Being a Jerk for HalloweenChapter 2
I had been called a lot of things by my sister up to that point in my life, but "bastard" wasn't one of them. We added that to the list that night. She suddenly wasn't so weepy any more. The car was still idling, and she turned away from me and put it in gear, backing out kind of fast. Home was only ten blocks away, but she didn't say another word after the "bastard" that she spat at me. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what to say either. So I just sat there. When we got...