Unwelcome Visit

Rick came home in the middle of a storm. Even the thunder echoing outside her small house couldn't compare to his loud knocking. All he brought was a tattered suitcase and an empty wallet. It was more than he had when he'd left. She wanted to leave him standing in the hallway because he'd only contaminate her home.

Instead, she let him in, then wanted to take it back. Her nose wrinkled, not even the rain could wash away the cigarett smoke clinging to him. Throwing a pleading glance toward the ceiling, she took a deep breath.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

He instantly went to the wine perched on top of the fridge.

Nevermind. Either he couldn't deal with her sober or he'd became an alcohalic in the last few years.

"This is pretty good," he said. His first sentence of the night was to complement the cheap wine she'd bought more than a year ago. Wine that she'd been saving for a happy moment, instead it was being guzzled down by a man who solved his problems by fleeing.

She bit her lip. It was hard to resist throwing him out in the storm. He hadn't even told her why he was here. They hadn't seen each other in four years. Not since he'd run away like a coward leaving her behind.

"It's nice to see you haven't changed," she said. His frown was all she needed to know the words hurt.

"Are you not even a little happy to see me?"

Her fingers twitched. Running a hand through her hair, she frowned. He'd left her and ran away like a coward. She'd rather swallow nails than pretend to be happy right now.

"I'd rather you never came back at all."

His flinch was satisfying. Whatever regret he felt only lasted a moment before he was slamming his hands down onto her counter. Now he resembled their father.

"Don't be childish, Abby."

Childish?

"Says the coward."

"Seriously," he asked. His dark eyes were almost the same color as their mothers; especially when he glared.

"You left me to take care of our parents," she said.

It'd always been like this.

His twisted frown and puppy eyes were disgusting. She'd been the one to watch their parents slowly wither away. She'd been the one to suffer through medical bills and treatments that did nothing. He'd left. Not only did he run away but he hadn't even returned for the funeral a year ago.

Something sour danced across her tongue when he rolled his eyes.

"You were fine," he said. The way he waved his hand was almost enough to break her self-control.

Fine?

She'd worked three jobs to keep their parents alive a little longer and given up on college to save money. He had the ignorance to say she'd been fine. Would he be fine if their positions were reversed?

"Whatever," she said. She glanced at her door with more than a little longing. No matter what happened, he'd never change.

"Abby I-"

"Leave when the storm dies down."

The order, her order, hung between them like a noose. His eyes widened in shock; it was a bit hilarious. Had he been expecting her to smile and cook him dinner? Her lips twitched at the thought. His mouth opened only to snap shut when she turned away from him. Hopefully, the storm would pass quickly and then he’d leave again. Only this time, she didn’t want him to ever come home.