Aimee Laine - Little White Lies

“I’ll stand.” Charley crossed her arms, remaining within the frame of the door.

If she sat, she wouldn’t be able to contain the emotions that struggled to burst free. From her spot, she could regard them with contempt while she considered how she and Lily could escape.

“Fine, but don’t think you can run.” Julie wagged a finger but kept her devious smile in place.

She sounded as she had in high school, though she held a touch of age that Charley could see in the wrinkles around her eyes. “My sisters are ready to bring you back if you try to bolt, Charley.” Julie traced a finger along Wyatt’s jaw. “Honey? Can you get me some coffee?”

She fluttered her lashes at him, and he smiled back, laid his lips against hers once more. With his eyes on Charley, he walked out. Julie turned, one eyebrow cocked, the other pressed down.

“Cat got your tongue? Or maybe it’s that Wyatt had mine?” She leaned against the desk with her arms outstretched at her sides and let her hair fall backward with a laugh. “How do you like seeing him in the arms of another woman?”

Charley remained mute, her feet sticking to the ground as she ran through every logical explanation. Keep your head in the game. Get Lily. Get out. Wyatt and Julie can go to hell.

“Nothing to say at all?” Julie grinned, tilting her head toward Charley. “You know, you did a lot of damage way back when. Took me a long time to find you. Wyatt was a big help.” Julie pointed toward the open door and recrossed her arms.

Charley took a quick breath but kept her gaze fixed on the psychotic woman before her.

“Well, actually Stuart was first. He talks in his sleep.” She waved with a hand. “He got the ball rolling, and man was it a good one! Just kept going down that hill until it couldn’t go anymore. ’Course I had to leave him then. Didn’t want him to know my plans.” Julie tweaked her gaze toward the door. “You guys are real freaks, you know? My Dad always thought it was true, but I got proof.” She put a hand on her chest in that southern belle ‘well, I declare!’ way. “And I know this is your last shot with him, too.”

Charley drew her lips into a thin line and bit her tongue to prevent the hitch in her breath. “What do you know, Julie? Last chance for what?” She grimaced as she said it.

“Your life. Wyatt’s your last chance for happiness. He told me all about it.” Julie picked at a nail as if to correct polish that had flaked. “The timing was too perfect!”

“If you wanted to keep me from Wyatt, why’d you take Chase?” She bit harder against her lip-the pain kept her eyes from tearing.

“Who?” Julie tilted her head like a cocker spaniel who’d just been offered a treat he didn’t understand.

You’ve got to be kidding. “My son. The boy you were supposed to release to me tonight.” Charley spit the words through clenched teeth.

“Oh. Him. Well… that stupid girl wasn’t you, and he followed us. Had to do something so our plans wouldn’t be all messed up.” She snapped her fingers as if disappointed.

Charley kept her fury in check as she thought through her next questions. Julie’s ‘ball’ wouldn’t get any moss on it at the rate she kept up the chatter. How long does it take to get coffee? Charley had a few words prepared for Wyatt.

“We, I mean, I just couldn’t help myself with the timing of all this. You’ll get nothing in life in what? Another twenty-four hours? Sucks, doesn’t it?” Her grin all but split her face. “All we gotta do is sit here for a few hours and you… will… lose.”

“So this entire thing was your idea?” Not a chance.

“Of course!” Julie’s hands reached out, palms up. “Had to convince Wyatt of the plan first, though. That was a toughie ’cause he’s such a softie. He’s really good in bed and very, let’s say, encouraging, so I scored-ha ha-and got the job done. It’s too bad he had to play you. Invite you to his house and all that.” She waved at Charley again.

You’ve already lost him. Go for the kill. Be done with her and get Lily. “Why would Wyatt want you now and not sixteen years ago? Why risk putting us together again only to pull us apart? You’re not smart enough to put all this into one cohesive plan, Julie.” And where in the hell is he? He doesn’t dawdle.

Julie took a step toward her. “I am so!” She yelled with one finger pointed in Charley’s direction. “And I know all about you and your… kind. Weirdos and freaks in that big house on the hill.” Julie stepped back and waved her finger. “You might have your uses every once in a while, but with few exceptions, you all need to be erased. You, for example. You ruined my life!” Her tone pitched up an octave as she continued her rant.

“How did I do that?” Charley gritted her teeth. Don’t let her get to you any more than she has.

“You took Wyatt away. Then you took Stuart. I got him back, too, but he wouldn’t let you guys go. ‘Family’ he’d say, and off he’d go to support one of your stupid ‘missions’.” Julie’s voice took on a distinct whine. “But, over time, I figured it out-at least enough to know what I needed to get all the real details. Better yet, he spilled about your birthday.”

Her voice got louder and her expression more manic as Charley pushed. Julie crossed and recrossed her feet, her arms flew in the air, and she shook her hair back and forth.

“I was nice to you your Senior year, if you recall,” Charley said.

“Oh, that’s what you said out loud, but I knew.” Julie pointed to herself. “You were just there to get Wyatt in your clutches, to steal him away from me.”

“It was my impression that he was nobody’s to steal.” Charley shifted weight from one foot to the other. If she could get past Wyatt, Julie’s sisters would be easy to contain. As she thought it, he returned with Julie’s coffee.

Charley turned to him, prepared to throw some obscenities his way but noticed a slight hitch in his step. He hadn’t had that on the walk in the hall.

“Did you add sugar?” Julie blinked her eyes at him in double time.

He groaned and turned back out of the door. She returned to Charley.

Why does he keep leaving? He’s used to butting in and being in charge.

“Wyatt was mine until you came along… and I had to settle for Stuart. Then you went and got that kid, and Stuart went on and on and on about him. I knew it was time to give you a taste of your own medicine.”

“I give you props for taking my boy.”

“Yeah, but he got back to you,” Julie pouted in clear disappointed. “My stupid sisters let him out.”

Sure they did.

“Now that you know I have Wyatt, and your time is on its last tick-tock…” Julie all but stuck her tongue out as she said it. “You’ll see how it really feels to lose. You won’t get to do that shape-shifty thing anymore, and you’ll be all alone.”

The woman had become as crazed as Stuart claimed. Charley switched tactics, held her voice light and airy. “I think you’re right, Julie.”

Julie stopped, blinked and stared. “Of-of course I’m right.”

Charley caught screams from the other side of the house. Julie started for the door, shook her head, and took her spot back. They stared at each other as Charley listened.

“You need an exterminator,” one voice yelled.

“Get over here and get this mouse! It got bigger since last time. Ugh!” the other yelled.

Mouse? Chase? Bigger? No. They wouldn’t send in a boy!

Heavy footsteps raced through the hallway with emphasis on one foot as if he had a limp. Wyatt passed the office where Charley and Julie talked. “Give it a rest, you idiots!” He yelled as the two female voices continued to screech ‘eww!’ and ‘yuck!’