Falling For Sue Ellen

“My mom really loved the movie Don’t Tell Mom The Babysitter’s Dead with Christina Applegate. She watched it every day while she was pregnant with my twin and me. She needed another double name so that I’d match my siblings.”

“Double names?”

“Yep. Ford Colvert, Sadie Mae, Millie Kay, Pixie Jo.”

“Interesting. Do you have a middle name?”

“Cady,” I tell him. “You?”

“Harvey,” he says. “So, Sue Ellen Cady Cole has a nice ring to it. Don’t you agree?” I smile.

“It does. It flows well,” I say.

“In case you’re not catching my drift, I love you too and I want to marry you.”

“You don’t think it’s crazy?” I ask, freaking out on the inside. He fucking loves me after two hours! This is the shit movies are made of and it’s happening to me. I can’t believe it’s with someone like him though.

“Does time matter when it comes to love?” he asks before kissing me again. He tastes like my pussy and fuck if that doesn’t make me wetter.

“No, I guess it doesn’t.”

Chapter Four

Elliott

All morning long, I take her over and over. She’s the best fucking thing to ever happen to me and I know it. Late in the afternoon, she’s finally asleep and I know she needs it. I hold her against my chest, playing with her soft hair until my cell phone rings from my sweatpants pocket. I had gotten such a good deal on the room, that I didn’t realize I was booking Thanksgiving until it was too late. Good thing too, my parents decided to go to my older brother, Eddie’s, place this year. My sister-in-law just had their first baby and my mom couldn’t wait to get her hands on EJ.

“Cherry? What’s wrong?” I whisper answering my youngest sister’s call. She’s eighteen and supposed to be at work.

“My car broke down less than a mile from your hotel. I got off work early and you said I could come.”

“Cherry, I told you that piece of shit wasn’t safe. I’ll get my truck and come find you,” I tell her.

“Okay. Please hurry. It’s really starting to snow.”

Perfect, I think hanging up the phone.

“Is everything okay?” Sue Ellen asks sleepily.

“Yeah. Go back to sleep. My little sister’s car broke down on the main road.”

“Oh fuck. Let me get dressed. My car is closer, and we don’t have to wait on valet.” She’s out of bed and dressed in seconds. I pull my clothes back on and pull her into my arms in order to kiss her. Taste her again. Fuck, I could do that all damn day. “We should go. It’s really coming down out there,” she says grabbing her purse and keys. “Skiing will be amazing tomorrow,” she says as I climb into the passenger seat of her supped-up Jeep Cherokee.

“I agree,” I say. She slows down as we reach the main road. It hasn’t been plowed yet.

“What kind of car does your sister drive?”

“A white Hyundai. The damn thing is older than she is,” I say as she slows the car to a complete stop. Cherry’s car is upside down in a ditch and she’s nowhere to be found. We get out of the car and search frantically. “Cherry,” I shout but there’s no answer. She has to be okay. I just talked to her. Grabbing my phone, I call her back. She answers on the first ring.

“Cherry. Where are you. What happened to your car? Are you alright?” I ask her frantic.

“El, calm down. That happened after. I wasn’t in the car. There’s a truck down the embankment. The driver is unconscious, but I have him.”

“What do you mean you have him?” I ask her.

“I drug him out of the car. We need an ambulance.”

“Alright. Can you get back up here?” I ask.

“I’m gonna wait with him in case he wakes up. I can’t leave him. I can’t explain it,” she says near tears.

“Alright,” I tell her. Once Cherry has made her mind up about something, there’s no changing it. While I am on the phone with her, I hear Sue Ellen talking on her own phone, when she hangs up, she turns to me.

“The ambulance could take a few hours, but only if they can make it up the mountain,” she says. Shit, I didn’t think about that, so a new plan begins to form.

“We have to help them now. The snow is really coming down,” I say as we are not only pelted with snow but chunks of ice.

“Yeah, I don’t think we should wait,” she replies.

Going over to the edge of the road, I see where the truck has gone through the guardrail and over. There is a lake or a river far down below, but the truck has landed on a cliff. I see Cherry huddled over the driver, who is propped up against a tree. He doesn’t appear to be moving.