Say something, you asshole.
Rachel stood in front of the window looking out into the dark, starless night. There were lights on at beach level, as well as on the trail next to their home. The lighted path curled around the bend then disappeared. Where it led, Rachel could not be sure.
She heard the door open behind her.
“Honey, I’m home,” Alyssa said jokingly.
She hated the humorous tone of her voice. Biting her tongue, she swirled around. “The house is bugged. Or videotaped. I don’t know which, but there are no secrets. Your son, or Rivera, or all of them are sitting there listening to everything I say. Watching everything we do. They probably got their jollies off this morning when we...”
There was no point in stating the obvious. It wouldn’t change what happened or what they might have seen.
Alyssa pinched her lips together and gave slow nods as if she agreed. Her hand twitched, shaking before she curled it into a ball.
At the fact that Alyssa seemed okay with being forced to stay on an island she didn’t want to be on, Rachel’s blood boiled and face heated.
When Alyssa said nothing, Rachel screamed at her. “Say something, you asshole.”
“What do you want me to say?”
“What the fuck are we going to do now?”
“I don’t know.” Alyssa threw up her hands. “Don’t you think I’m trying to figure that out.”
“I don’t know what to think, honestly. One minute you’re spitting in Rivera’s face; the next you’re on his island, learning how to run the joint. I don’t even know who you are anymore.” With that, Rachel stormed out of the room.
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