Potential - S01 E304

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Potential - S01 E304

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 304

"I don't know his password, Candy sald.

"It's better if I logon, but don't worry, we can still do it if I can't." Sally took stuff out of her bag that Candy couldn't identify. "This is the same desk he had fifteen years ago."

"Really," Candy said with feigned interest, Sally stared through the archway into the bedroom with a look of disgust on her face.

"How are you going to, um, what do you call it, crack or hack the password? Need some personal information, birthdays or-*

"No" Sally said and placed her fingers on the keyboard. "Let's hope he's still the asshole I remember.

Sally's fingers worked, but the effort was rewarded with a login failure message. Candy's hopes sank as she recited the password hint, 'FR."

"Douche bag. Sally's fingers hammered the keys, and the desktop appeared. She mumbled, 'Mother fucker," and dropped to the chair, crushing the case.

Candy saw Sally's pain quickly turned to anger, so she didn't say anything until all the wires were connected, and her sister seemed satisfied with her work, then she asked, "You gonna tell me the password?"

Sally wiped a forearm across her eyes and said, "Fuckin Redhead! I forgot the exclamation point the first time."

Two words, Fuckin' Redhead, looped like some lyrics that put the name of the artist on the tip of Candy's tongue. She rubbed Sally's shoulders while her mind worked. Then, click-click, pieces started snapping together. Faintly at first, she heard voices from the past, but they grew louder and louder. Sandra and John were fighting. They did that a lot before Sandra died. That was when she heard it, John was yelling. "That fuckin' redhead..."

"Sally, what happened? Did you do something to him?"

"Me?" Sally whirled around on the chair and looked up. "Did I do something?"

"He still has that password after this much time," Candy said. "You must have pissed him off. Is that why you left because of something with John?"

"No!" Sally paused and took several slow, deep breaths. "No, I left because there wasn't anything here for me. You were here with them, with Gloria, and I had to go."

"We were only twenty minutes away from each other."

"No, Candy, there was no we. You were here with them, and it was just me. It was lonely without you.

"But, ah, you and Bobby, I thought you were mad because I wanted to keep my baby, and I needed help... needed Sandra's help."

"I know, and she helped you," Sally said. "That was smart, it was, but I missed you. We shared a room, slept in the same bed our whole life. I know, I had boyfriends and wasn't the best sister or role model, but I loved you, love being with you. Baby, I had to go, I had to."

"I'm sorry, so sorry."

"You didn't do anything wrong. You wanted the best for Gloria, and as much as I wanted to help you raise her, what could I have done for you? You did what you needed to do, and I did what I had to do." Sally stood and kissed Candy's forehead. "It's the past, let it be.

She had been mad all this time because Sally left her alone. "You wanted to help me raise Gloria?"

"Of course I wanted to help you," Sally said. "It was our dream ever since we first played with dolls."

"Fuck, Sally, fuck. Why? I don't understand why you left or why you didn't keep Darlene."

"Don't call her that." In an instant, Sally's face was crimson. "Her name is Angela, Angel. She was my little angel."

Sad tears poured down Candy's cheeks, yet she was furious. "How come I didn't know that Sally, what happened? Why did you change your mind? God, there's so much I don't know... don't understand.

Sally turned away from her. "I had to. I couldn't take her. As bad as it was for me, can you imagine if I had taken my baby with me?"

"But you didn't know you were leaving? You didn't leave until-"

"Not now," Sally said. "It's not something I want to think about now. Can we leave, get out of here? Get something to eat? It'll take a while to copy all the files. We can leave it."

"Fine, sure, okay." Candy turned in a circle as if she'd lost something. Bad things, Candy thought, no, horrible things had happened. She was going to puke. "Yeah, let's go, go get something."

Evan had driven around aimlessly, hoping Cindy would change her mind and call him. He also considered his other options. There was that standing invitation at Ms. Style's or the creek. Maybe Rhina would show up and put on another show for him? That would be a great distraction. There was always Jason's house, but Evan didn't think he was ready for that. The only person more immoral that himself would want to talk about sister f-His phone chirped, and Evan got excited.

That's unusual, Evan thought. The text was from Rebecca, and it had nothing to do with Deana. "Come to the back gate." That was very suspicious. He thought about the kiss Rebecca gave him earlier when Deana wasn't looking and wondered if the tumbler was up to no good. Of course she was, they both had been up to something, but Deana would be there, so he had nothing to worry about.

The tumbler had mentioned that bikini she wore while he felt up her ass with Deana standing a few feet away. And, it was Rebecca's plan that had him making out with Deana in the car. The words to an ancient song popped into Evan's mind, "I run to the edge, I look, I see, I fall." Oh well, it's not like I can do anything for Cindy now, might as well take my chances. Tumbling, bouncing and banging had to be better than playing with fire at the ballpark. Mm, maybe she'll do a handstand?

At Rebecca's, Evan told himself to stop thinking about a threesome. Deana would never let him fuck her best friend and lover, even if the tumbler wanted it. He grabbed the top of the privacy fence and jumped up three times, peeking over. Jackpot, two girls, both laying on towels, wearing tiny bikinis. Their skin glistened under a sheen of slippery lotion. Evan opened the gate carefully, prepared to stop at the slightest squeak. Nothing, good, he thought and latched the gate, flicking the locking mechanism into place. They seemed to be asleep, so he walked as if the grass underfoot might wake them.