Brutal some might say, cruel to others. Aphrodite was none of those of course, just the best at what she did with no shame. Named after a Greek goddess obviously she was going to be a narcissistic bitch willing to do anything to get her way no matte...
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My phone felt as if it was burning my hand as I stared at the recent text.
Now, 'We need to talk' can mean a lot of different things.
Maybe it's a 'I'm throwing you a surprise party 6 months early!' Kind of we need to talk.
Or it could be from the last person you would ever want to talk to again, your sister. I know, I know, you're supposed to love your sister more than anything because she's family and that's the best you can get right? Wrong.
She is hell on earth. The most selfish bitch you'll ever meet in your life. I should've finished the job when I had the chance, twisting the knife and pulling it out to watch her bleed out with my own eyes. Hell, I would've risked getting caught just to watch her life drain from her eyes.
It sounded a lot more brutal than I had meant for it to, but isn't that what's to expect when it came to my sister and I?
I mean my parents had to know what they were doing, naming their daughters Aphrodite and Athena. It's like their way of giving us a life sentence of hell. And not to mention she's a Taurus who deserves nothing good in the world.
I didn't want to talk to her. I wasn't going to either. Anything she needed she could handle her self, she wasn't my responsibility anymore.
It was ridiculous that she thought she could still do this to me.
The one night no one was home was the night I needed someone the most. My skin was feeling hot as random thoughts ran through my head. I got up to rinse my face with cool water thinking that would help, but it didn't stop the thoughts from running through my mind.
Did she find him? Did he find her? Is she doing the same thing I did when I was her age?
I shouldn't care, but with her only being few years younger than me and was only a few years older than the age everything went to shit it I couldn't not. No matter how much I hated my sister I would never want her to go through the same shit I did in my teenage years. I was stupid, but I hoped my parents could at least save one kid before it was too late.
This was stupid. I should've went on with my night and tried to ignore my racing heart and thoughts. The rational part of my head told me to leave her on seen, but I found myself texting her I would met her at our parents place house tomorrow morning.
They moved here when I needed to get out of the place that haunted me, not wanting me to be alone when I was obviously in a fragile state. I don't know why they still cared so much about me, after getting cursed out by their teenage daughter, having her run away with someone eight years older than her, get fucking emancipated, then show up on their door step bloody and bruised they still opened their arms up every time I needed them.
I get it, I should've been grateful that I had two loving parents that was willing to move across the country for me and I am, I just don't want everything handed to me. Maybe it was the guilt I still had, but I payed for everything I owned by working my ass off.
