Chapter 5 Crazy Best Friend

Lacey's POV:

I'm in the car, a BMW limousine, with the driver. I don't have interaction with him and didn't have. Only minimum conversation for address and where I need to stop, though he tries to speak to me and looks at me in the rear mirror, but I avoid acknowledging him more than necessary. Our next stop is at a supermarket nearby to buy something as in groceries and stuff for my dinner.

Yeah, I love cooking for dad, and it relaxes me as an activity. I don't eat much but the process of cooking is soothing. This guy said I have a kitchen and everything in the house and that I don't need to buy anything as they will stock the fridge and the storage room with all I want. I refused. I can pay for my own things even without that salary. I'm already uncomfortable with the entire offer to accept to this extent. It's fucking madness. Who the fuck has ever heard of such a job offer? Whatever.... I'll take it one step at a time until I'll see my dad feeling well and having the danger removed with his condition.

My phone buzzes and I take it out from my jacket. It flashes Brenda's name. Yep. I sigh and take the call. "Yeah, Brent?" Brent? It's her rebel male name since we were teens and it stuck. Ha-ha! Yeah, we're some crazy women. Anyways....

"Lace! How was it? Champagne or we go and trash him in the back of the company under a full moon? Ha-ha! What's his fate? Dead or alive?" I snort into laughter with a throw of head at my back, and tears in my eyes, making Kurt look at me with a smirk, but I can't see him.

"You're terrible! Ha-ha!" Thanks for making me laugh, babe.... I so fucking needed it.

"Now, now, Lace.... Champagne, huh? You little vixen.... I knew he'd choose you." I roll my eyes and look on the side window as we're approaching the supermarket. I wish he didn't from what I fell into.... I'm trying to not think too much about it....

"Yeah...."

"You don't sound happy, babe. Why? George said it's a well-paid job. I fucked him an entire night for it...." Jesus! I didn't have to know that! FUCK! When she says the last part, I instantly close my eyes in repulsion and guilt, motioning my head in disbelief. I know she's crazy, but.... My heart is again rebelling against my chest.

"Brent?"

"Yeah?"

"You're joking, right?"

"Nope." Shit!

"Why did you do that?"

"He's my boyfriend?"

"You know what I mean, Brent."

She's puffing and now laughing like a little devil while I'm getting down the car, feeling so dirty, walking to the supermarket.

"Well, to show you what you can get in life doing that, Lace." She's serious. I have such disgust inside. Not for her, but for.... Yeah. My head is pulsating....

"You know I'm not like that, Brent." I'm grabbing a shopping cart and place my purse in it, having a faint tremor inside as I'm not fine with what she said she did for me. If she does it for her, fine, but for me? FUCK NO!

"You're such a saint.... I know, I know. You'll die a complete saint, babe. Now with your father for the last four years, all your sacrifices, you're a complete saint. But I have to try in tempting you, Lace. You're not a teen anymore. Your dad, sooner or later will die as it's normal for any mortal, and what would you be left with? Huh? Understand my point of view as well, Lace. I love you. You're my sister and it pains me to see you like this." I don't care about that, babe.... I care about dad. I know you love me. I love you too.

"I know, but I still can't. The way dad is right now.... I see nothing other than him." I'm inside the supermarket, picking up some vegetables and fruits with the phone between my cheek and left shoulder.

"Lace? He said same thing to you. He knows and he feels sorry for what you did for him. I was there when you guys spoke. I'm aware you can't be like me, but you need changes into your life, babe. I do hope this job will revive your life appetite as you had only sickness and suffering in front of you and inside of you for the last four years, babe. It's enough on that. I don't know which daughter does what you did, and you're not a millionaire, Lace. Last four years, two million dollars for treatments and hospitals. That's not small change, Lace. I told you that the day when red code hits your bank accounts will come. And here we are, babe. I love your heart and soul, and damn, if I would ever have a child...." She's sobbing and my eyes fill with tears as well. "I pray to God to have one like you. But you can't erase your life at this extent, Lace. It's not normal. Okay?" I'm clearing my throat and contain my tears, placing the fruits and vegetables in the cart.

"Yeah, but I wouldn't have done it otherwise. I don't want to have regrets later that I could have made the difference, but I was selfish. I just can't, babe." She sighs.

"I know. You're a golden soul. I'm proud to have you in my life. Always my role model, though, I never reach your level. But I have you to balance me and I'm pleased with that. Alright. Where do we meet each other for the PARTY! YAY! CHAMPAGNE!" She resumes her lunatic self, making me laugh under my lips and calm down a bit. I'm at the fish section and I'm eyeing some shrimps.

"Babe?"

"Yeah?" She's drinking something. It's her white wine hour. Yeah....

"There are some problems.... He made me move into his guest house for a full-time assistant something...." She has just splashed the drink from her mouth by the noise.

"WHAT?! I don't think I heard it right. Did you say he made you move into his guest house? Ha-ha!" Shut up....

"Crazy, right?" I've taken with a smiley face a bag of shrimps. They are my favorite. And dad's. Anyways.

"Tell me you're doing it. Don't you dare say no. Yeah! Now you're talking, babe!" You're so damn happy while I'm full of suspicions!

"I signed the contract, but I'm not okay with all this." I have an irritated tone of voice with a roll of eyes, pushing the cart to the tea and coffee section. My last stop. I've already grabbed some diet Pepsi and stuff.

"Of course the saint isn't. UGH! So, should I splash the horizon there, babe? I heard it's a full moon tonight.... Ha-ha! Oh! By the way, how is he? Do you like him? Is he sexy? Young? Old? Single? Married? Give me something." I'm frowning at the phone and "HMPH!" at it, putting it back at my ear. "Heard that, little vampy. Ha-ha!"

"He's inexistent to me. It's a job. And I don't know for the coming over. I haven't asked if I can invite friends there. But maybe we can meet later after I settle in. I start tomorrow. I have a clench on my heart for all this. It's dubious." I'm approaching the cashier area to pay and go. I'm so tired as if I had an entire day of work and not an interview.

"Yeah, same old Lace. He can be a fucking Angel and you're still unaffected." Yeah, well.... "I don't worry about the dubious part, babe. No one has ever managed to handle you. You're too feisty for that. Ha-ha! Hope he won't create a mess for himself and I do hope he's not a regular one, as you do become bloody. Ha-ha! If he's a strong one, he might have a chance. Don't hit him too hard, babe. Oh! Forgot! Remember Clinton?" I'm smirking for what she says about me. Yeah, she's right. I react harsh in front of threats and when people cross limits. Clinton? What about?

"Yeah, why?" I'm paying the products.

"He said to tell you that this time he's going to win against you. Just give him a chance as he needs his balls back in front of others. MUHAHAHAHA!" I burst into laughter heading to the exit with the cart. He can't fucking win against me. Not even now after four years of retirement.

"Well, tell him that his balls are in safekeeping and he'll never take them back. It was a done deal." I twist my head and smile from ear to ear approaching the car with Kurt coming to take my cart, but I wave at him it's fine and motion with my head at the trunk to open it and he does it. I don't need help. I might seem tiny and fragile outside, but appearances can be misleading, pal. He, he, he....

"I will, babe. I can't wait for his reaction." Kurt is taking the bags that I'm giving to him and places them in the trunk, faking not listening to my convo. Did he put you to find info about me, pal? Or it's just you? Hmmm.... Whatever. As long as you guys behave, we're good.

"Okay, Brent. I'll call you later to see each other after I move in. Choose where and send me a text. It's on me." I give Kurt the final bag.

"YAY! CHAMPAGNE AND FULL MOON! HA-HA!" Just champagne for you, no full moon. I do hope it won't be needed a full moon scene with beatings. Yeah....

"Bye, babe." I get in the car as Kurt has taken the cart before I could do it.

"Bye, sexy.... Meow! Ha-ha! Love you. Bye." I'm laughing and she ends the call. I'm motioning my head in disbelief at how crazy she is. Love you too, crazy Brent. Ha-ha! Oh! What would I do without you in my life? The only real friend and sister. Yeah.... My babe. I feel like crying in both sadness and happiness, but I refrain. I don't need questions from Kurt guy who's itching to talk to me.