Oh, shit.
“You’re what!” Gisele the banshee screams. “How long have you been fucking her?”
“Since the night we met at Dingus’.”
“And you love her?” I can’t stress enough how scary my sister’s voice is. What is Billy doing? She’s probably got a knife on her. At the very least, she’s got those pointy nails.
Then, I hear the sound of loud thumps and one masculine yelp. She’s attacking my Billy. I can’t wait any longer. I press my finger on the reader and listen for the click of the door. When it disengages, I turn the knob and pull it open in time to see Billy on his back and Gisele on top of him, and yep, she’s got something in her hand and Billy’s got red seeping into his shirt.
“Stop!” I shout at my sister.
I’m not sure if it was the right thing or wrong thing to do, but what it does do is take her attention away from Billy and right on to me.
“You!” she growls. “I’m going to end you. I should have done it twenty years ago when I had the chance.”
I chuckle. “God, you’re absolutely crazy, Gizzy.” No, I’m not being glib. I’m just trying to get her away from Billy.
“You’re fucking dead, bitch.” She’s now standing and moving toward me.
I raise my hands and gesture for her to come get me. “I’m ready, psycho.”
Screaming at the top of her lungs, Gisele raises the sharp shiny thing in the air and starts to charge toward me. I’m prepared with the door. The plan is to open it and step out into the hallway so Billy can shut the door to protect himself, but that’s not what happens. Instead of doing that, Billy reaches out and wraps his arms around one of her legs as she’s moving toward me, causing her to lose her balance. Like in slow motion, I watch Gisele’s arms swing around and her face contort from anger, to fear, back to anger, all while falling forward. I move to her left, away from her right hand that’s wielding the weapon. She’s reaching for me, attempting to get that knife as close to me as she can, but as she falls, she isn’t able to move the knife away from herself. When I hear her hit the ground, her scream is bloodcurdling. The knife has gone into her shoulder. I can see it from here as well as the blood that’s begun to appear on Billy’s pretty hardwood floors.
“Gisele?”
Billy and I turn to the voice. My mom is standing in the open doorway staring down at my sister. Running to her, she gets on her knees to see to Gisele. But what she says next is more than I can take. “What did you do, Josephine?”
Billy places a hand on my shoulder. When I look at him, he shakes his head. I guess he wants me to remain silent. I can do that.
“Gisele?” Mom says, leaning over my sister.
“I told you to stay in the fucking car, Mother.”
“I know. But you were gone so long. I was afraid….” Her words are stopped when the elevator doors open and two uniformed police officers step out. Since the door is open, Mom moves out of the way quickly.
We all stare as they approach the open door. “Police,” one of them says in a deep voice.
The other one asks, “What’s happening here?”
My mom is about to say something stupid. Pointing at me, she starts to say, “They—”
“No.” I shake my head. “We didn’t do a damn thing.”
I step over to the cop in front. “When I got home, she”—I point to my sister—“was on top of him with a weapon.” I point to the cuts on his shirt and the blood still seeping. “He needs an ambulance.”
“So do I,” my sister whines.
I ignore her. “When I came in, she turned and came for me. Billy grabbed her foot, and she fell on whatever she’s got in her hand.”
The cop looks at my mom. “And you are?”
“An accessory,” says Billy loud enough for everyone to hear.
She glares at him. “I was in the car.”
Well, she didn’t help her case there.
“She said she was just coming up to say hello,” Mom tries to explain.
