We are not sisters

"What the fuck! Do these people know who they are playing with?" Cameron re-watched the video of how he was behaving for the sixth time.

I smiled, watching from over his shoulder, glad that the waitress took my advice and sold the video the very next day.

"I will ruin that ugly bitch. Make sure she lives worse than a bum."

I sighed, walking around the sofa to sit beside him, and kicking my legs up on the table.

"Why the fuck do you look so happy?"

"I think you got what you deserve. You can't treat people like shit and expect them to just take it."

Cameron gripped my thigh, giving it a hard squeeze.

"Take your hand off me!"

Cameron did, but he grabbed me in my hair, yanking my head back.

"Listen, I let it slide when you embarrassed me in that diner. I'm not going to let this remark of yours go now. You are nothing but a lowly bitch, so you wouldn't know anything. People like you don't have shit to even know."

I elbowed Cameron in the face, causing his nose to bleed.

"No Cameron, you do