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When we’d gone out to eat the first time, Paul had requested a table, because he wasn’t sure Viddy could get into the booth without seeing. Then he told the waitress to bring out water for Viddy, because she was blind, and probably should stick with water, just in case. Then he’d gone about ordering for her because she couldn’t see the menu, even though Viddy had been to that restaurant so many times that she knew what was on the menu without being asked.
He’d ended the night by requesting Viddy not wear flip-flops ever again. He didn’t want her to fall and break her neck.
I was so used to Viddy’s independence, that to see her treated like she was severely handicapped, really rankled my nerves.
Viddy was anything but handicapped. Sure, she couldn’t drive a car, but she could get to the bus stop. She could go to the mall if she wanted.
She could make herself dinner.
Viddy’s senses were even more heightened due to her lack of vision that she soared over the charts compared to everyone else when it came to hearing, smelling, and perception.
“Your boyfriend?” Baylee asked taking a hold of my sister’s hand and guiding her out the door.
“There’re five steps here, about six inches tall,” Baylee instructed as she walked over to the porch steps.
“Thank you, and yes. My boyfriend. He didn’t want me coming tonight, and he’s upset.” Viddy said going down the stairs effortlessly.
I hung back, grabbed the forgotten bottle on the counter, and thought about how to break it to my sister that I hated her boyfriend.
Actually, hate was too nice of a word. Detested. Disgusted. Those were better.
I’d have to break it to her gently, otherwise it would cause a rift between us, and I hated fighting with my sister.
I wouldn’t know what to do without her.
Thus, I kept my trap shut. Even when she said stupid stuff like what came out of her mouth next.
“He’s coming to pick me up. Maybe he can tag along next time if it’s not too much trouble.”
I closed my eyes, willing my opinions to stay in my mouth.
Except it didn’t work.
I’d tried. I really did.
It was like a countdown in my head.
Five. Four. Three. Two. One.
Blast off.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! We helped you fucking move today. Where was his lazy ass?” I erupted.
“He had a meeting at two. He was...” She started.
“Two?” I laughed humorlessly. “We moved your shit at five! It doesn’t take that long to meet with anyone. He just didn’t want to help you move. He wanted you to move in with him. To punish you, he made up some fictional fucking meeting so he didn’t have to help you. Then, to add the icing to the cake, he refuses to let you hang out with your own sister. What’s one freakin’ night? I haven’t had a night out alone with you in over two months. Doesn’t that bother you even a little bit?”
The whole time I was ranting, I was following Viddy as she walked out the door and waited for the douche to pick her up in his Lexus Convertible.
He didn’t disappoint, either. He drove up in a cloud of dust and gravel, coming to a stop so far away that Viddy had to walk nearly the entire span of the driveway.
A driveway she’d never been to before, and couldn’t see.
But did The Douche get out?
Hell no.
He sat his ass in the car, and then honked when Viddy kept glancing back in hesitation.
