Sister, Sister
She was perched at the edge of her bed, filing her fingernails, not fazed when her door slammed shut or when I slid the bolt home.
It was like in the movies where the villain was unperturbed because they were expecting the hero. The only problem was that I was no hero. Just a pathetic, delusional, naive girl who thought that her crush would pick her over her attractive, larger-than-life sister. I wanted to turn away and leave but I killed the thought.
Luc looked at me via side eye. A slow, eerie smile creeped across her glossy lips. "Puppet," she sighed. And I knew that she knew. That was when I realised that I hated her.
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