What a dreadful horror flick, Beth thought. She sat there in the livingroom listening to Dev who was a bit ill. She watched his mouth move after awhile, thinking of Izzy. The Izzy he was suppose to be. Her sister. Not her brother as he evidently was now.
"You think it'll happen to me?" She couldn't help but think it. "God, I haven't... even had proper intercourse yet. Just not right." She shook her head.
"Seriously, this is about Izzy, not you." Dev had to remind her.
She knew, but still, the me factor was top priority. "I just don't want to wake up...like that." She cringed at the thought.
"Well, you think how Izzy must feel, aye? He didn't mean for it to happen. Honestly." Dev's eyes stayed on her.
"What are you looking at?" Beth suddenly scowled. "Am I all right?"
"Yes." Dev closed his eyes. "Just-just you make me think how Izzy used to be." He sighed then.
She hugged herself.
"I dunno if I can be alone with him, right yet." Beth told Dev.
"Well, he's still Izzy. He wouldn't dare lay a finger on you, and you know it." Dev sounded as if it were a promise.
"Its just fuck'n weird, OK!" Beth was a bit moody. "You have to stay. You have to."
"OK." Dev didn't sound thrilled about it. "I'll sleep on the damn sofa."
"No." Beth shook her head. "I want you to sleep with me."
"Are you serious?" Dev made a face then. "I can't do that."
"Why not?" She winced.
"Because, you're my girlfriend's fuck'n sister." He scowled then.