I fluttered my eyes open, feeling the soft mattress beneath hugging my body. My head was laid on a soft pillow, while my lower torso was covered in a blanket. When I flitted my eyes at the side of me, Lindsey sat at the edge of the bed. She looked remorseful, and her cheeks were saturated with tears. Her lashes were drenched, her eyes were puffy, and her nose was florid as if exhausted from ceaseless weeping.
When her gaze landed on me, I stared at her with a blank expression. I wasn't feeling the urge to budge and right after what happened during dinner, I didn't know how I would face her.
"What did you do?" I asked, feeling a little dizzy.
Her lips parted, and she was about to utter her excuse, but nothing came out. She seemed to be finding her words, as she avoided my eyes.
"You told them, didn't you?" I asked again.
She nodded reluctantly, and I scoffed in disappointment.
Unbelievable. She was the only person I thought I could trust with this secret, but she betrayed me. My own sister betrayed me. I didn't know what pushed her into telling them, or if she was persuaded by our parents, but whatever her reason was, it would be unacceptable. I knew the consequences that might come if I told them about this, that's why I chose not to let them know, for now. But it seemed like the tables were turned and the joke was on me. My sister--- who was supposed to understand and empathize with me-- became selfish. Why did she have to do that?
"All I could say is sorry," she responded, her tone was filled with guilt.
"How could you do this to me?"
Her betrayal pricked my heart, and the loudness of Dad's anger still lingered in my head. If only she was smart enough to think about what judgment Dad was capable of doing, then I wouldn't be forced to kill a child. An innocent little child who wouldn't get a chance to step in the world.
"I--" she stammered. "I don't have a choice." She shook her head.
"What did they tell you?" I gripped the fabric below me and clenched my jaw from anger.
It took her quite a few seconds before she answered, "It was all me."
As soon as she said that, my blood began to boil. I could feel the vein bulging on my head, and my nostrils flaring as I balled my hands to a fist. My head spun, mouth became hard, and my muscles tensed.
What should I even expect from her? She had done the same thing when we were little, just in different circumstances. I was wrong for giving my trust to her, again. I was too blinded by my own attachment to the wrong person and never expected they wouldn't change.
"Why?" I mumbled, trying to suppress my anger.
Though I knew the reason behind her betrayal, I wanted to hear it come out of her mouth, just as much as I wanted her to admit she was wrong.
"Because I--" she fumbled over her words as they barely came out of her mouth.
Tears streamed down her cheeks, a look of guilt swept across her face. I shifted from the bed, pulling myself up to sit upright but with my head throbbing unbearably, it was impossible. Wincing in pain, I plopped myself back and landed on the pillow.
"Because I was mad," she budged.
She wasn't mad, I concluded. She was jealous.
I remembered when we were little, Mom and Dad had given me a pair of ballet shoes as a Christmas present because they wanted me to take ballet class. Lindsey never mentioned about being fond of the same thing as I was, so they had given her art supplies instead. She detested me for that, no matter how close we were at that time. So she broke my shoes, and my parents became infuriated. They thought I was the one who broke it in half and called me ungrateful. She didn't own up to her mistake, not until I caught her stealing something in my room.
She never changed.
"Mad is an understatement." I scoffed, shaking my head in disbelief.
"You can't blame me, Kourtney," she reasoned out, causing my breathing to shallow and my pulse sped up. "Our parents always have their attention drawn to you. They never give me the treatment you were having."
"You're jealous," I remarked, my tone laced with resentment.
"I wasn't jealous," she protested. "I just wish that I was as good as you."
"That's jealousy," I said, as my eyebrows knitted together. "You will kill an innocent child, Lindsey. Because you're jealous."
She gulped. Her eyes hinted wariness, pursing her lips as if suppressing the sobs that were about to escape her mouth.
"I'm really sorry," she sniffled, wiping the tears with her hand.
I scooted away from her, removing the blanket wrapped around my lower torso.
"I'm done with you." I leaned closer to her before whispering, "go to hell."
And with that, I stormed out of the room and headed downstairs. Mom and Dad weren't around, and I took this chance to sneak out to meet Liam. He needed to know.
I was standing in front of their house, as I wrung my wrist and bit my bottom lip in nervousness. It was already nine at night, and darkness covered the surroundings. The gust of frigid wind engulfed me, causing my lips to chap and my hair at the nape of my neck to bristle. I was still on my pajamas, and the fabric seemed thinner than it was supposed to be as it did nothing to warm my freezing body.
A few press of the doorbell later, the door flew open and I was greeted by Liam standing in the doorframe. His brown hair was tousled, and his blue eyes were filled with wonder. With all my yearning and anticipation, I ran for him and wrapped both my arms around his shoulders as he did the same with my waist. The warmth of his body was enough to calm me down, and it felt as if I was already secured.
I sat on the couch of their living room, with my constant lip-biting and fidgeting hands. Liam had lit up the fireplace before us, as the warmth it emitted caused my mind to feel at ease. Thrusting my hands nearer to the fireplace, I rubbed them together and noticed Liam standing at the side of my eye. I flicked my eyes towards him, as he handed a glass of water to me."Thank you," I mumbled, taking it and chugged it down my throat."Is there something wrong?" Liam asked and settled on the seat beside me.I scoot over to make enough room for him, as I tugged a faint smile. The tears were welling in my eyes, and my chest was tightening. I gripped the glass I was holding, making my knuckles turn white."My mom and dad found out about my pregnancy," I blurted, a lump started to form in my throat as I gulped.Mom and Dad were never in favor of my relationship with Liam. Nevertheless, I still p
A few of the clinic's nurses went by in front of us, as I waited in the lobby with Emma beside me. Her hand held mine, as my knee bounced uncontrollably.I had no other people that would accompany me today but her. Mom and Dad were busy in their own agendas, while I detested being around Lindsey. I didn't even want to be close to her; it was making me sick. Emma was the best option at this moment.The nurses kept on throwing us strange glances. Their faces were plastered with plastic smiles, and their eyes trailed to us in judgment. Surely, teenagers being in an abortion center was such a strange thing to do. Even I found it peculiar, and I had no choice but to deal with it. And me being part of the Devaraux clan didn't only make them skeptical, but it made them scrutinize me even more that I wanted to gouge their eyeballs out. I just hoped nobody would recognize me."Are you sure you're really gonna do this?" Emma turned
Two weeks had gone by, and I used all those times to get myself collected before the school started on Monday. I'd been self-reflecting lately, as I continued to shake off the trauma I had these past few days. After what happened, my relationship with Mom and Dad drastically changed, and Lindsey was the reason behind it.I had been giving her a silent-treatment. I guess it was what she deserved after all, and I also didn't have some time to waste on her. She was now the center of attention— Mom and Dad were continuously praising her for little things she did as if it would affect me. That was what she wanted after all: attention. She deserved it. I would just watch her until she failed Mom and Dad and she would also be a disappointment.Earlier this morning, I contacted Emma so we could unwind this weekend. I invited her for some mani-pedi, hair treatment, and shopping spree. In that way, I could release all the stress the summer break had caused me and prepare f
I stared at Danny with my arms crossed above my chest and furrowed brows. He was sitting at the edge of the bed, while Emma stared at us with confusion drawn across her face."What happened to you?" I asked, my tone was filled with worry."I have to tell you something." He raked his hair with his large hand, as he rubbed the nape of his neck after. "I'm not sure how I'm going to say this.""Just speak up," Emma demanded.She was now wearing the gold-colored, bodycon dress with sleeves that reached to her wrists. Emma gazed at herself in the mirror, as her face lit up at the sight of her in a more comfortable dress.Looking back at Danny, I stared at him expectantly as he sighed in defeat."Me and Liam," he hesitated to budge, flicking his eyes everywhere around him, "we've had a fight."Danny and Liam barely had a fight, and if they did, it wouldn
The car window slid open, as I peered outside and spotted Emma, strutting towards my car. She held a stack of books in her arms, as her strawberry-blonde hair kept on cascading to her face. She was grimacing, and she seemed like she was dragging her feet along the pathway.I took the large sunglasses off my face, plopping it on the dashboard before opening the car door. Stepping outside, I smoothed the edges of my pleated, black skirt and approached Emma. She was in a haste and just before the books fell out if her brace, I caught it as she tugged a grateful smile."What happened to you?" I asked, grabbing some of the textbooks."Dad made me bring all these textbooks because I needed to study extra hard this time," she answered, her brows were furrowed together."Did you fail in eleventh grade?" I pulled the door of the passenger's seat open and flung the textbooks inside."Nope." She shut
"Hey," I greeted back, putting a hand behind my neck while staring at him.The feature that stood out to him the most was his radiant, emerald eyes and the specks of prominent freckles laying on the bridge of his nose. He had messy ginger hair and a smile that made the corner of his lips crinkle."Are you new here?" he asked, his British accent was thick."Yeah," I simply answered as he nodded in response. Ms. Sullivan's attention was focused on what she was scribbling on the board while the students behind her began to mumble. "What's your name?" I asked, a bit fascinated by him."Nicholas. And you?" He raised his brows and placed a textbook on his desk."Kourtney Devaraux," I responded, feeling the need to state my surname."I think I must've heard about you. But I'm not quite sure.""You heard about me from where?" I asked."News spread
Having to eat breakfast with my parents was a rare thing to happen. It felt odd, given the fact that I barely see them around in the morning. I was used to waking up with them not being around and, suddenly, sitting in front of them was unsettling.I held the spoon tight in my hand and dug it to my oatmeal. I bowed my head, not bothering to peer at them through my lashes."How's school?" Dad asked, as I almost jerked by his sudden budge.Gulping, I sat upright and reached for the glass of water. I drank it down my throat, as I stared at Lindsey who was now ready to boast."I made quite a good impression," she said, plastering a grin.I snickered, hiding my face away so my parents wouldn't notice. Lightly shaking my head, I leaned my back against the chair and cleared my throat."How about you, Kourtney?" Mom asked as she looked at me expectantly."Same as
I couldn't believe her. That fucking bitch always ruined everything for me, what else did she want? I just wanted to strangle her right now. My anger towards her was becoming worse every time, and I was starting to think she wasn't my sister anymore.My nose was flaring, and my teeth were baring from the emotion heightening me. It was beyond infuriating, and she was becoming less human at this point. She was the cause of these uncontrollable thuds in my chest and unbearable anger. I didn't know what to do with Lindsey. I didn't even know what was she trying to achieve by this. That fucking snake."Excuse me," I mumbled, turning on my heels and squeezing through the crowd.Bodies after bodies kept on colliding onto me as I continuously pushed them away. Once I reached the two massive doors, I swung them open and fastened my pace down the hall.It felt like my heart was going to fall out of my chest from ang