~Hidden emotions~ Dee x fem reader

Chapter 19

~chapter 19 : blinded by rage~

~Y/N's pov~

Oh fuck...

I look around, in hopes to find a way to stop Sarah from talking, but I can't; I'm being restrained, B/N is being restrained, and everyone has their phones out, recording the whole situation. In less words, we're fucked.

"Did you know, after Y/N over here beat me up, she broke my nose, and you don't understand how much money that costs to fix," Sarah starts. "Luckily for me though, I'm rich, so it wasn't much of a problem, but you still embarrassed me in front of a lot of people."

My eyes are fixated on the floor, but I watch her shoes as she walks closer to me at an alarmingly slow speed. Maybe it's for dramatic effect, but she looks stupid. I'm not going to say anything to her though. My snarky comments won't get me anywhere but further into my own grave in this situation.

She stops in front of me and lifts my chin with her hand so that I'm looking at her. The crowd around us all are conversing a lot less as they listen into Sarah's dramatic ass monologue, and recording the whole thing.

"After the show you put on the last time we had a little chit-chat, I didn't want to come into school. I knew I'd be getting stares and teased for the way you won the fight so easily. That's why I thought, why not take my revenge, but with what I do best? Sure you can fight, and you sure as hell are good at it, but guess what? I'm better at talking, so that's what I'll do. Like I've always said, words can hurt."

Damn, I don't know whether I should be concentrating on the fact that shits about to get crazy or that she's scripted a whole fucking speech. She's really mad huh?

"I'm sure you've all been waiting long enough. After all, who wouldn't want to know why some strange, foreign twins move into our school so far into the year?" She snarls, stepping away from me and facing the crowd. "You sure were the centre of attention for a while, even before you arrived in Russia people were taking interest in you both. That pissed me off, but you know, I was able to let it slide. I mean you were both having a hard time anyway. Who wouldn't after being the reason your very own mother had to experience such a painful death?"

The crowd erupts with conversation and my eyes widen. Isn't that shit confidential? How does she know that?

"What the fuck is-" I yell, but I'm cut off by the boy holding me back, grasping his hand over my mouth. My words are muffled.

I look towards B/N to make sure he's okay, but he looks traumatised. I haven't seen him look so upset since the death of our mother. He's just sat, staring at the floor wide-eyed with tears streaming down his face.

I know how he's feeling. He doesn't know what to do. He's completely lost and helpless. Plus, the judgy stares from the crowd don't go unnoticed by the both of us, but then again, I've had quite some practice in keeping my emotions hidden. B/N on the other hand is a wreck and it's eating me up on the inside.

"As you're probably all aware, in most relationships, arguments are bound to happen. This was something that happened in the L/N household about 5 months ago. However, someone got in the way of this argument, and caused Ms L/N to get overwhelmed. The poor woman just wanted to be left alone! Too bad Y/N wasn't able to do that. Sure her intentions probably weren't to cause her mother to walk into moving traffic, but we all make mistakes. Too bad Y/N's mistake was quite deadly."

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"Now I'm sure people have comforted you in order to make you feel better, as I'm sure the experience was quite traumatic, but that's not why I'm here. I'm here to help you face reality. The reality that maybe if you were a better daughter, you could have saved her, freak!"

FUCK YOU!

If you think I'm going to stand here and let this little snake belittle me, you've got another thing coming.

I'm quick to elbow the bastard restraining me in the face. He lets me go and moves his hands to his nose in order to relieve his pain, so I kick him in the balls which makes him fall to the floor.

I turn towards Sarah and the scared expression on her face is so punchable I just might do it.

I run at her and she gasps, ducking her head behind her arms to keep herself protected. This leaves an opening at her stomach and legs, so I punch her in the gut and sweep her legs from underneath her. She falls to the ground with a thud and a scream, as I climb on top of her, my legs tightly squeezing either side of her body, ensuring that she can't move.

I've got you now bitch and this is payback!

My left hand is clutching at her shirt tightly as I pull my right fist up, before bringing it back down onto her face. The force from my fist causes streaks of crimson blood to flow from her nose once again.

The satisfaction I feel from Sarah's face converting into one of immense pain, is enough to drive me crazy. It convinced me to hit her again, and again, until I'm repeatedly launching my fists towards her face.

Maybe I'm being unreasonable, but my emotions are overspilling again, but this time it's not making me weak. Instead of sadness, I'm nothing but rage. I might be taking it too far, I mean she's already knocked unconscious, but I can't bring myself to stop. All I can think about at this moment is ensuring that she feels my wrath and revenge after what she's done.

My fists just keep coming, and even if I can't see anyone, I'm sure people are too scared to intervene. Rightly so bitches!

Each of the knuckles on my right hand are ripped open, each one flowing with a mix of both mine and Sarah's blood. That and the fact that my nails are embedded into the palm of my hand, also drawing blood, is causing pain to shoot up my arm every time my fist makes contact with Sarah, but it's somehow satisfying.

What is wrong with me?

The boy who was holding me back earlier pulls me off and grabs my arms. He yells In my face, but I can't hear anything. The more he shouts, the tighter his grip on my wrist becomes.

I'm not weak! I headbut the boy and he falls to the ground once again.

He's sitting on the floor, holding his head in his hand, while I'm standing above him, my fists clenched and my eyes wide with fury.

~I step to the door and twist the door handle, slamming the door open. I see my mother sitting on the floor holding her cheek. My father is standing above her, fists clenched and eyes wide. ~

I'm...just like him. I'm a monster. I'm a monster. I'M A MONSTER!

Nonononono, I'm wearing my emotions on my sleeve again, I promised myself I would be nothing like him! Why did this have to happen?

I begin to breathe heavily, before I'm hit with an enormous amount of force and tumble to the ground. As soon as my head makes contact with the floor, my vision goes dark and I fall unconscious.

What have I done?

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