouldn’t be picking on you, but if I’m ever hit, kicked or punched again, I will return it tenfold. I won’t care what society thinks and I won’t even care about the law. Remember, I am the law, little lady. It’s ok to get mad, but never raise a hand to me. Ever. If you can do this simple thing then there’s no reason things can’t go back to the way they were before, and I think we both agree that we were very happy and that things were wonderful then.”

She was out of her mind if she thought things could ever be like they were before.

“But I didn’t hit you, Lisa,” I said softly, not wanting to ruffle her feathers, but not wanting to be blamed unfairly either.

“Oh, you didn’t?” She challenged.

“Lisa,” I said, gently running my hands along her arm, “you wouldn’t let me out that night, remember? It was when I tried to push past you that you went off on me. I didn’t actually attack you.”

She gazed down at me, eyes cutting through me like lasers. In a perfect world, she would get pissed off enough to give up on me and completely abandoned me. But there was no such thing as a perfect world, was there?

“Why don’t we just agree to disagree on that and move on?” she finally said.

“Ok, and I promise never to raise a hand to you under any circumstances. Swear you’ll never hurt me either?”

“I swear.”

“It’s just that you get so mad at times lately.”

“I said I swear.”

“Communication is important.”

She said nothing as she gazed around at the other patients and their visitors.

“I want you to promise not to be so controlling. I understand you were just looking out for me that night, but I have to make mistakes just like anybody else, and well, if I make a mistake then I guess it was just my mistake to make, right?”

“Yeah. I get your point, but what if I wanted to jump off a bridge or something like that or do something else that could hurt me? Would you just stand by and say, ok it’s your choice to do what you want?”

Actually, I would. Gladly.

I gave a laugh. “No, I don’t suppose I would. So what time will you be picking me up in a couple of days?”

“I don’t know. Why?”

“So I can have fun counting down the minutes.”

“I can’t give you an exact time, babe. You know my schedule is unpredictable.”

“Yeah, I do. I can’t wait to get back to teaching. I hope my students haven’t been worried about me.”

“No. I let the parents know you needed a little break but would be back soon.”

“Oh, good.”

“There is one other thing I would like you not to do when you get back home.”

“What is it?”

“You’re welcome to keep a journal all you want, but I would prefer for it to be kept off-line. Remember, as a detective’s wife it’s always a safer policy to keep personal things private. Like really private. So I would appreciate it if you just wrote in Word or something like that.”

“Ok. I can do that.”

She looked at me again and I found her very hard to read.

“I just feel so bad.”

“Yeah, me too, but we gotta move on. No sense in dwelling on it.”

“No, I mean about your family. We haven’t visited them and they haven’t visited us. I pretty much feel like I’ve robbed you of your family.”

“Well, don’t. It was their decision to seize contact with me when I took you.”

“Yeah, the evil ‘grown-up child’ that should have been the one to lose her life and not Stacey.”

Lisa looked annoyed instead of appearing to feel bad for me for feeling bad for her. The truth was that I didn’t give a shit about her or her family. I was just trying to be more convincing, and obviously I was saying all the wrong things, so I needed to just shut the hell up.

“Look, Shay, I wanted you and I took you. It’s as simple as that. I made the decision I made. If they can’t live with it that’s their problem. Not ours.”

I realized that Lisa was probably used to simply taking what she wanted, and I wondered just how much she really missed Stacey. After all, if Stacey hadn’t died then she wouldn’t have gotten me, and I knew without a doubt that she wanted me long before the accident.

Stacey. Lisa. Stacey. Lisa… so damn different from each other. Why had Lisa turned out to be such a shit while her older sister had been a very helpful and productive member of society before her life was so unfairly snatched from her? Had Lisa been spoiled because she was the youngest or something?

But what did I really know about Bennie and Marcy? Just because I had lived in their town for a year or so, didn’t mean I had spent nearly as much time with them. Maybe they were just as fucked as Lisa, though I seriously doubted it.

“Will you come see me tomorrow?” I asked her.

“Of course.”

What a stupid question.

“Has anyone else been to see you?”

Uh-oh.

“Just the doctor.”

“The doctor here or Dr. Lacayo?”

“Both, though I only talked to them for like two seconds.”

“Oh?”

I nodded. “I’m far from their only patient.”

She looked at me a little funny. Please don’t tell me this bitch knows something’s up, I thought to myself.

But she didn’t press the issue. Instead, she said, “The nurse at the desk said you had some anxiety last night and I was just wondering why.”

“No particular reason. You know it’s a medical disorder I have that usually triggers it rather than events. It’s getting less and less, though.”

We made some small talk for a while and at the end of the visit, she kissed me while I forced myself not to pull away. I managed this by focusing on her outer beauty and not her inner ugliness. “Can’t wait to come home.”

“M-hm,” she said almost skeptically. “Just remember our deal.”

“I will, and you remember it, too.”

She smiled with genuine amusement for the first time since things had taken such a sour turn, and then she was gone.

After she left I ran to the phone and called Doctor Lacayo’s office. I had to alert her to the release date right away, assuming she wasn’t already aware of it.
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JustSurviveSomehow December 26, 2021

Very enticing! I'm going to have to go back and read some more!

Journals & Stories JustSurviveSomehow ⋅ December 26, 2021

Thank you, I'm glad you like it.

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