Shelby
"He was serious about that? The good-guy routine? It's hard to believe what's real and what's not." she said in a huff. Shelby laughed at her next comment but then quickly stopped. The girl was serious but it had a mocking edge to it. "there's no way I want some wealthy pretty boy rolling around on top of me without my full consent" "I've got to say, I have no desire to consummate at all..." she paused momentarily, wondering if she should continue. "But at this point I really have no choice in the matter unless Governor Decker is serious about his offer."
Shelby thought about her sister and wondered how she was actually doing. Was her father paid the right amount of money? Were her medical expenses being taken care of? Was she happy right now? 'Does she miss me?' she thought sadly. Late at night when she couldn't sleep, either from pain or nightmares, Shelby would sneak into her bedroom and sing her a lullaby. Something soft and cheerful. Sometimes she would fall asleep with her sister and her father would make her pay for it the next morning. He always told her to stay out of Cassidy's room at night, because "If she was having a nightmare she can grow up and deal with it". Just item on the long list of things her father didn't understand. In fact, one night he caught Shelby sneaking into Cassidy's room, and the smell of southern comfort was oozing out of his pores. Shelby tried to run but he caught her by the arm and wouldn't let go. The rest of the night seemed to be in a haze but she remembered waking up on her bedroom floor with a bleeding welt on her head, a cigarette burn on her temple, and a sprained arm. The memory made shelby shudder but she never regretted trying to sneak into Cassidy's room. She would do anything for her sister.