April 27th

Chapter 21

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Twenty-One

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"Move!" Paige prompted, nearly pushing April into the wall beside them.

April quickly held on to it to steady herself before turning around. "Paige, my feet hurt. We've been walking for almost an hour. She's not out here."

Paige pushed her hair behind her ear and looked round the open beach. April was right, there was nobody around them. "I'm just worried about Amanda, okay? I know you hate her but she's our sister, too."

"I don't hate her, in fact it's the other way around. Why would you even think that?"

The blonde shrugged and stopped paused by the shore. "If you don't hate her, then why are you always making her feel unwelcome?"

April took a step back, forcing herself to ignore the warm glow of the sun out here. "I'm what now?"

"It's what she told me."

April rolled her eyes. Of course, it'd be April's fault that Amanda had trouble fitting in. "She doesn't know what she's talking about."

"You know, I don't really get the point of your beef. I mean what's more interesting on a vacation than spending time together?"

April shrugged. "Amanda's making this look like it's all my fault that she can't fit in here."

"She's always like that."

"No, it's worse. She's been riding my ass ever since we got here. If I'm not apologizing for one thing, it's another thing." It was frustrating, to say the least. They changed paths and continued to thread the sand in the direction of Javier's beach house, which should've been empty, since everyone was in their house for the party.

"Is the door open?" Paige asked, pointing. April nodded and grabbed her sister's hand to pull her closer. The door was indeed wedged open by someone's flipflop, so they slid it open and went inside.

"Who do you think is—"

"Fuck off!" Someone screamed from inside.

April's hands flew to her ears as the sound of glass shattering echoed through the empty house. She turned to Paige, her eyes were round as baseballs. "What was that?"

"I hope nobody's dead yet," She answered, fueling her steps toward the kitchen.

"You're a fucking lunatic!" Amanda's voice rang through again, prompting both April and Paige to hasten their footsteps.

"I'm the lunatic now? You're the one sneaking behind my back to-"

The door swung wildly on its hinges, cutting Malia off from speech. April's jaw almost dropped as Amanda wrenched her hair free of the older girl's grip and scurried over to their side of the room.

The whole kitchen was a mess of flour, scattered pots and pans, and of course, the pieces of the glass jug that Malia had just shattered. The remains of the handle was still clutched in her left hand.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Paige screamed, pushing past April to grab Amanda's hand. "Are you crazy?!"

Malia chuckled. "Crazy," she repeated calmly, nodding her head. "Maybe I am crazy, yeah...but what else would I be after I've caught that-" she paused to hurl the remaining piece of glass towards the door. Amanda squealed as it missed her head and collided with the wall, shattering into smithereens. "I caught that slut with my boyfriend."