A sigh fell from her lips as we sat on the rooftop, gazing at the stars and sitting in complete silence. One of the many dates that went in vain, time and effort were wasted. Nothing but salty tears tasted. Things aren't supposed to be like this, my sister is supposed to be the one comforting her girlfriend instead of spending time with her friends on their anniversary. This cycle that we're in is so exhausting, and I get so fed up with it that sometimes I just can't help but think how low I would go for her.
"Where did I go wrong? Why is she doing this to me? Am I a bad girlfriend?" She looked at me with those eyes, those very eyes that I grew to love. Once filled with joy but now all I see is sadness within them. I just stared at her, unable to formulate an answer to her difficult questions. Where did she go wrong? Did my sister grew tired of her? Was it because she was too clingy? Or is she just one of the girls my sister had to choose from? How can I even answer her questions when I can't even answer my own?
My sister just doesn't realize how lucky she is to have someone like Roseanne, annd yet, she still chose to disregard her feelings. Chose partying over her girlfriend, make her a punching bag whenever she's drunk, give her orders like a servant and use her body like a slut. She doesn't see Roseanne as a girlfriend, she sees her as an instrument to satisfy her needs. A doll to entertain her when she's bored and to be disposed of every time she's done serving her purpose. She's gotten way out of line, there's not much that I can do. But I'll try, for her I'll try over and over again
I shook my head and pushed those thoughts aside "I'll talk to her" I mumbled and stood up offering my right hand to her.
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"Well hello to my beloved little sister! You told me you'd come to Irene's party, but I didn't see yo ass there last night. Vinnie and a bunch of other girls from university kept bugging me about you. You should've been there, it was sooo lit! Not to mention all the hot babes there" I just fiddled with my pencil as she continued to blabber about the oh so amazing party that I missed. "Oh and don't tell anyone, but I banged Jennie. You know, petite brunette, cat eyed girl from the cheerleading team" She whispered in my ear and I instantly snapped my pencil in half with how smug she looked right now. I grabbed her collar and lifted her up from her seat, the audacity of this woman. "So you had a good time fucking the hell outta another girl while your girlfriend cried her eyes out begging for your time and attention?!" I punched her so hard that her face hit the cold hard ground of our campus garden, she looked up at me with dirt stained cheeks but with a small smile plastered on her face
"So you wanna play huh?" As soon as she said those, I got tackled to the ground and felt punches coming from every direction. I couldn't do anything but to shield myself and wait for the perfect moment to strike. A few punches to the face and I finally got an opening, that's when I kicked her in the shin and elbowed her ribs causing her to groan out in pain. By now students started to encircle us, fishing out their phones, recording us and whispering to each other. But I didn't care, I stopped caring, I got on top of her and punched her repeatedly. "You bastard! You didn't even care about her feelings, how could you forget the most important day of your relationship! Do you hate her that much that you'd do this?!" as my punches grew stronger so did my voice. I was so mad, no, I was furious.
I felt pity and anger erupt from the deepest parts within me, I couldn't fathom the fact that a girl like Roseanne would be stuck to my bitch of a sister.
Heavy breaths and murmurs were heard, blood and flashes of light can be seen. "Get back to class all of you!" A voice cut through the air, a voice y/n knew all too well. Like a flock of birds scattering when people are nearby, the cohort of students immediately parted and went on with their classes. The power of the student council's president is truly something, she looked at the siblings, blood dominant in the scene. "Stop, please stop." She pleaded reaching her hand out to caress y/n's bruised cheek.
