Potential - S01 E283

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Potential - S01 E283

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 283

"I can understand that," he said, 'and bet she was, too. There isn't anything that compares to kissing you. Maybe you did to her what you did to me in the shower before. What was that?"

"I didn't do it," she said. "You did, and I don't know what it was, but it doesn't happen with anybody other than you. Does Mom kiss better than me?"

He chuckled. "Dee, If you weren't my sister, I'd never stop kissing you. It's, um, I don't know what it is, but it's not like kissing anyone else,' he said and thought about when Cindy kissed him.

"You hungry?" Deana asked. His eyes moved up and down his sister's naked body. "Food, Evan, you want food?"

"Yes, I'm starving."

"Good, me too," Deana said. "You go figure out what we're going to eat, and I'll try to get the covers back in the same heap they were in before and make sure there's no evidence of us being in here."

"Deal," he said, thinking that would give him time to run up to his room for more supplements.

After Evan left the room, Deana sat on the edge of the bed and scanned the room. Based on the way Rebecca's bed looked after they spent the night together, she had a good idea what may have caused the wreckage, but not why Candy left it that way. The rubbed out spot on the carpet next to a discarded towel and clothing cast about made her nervous. She didn't know what Candy's creaking floorboard was, but the woman lived in the same state of conditioned fear. Under the scrutiny of his controlling eye, Candy had been well trained in her role; she wouldn't have gone this far off if she was just in a hurry. No, in Deana's mind, the room's condition said, run. Had their mother been running away from something or to something?

Candy awoke to the sound of Sally's voice. Her sister was dressed in jeans and a blouse, now. How much time had passed, Candy wondered and tried to move. "Ouch." Her neck was painfully bent on the armrest. Sally leaned over and used both hands to massage it into working order.

"You fell asleep," Sally said.

"I guess, or passed out. I gotta pee before your couch gets soaked," Candy said, and Sally pulled her into a sitting position.

"It's still hot out," Sally said. "Let's go for a swim. It'll be nice."

Swim, whatever, Candy thought. "Let me pee, then I gotta check on the kids, Candy said, scanning the room for her phone.

Sally gave her an approving nod. "You're a great mother, Candy, really."

"Thanks," she said dismissively, grabbed her phone and started toward the bathroom.

"Do what you need to. I'll be in the pool."

"Okay, I'll be out in a few," she said and called Deana's phone on her way to the bathroom.

Once Candy went in the bathroom with her phone, Sally grabbed hers, opened her contacts, tapped Cindy and went out the back door.

Without saying hello, Cindy asked, "Is she okay?"

Sally held the iPhone X with her shoulder and opened her jeans. "She's upset, Cindy. You shouldn't have said anything yet."

"I didn't tell her anything, just to talk to you," Cindy said.

"Now she knows I've been talking to you," Sally said and wiggled the Levi's passed her hips.

"I hate seeing her so unhappy. I thought you could help her. She won't see me because she thinks John won't pay for my college if he finds out. I told her I don't care about that, but she's-"

"Cindy, we have got to go slow. If she knows too much she won't be able to act normal around him, and that won't be safe, so be patient, trust me, and let me handle this. I promise I'll fix this. It's all going to work out."

"How Sally, how? Unless you plan on killing him, he holds all the cards, that mother fucker always holds all the cards."

"That's too good for him, but if I have to, I will. Now, can you promise not to tell her anything?"

"Ah, I guess, I guess I can, but-"

"No buts!" Sally said. "I have a hunch, and if I'm right, we'll have him by the balls, so don't answer your phone if she calls, and stay away like you were doing. We have to be careful with her. She won't be able to play along if she knows too much, and that will be bad for both of you. You know how dangerous he is."

"I do," Cindy said. "Where's Candy?"

"She went to the bathroom, and she's gonna check on the kids," Sally said.

"You're not gonna tell her about me, are you?"

"No, sweetheart, I told you I wouldn't. That's yours-For you to decide. You don't ever have to tell anybody if that's the way you want it."

"What about Sandra, did you tell her about that and why you had to leave?" Cindy asked.

"Oh, God, no, she can't know any of that, not now."

"This is so fucked up, Cindy said. "I hate this"

"Don't do that, this isn't your fault. You had no say in any of this. I did, I could have stopped this before it happened to you. I could have, should have done more."

"That's not true. You've already done more and suffered more than anyone. Thank you, thank you for helping. I love you."

"Me too," Sally said, "but save the gratitude until this is over. It might turn out bad, really bad. I'm gonna swim, I need to swim some laps to burn off some of this emotional shit."

"Phew, a sexy battleship." Cindy chuckled, "that's what you look like when you swim laps, a sexy battleship."

"Thanks." Sally said. "Bye, for now."

"Bye."

Sally pulled off her top and tossed it on the chair with her pants, wiped her eyes, and dove into the pool.

Deana and Evan were on the couch in the living room. There was a bowl of chips and two glasses of soda on the glass top coffee table, along with Evan's giant feet. He was scrolling through the channel guide, acting like he wanted to find something to watch.

"We'd be in trouble if we got caught eating in here,' Deana said.