Bender (The Core Four #1)(57)
He barked a laugh that sounded so carefree and relaxed that it melted my heart. “Macie huh, and what about you, killer?”
I smiled. “I have my ways to make you pay.”
“Pretty sure you’re well acquainted with a bat.”
I slide my hand up his chest and clasped it around his neck. “You bet your ass I am,” I said as I pulled him down to me in a kiss that could have lit fireworks.
Camden and I stayed in bed the rest of the morning and part of the afternoon. We only got up to use the bathroom or when he went downstairs to make breakfast and sandwiches for lunch. I would have given anything to still be there snuggled up against his warmth right now, but I had to meet Macie for dinner, and I needed to go pick up Sarah because we hadn’t really spent much time together in the past three days. I missed her. Being away from Sarah for longer than a day was hard. I saw her every day when I lived at home, but now it seemed that the time between our visits was growing, and I didn’t like it. Sitting in my car on the way to my mom’s I made a vow to make a better effort to bring her over or take her out places.
I made quick work of grabbing Sarah from Mom’s so I didn’t have to deal with the twenty questions about when I’d bring her back home and where we were going. The less she knew the better. She only wanted to know because it would be her excuse to leave the house and go do all of the irresponsible shit she normally did. I’d rather not give her the satisfaction. Mom and I still weren’t on the best of terms. I noticed that Sarah was being pretty quiet on the ride to the restaurant, which was completely out of the norm for my chatty sister. I glanced back at her in concern.
“Hey, how’ve you been?”
She shrugged. “Alright.”
“How’s school going? Are you still getting good grades?”
“It’s alright. Math is getting harder. The teacher is making us do fractions, and I hate them. When am I ever going to use them?” she said in an irritated tone.
“How about when you help me cook? You have to know the measurements so I know how much to pour or scoop,” I replied.
She brought her eyes up to mine in the mirror. “Yeah, but we don’t cook together anymore.”
I sucked in some air. Apparently my absence from her has been noticed not just by me, but her as well. I felt terrible. “Listen Sarah, I’m sorry I haven’t been around much lately. I’ve had a lot of things on my plate, and it’s taken me some time to get it all situated. I don’t mean to ignore you. Okay?”
Tears glistened in her little eyes, and she nodded. “I miss you. We used to be together every day. Now it’s just me and Mom, and she doesn’t even play with me.”
I swallowed the lump that was in my throat. “I miss you too. How come Mom doesn’t play with you?”
She brought her shoulders up and dropped them. “She says she’s busy and can’t. And some days she isn’t even home, and I have to take care of myself. I get bored when no one is there.”
This little bit of information was complete news to me. “What do you mean she’s not home? How often does she leave you by yourself?”
“A couple times a week.”
“Why didn’t you say something to me?”
“Because every time we’re together you are too busy. You don’t play with me like you used to either.”
I shook my head. “Sarah, if Mom leaves you at home alone again, I want you to call me. You aren’t old enough to stay in the house without an adult with you. When she leaves, is she gone for a long time or just a few minutes?”
“Both. Yesterday she was gone until after dark. I had to make my own dinner.”
Oh my God. My mom was leaving my eight-year-old little sister at home to fend for herself? This was not acceptable! We didn’t live in the ghetto or anything, but it was not like we knew many of our neighbors either. Anything could happen to Sarah while she was gone. I flashed back to being her age and having to take care of myself. I liked to believe that I had a little bit more responsibility and knowledge than Sarah did by then because I’d been doing it for a while. I had no one else there to make my meals or take me to the park. She wasn’t as self-sufficient. I’ve tried to teach my baby sister what to do in case of an emergency, and to not talk to strangers, but I wasn’t sure that if something happened, she’d really know what to do. I was going to have a long talk with my mom about this. At what point did her social life become more important than her own flesh and blood? If she was incapable of taking care of her kids, maybe she shouldn’t have had any in the first place.
Meeting her eyes in the mirror I made sure Sarah was hearing what I was about to say. “I’m going to talk to Mom. I can’t have you staying alone by yourself. It’s just not right. I mean it when I say you will call me and let me know if she is gone so I can come pick you up. Okay? And I’ll be around more often. Nobody is more important to me than you. I love you, Sarah.”
Her lip quivered. “I love you too.”
We pulled up to the restaurant about five minutes later. My mind was muddled with thoughts of how I was going to approach this with my mom. I hated talking to her like I was the parent and she was the child. But Sarah needed someone in her corner. I’d take one for the team if it meant keeping my little sister safe and happy. Macie’s car was already here, so Sarah and I went inside and found her sitting in our usual booth toward the back. She smiled and waved at us when we walked in.