Semua Bab Ex-Periment: Fake-Dating My Sister's Ex: Bab 51 - Bab 60

RyanThe ride to New York is a long one.I know it takes me not more than the usual two to three hours to get there or even less because of the lack of traffic but it feels so much longer as I drive away from Tiara to Ciara to have what might turn out to be the worst conversation of my life.Like I said earlier, maybe I should be happy about this. To be honest, guiltily, I feel some kind of weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I never once regretted the incoming of a child and I was willing and ready to accept it as long as it is mine – and I believed the child was mine – but then two at a time?PhewDamn, I think I just dodged a bullet with that one because that can never turn out to be good.I mean, what kind of jerk puts a baby in two sisters?My fingers drum on my steering wheel as I wait for a red light to turn green. I can’t wait for all these to be over so I can go back to Tiara’s waiting arms because I sure as hell will need the recluse of her warmth after everything.My h

TiaraThe salty scent of the beach fills my nostrils as I walk, loving the breeze on my face.It is a cold spring night, and I curse for not bringing a coat or jacket to add to my casual dressing of flannel trousers and a sweater before leaving the house and coming down here to stroll along the beach. My gaze travels over the short distance to the house and I groan dramatically.I’ll just have to ride out the cold until I decide to leave.Against all earlier odds, today turned out to be great.Like the-best-thing-that-could-ever-happen kind of great.Not aiming at being smug but I got the man in the end, even though this felt like more like a beginning than an end, , and although I got hurt in the scuffle, well I did come out with the best end of the deal.And what is a victory anyway, without the battle scars?Agreed, I can’t help but feel bad for Ciara. I’ve always felt bad when I thought of our love triangle like somehow I am in the wrong. And I might have been too. He was her man

Ciara“She is being diagnosed with NPD. It’s not that rare of a case but it is as severe as any other disorder out there, maybe even more.”I remember the conversation like it was yesterday.I was ten years old and I remember being really glad my parents accompanied me to my therapist’s that day. It was one of the trips we went without Tiara and I was super pumped that she had to stay alone with boring old Mrs. Fisher, our live-in sitter at the time.My mother had squinted her eyes at the doctor while my father remained calm like he’ll rather be anywhere else in the world than here, listening to some boring ass therapist.I felt exactly the same way.“What is that?” my mother asked, “What does NPD even mean?”“Well,” my therapist adjusted her glasses like someone about to give a very educated, very important but also very boring lecture. “The word, NPD is an acronym for “Narcissistic Personality Disorder” and it is categorized in most cases by a need for control, and,” she starts tick

Ryan”Fifty bucks, she fell asleep and forgot to text you,” Jackson comments from the backseat, “I mean she is human after all. We do a lot of things we haven’t done before.”“I’m not taking a bet on the safety of my best friend, Jack,” Melody shoots at him.“Safety? I mean,” Jackson shrugs, “she could literally be asleep right now, and this road trip would all be for nothing. We can just take a swing from here right now to Connecticut. I know a guy with a club that can let us—”Melody shoots daggers at him that shuts him down.He clears his throat. “Have you tried calling her again at least? I mean it’s past dawn now.”True to his words the morning sun is trickling through the open windows into the car, the warm rays, doing nothing to uplift the coldness that has settled in my guts.I’ve forgotten that Jackson asked a question until Melody speaks up again, “She is still not picking up. It’s dawn already, Tee is a morning person. She should have been up by now. And if she isn’t, then

Tiara“Hello, sister.”My throat tightens as the voice registers in my foggy brain.I blink, trying to block the too bright sun rays away from eyes in that single moment.Ciara moves a bit to her right so that she stands directly in front of the sun streaming through the window, shielding me and revealing her sneering face to me at the same time.I gasp. Somehow, I still held doubt in my head even after I heard her voice. Somehow, I thought I had been hallucinating things. But seeing her confirms that she is really here, and not just some figment of my own imaginations.“Ciara? What the fuck?” I say, even though panic is tearing at my heart.This is wrong.So wrong. Surely, the hit to my head was more than I gave it credit for because now I am seeing things.Because Ciara? Yes she hates my guts but this is just . . . extreme.I try to get up to my feet to meet her gaze because the sun behind her is illuminating her features, blocking it so I know it is her but her face is kind of part