Folding my arms over my chest, I sat there, listening. She knew I was there, but her focus was on my friend. Why she was here? I couldn't exactly say why. Last time we had heard from her, we told her to leave us alone. A girl like her, however, can't stay away. And a friend like me and Sam, well, we're too nice for our own good. Case in point, Sally was back, telling us how much she needed our help, again. Honestly, I don't trust her, at all. She's made promises, broke them, she's claimed she'll change, always falls back into the wrong crowd. While she was in the gutter, Sam and I reached out to help, pull her out of the muck and into a better life. So much good that did. A month ago, she called because she was beaten, then, not even a week later, ran off to the scumbag who was providing her with drugs. Now she has returned, after a midnight phone call, again saying she was beaten. I don't believe her and I can tell that Sam doesn't either. This time, she was promising that she was going to change, that she would accept my help with her education, and that she wouldn't hang out with the low-lifes again. Only thing she needed, or wanted to do, was to go back to her old home and pick up a few things, like clothes and a few books. "Alright, you going to come back in the morning?"
She nodded. "Promise." My eyes narrowed on her. Sam was the one who normally does the talking, I'm just the voice of reason.
"If you do what happened last time, that's it."
"Swear on my mother!" Her mother passed away a few years ago, drugs I believe. "You know that if I swear on her I keep my promise. My mom was the most important person to me." And a terrible roll model to be honest.
"Fine, finish your pizza then we'll go." To be nice, and due to everyday hunger, Sam and I made pizza. Sally needed to eat anyway since last time she ate was two days ago. She had eaten half a slice, talking constantly. She was coming off whatever drug was in her system.
"Where's my money?"
"What money?" Sam took a bite of his slice.
"I had $100 with me! It's gone!" I sighed, this wasn't going to be good.
"Whatever was in your pockets in the clothes we washed, you have." I had lent her a pair of shorts and a t-shirt while her clothes were thrown into the wash. They were nasty to say the least. Sally grumbled something, I couldn't hear. "Excuse me?" I stared at Sam, who was clearly pissed. "How dare you accuse me of stealing from you! have you already forgotten that it was Emily and I who came to your aide?"
My head dropped. And so it would begin. Sally was going to talk herself out of the house, accusing us of stuff we didn't, and don't do, and just piss both of us off. I had seen this happen plenty of times before, I think this this the third time this year. "You did! How else would I be missing money?" Maybe she dropped it? Placed it on a table? Her memory isn't top-notch. And with what else she was saying, I'd kick her out of the house.
"That's it, get out!" Timing. I think, Sam does.
Sally threw her plate at the sink before storming out the door. "You're horrible people!" I shrugged. Her words didn't mean anything to me. Everybody I know knows that Sam and I are good people, so when a druggie says otherwise, no point in listening. Sally stomped her foot, clenched her fists, and slammed the door shut. I watched her sit on one of the chairs outside, pouting. Sam sighed.
"Well she took that well." I took another bite of pizza.
"Yeah, I'll so talk to her. I'm sick of dealing with the crap she carries."
"You and me both. Can we actually stick to the 'we're not helping you anymore' thing, please? I don't do good with late night adventures."
That gave him a smile. "Me neither." Eating the last bit of his pizza, Sam put Sally's into a bag. "I'm taking her to her step dad's. Be back later."
"Want me to go with you?"
"I got it."
Soon after they left, I sat in the living room, channel surfing when I saw something on the wall behind the tv. I couldn't hold back my laugh. "Like the drama in this house?" The gecko stayed still. When I tried to catch it, the gecko jumped, hiding in the window blinds. "Fine! I'll let the cat find you! If you can avoid her, I hope you find amusement in the random drama of this house." Silly gecko. Chances are he's going to crawl back into whatever hole he came in through. Why couldn't I be like him? Disappearing when trouble came knocking? Oh well. I'll deal with Sally next time she shows up. Lucky us.
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