Chapter Eight
The next morning, the three women stood in the entryway by the front door. She wanted them to go away as quickly as possible so her life could get back to normal.
“Why can’t you just sign the fucking papers?” Aubrey asked.
“Drake said for me to wait,” Camila said.
“For what?” Penelope asked.
“I’m not sure. He’d said he’d have me sign them and then fax them to the lawyer.” Camila knew that wasn’t going to happen, but they didn’t.
The sisters glanced at each other.
“How about you fax them to us?” Aubrey said.
Camila nodded. “I think that would be okay. Do you have your bags packed?”
“Are you trying to get rid of us?” Aubrey said and laughed.
Camila kept quiet.
“Our bags are ready to go,” Penelope said. “They’re already out on the front porch. Your bastard of a husband didn’t give us a choice.”
Camila had nothing to say. She was glad Drake was kicking them out.
“We’re planning on coming back soon. We’ve decided we really like it here. Perhaps we can persuade our parents to come. You haven’t seen them in...” Aubrey snorted out a laugh. “Oops.”
Camila knew she was talking about the last time she’d been home and didn’t comment on it. Her jaw was starting to ache because of clenching her teeth. There was no way in hell Drake would allow any of her family to visit again.
The sisters studied her as if waiting for her to get upset. They were enjoying this like they always did.
She fought to keep her expression from showing her distress. It would only be a few more minutes, and her sisters would be gone, and she’d never have to deal with them again.
“How about I walk you out?” Camila asked and walked to the door.
She could hear her sisters walking behind her and whispering. She waited at the bottom of the steps as they grabbed their bags and followed her.
Camila watched as they threw their bags into the backseat of their rental car and then opened the two front car doors before looking at her.
“We’ll be seeing you, little sister,” Penelope said and grinned.
She couldn’t take it another moment. Her spine stiffened. Who the hell did they think they were? “I don’t think so.”
Both sisters froze.
“Really? You think you can keep us away?” Aubrey asked.
“Oh, I know I can. I’ve matured and have a family that loves me. You, on the other hand, are the same two awful people you were when we were children,” Camila said.
Aubrey’s eyes narrowed, and Penelope scowled.
“Watch what you say, you little cunt,” Aubrey hissed. “There are so many things we could do to make your life hell.”
Camila raised her chin. “There is nothing you can do to me. You’re both pathetic. No jobs, no degree, and still living with our parents. You’re parasites with nothing going for you.”
Aubrey took a step toward her, but Camila stood her ground.
“What do you think you’re going to do? Look around. At least ten people are watching us. Do you really think you would get away with hurting me? Those days are over. I pray you both rot in hell.”
She could tell she’d surprised her sisters, but also pissed them off. Both had red faces, and their teeth were clenched in fury.
“Now go,” she snapped.
A shiver of fear raced up her spine when Aubrey smiled at her.
“We’re going, but this isn’t the end.” Aubrey sneered.
“Yes, it is,” Camila said.
“Does your husband know what a disgusting whore he has for a wife?” Penelope asked.
“I’m not a whore,” Camila said.
“Oh, I beg to differ. Anyone who knows you fucked two men at once will know you’re a whore,” Aubrey said.
“That’s called rape,” Camila said. She could feel a deep shame remembering that night at her parents’ house.
Both sisters snorted.
“We’ve got pictures, sister,” Aubrey said and grinned. “I wonder what your husband would say about them.”
“Nothing. He’d see that I had been drugged,” Camila said.
Penelope shook her head. “We took a lot of pictures, and I agree that in some you can tell you’re practically asleep, but we made sure we got some with a man between your fat thighs. The angle is perfect.”
Oh, God. If Drake saw them, he’d surely want to kick her out of his life.
“I’ve got a question,” Camila said. “Why would you and our parents ask me to come home and then drug me and let two men have sex with me in front of you?”
Aubrey chuckled. “Because you were getting too big for your britches. You thought you were better than us, and we couldn’t let it slide.”
“I know Mom knew, I remember her in the room. But did our father?”
Penelope’s grin widened. “It was his idea. He enjoyed the show as much as we did.”
Camila felt bile crawling up her throat and swallowed several times. “You’re all sick. You know that? I don’t ever want to hear from any of you again.”
“Oh, sister dear. I’m positive your darling husband has no idea what happened, and if you don’t do what we say, we’ll send him the pictures.”
“He won’t care,” Camila said, but wasn’t sure.
“Oh, he might care when the pictures are spread over Facebook and Twitter,” Penelope said.
Camila felt like she’d break apart and wrapped her arms around her waist. She couldn’t take another moment with these two. “If you even think about doing something like that, Drake will ruin you all.”
“Oh, we’ll see about that,” Aubrey said.
“Get off our land, now,” Camila said.
“We’ll be sure to tell Todd and Steven hello for you.”
Both sisters waved and smiled smugly as they pulled away.
Camila stood there for what seemed like hours, unable to move. It took every bit of strength she had to keep from vomiting. Her thoughts were in turmoil, and it felt like her body was shutting down. She needed to get into the house and hide for a while until she regained control.
The last thing she wanted was for Drake to catch her at that moment. She just needed a little time to deal with her emotions and come up with a plan to handle her family, as she didn’t want Drake to have to deal with them.