SEDUCING MY SISTER'S FIANCE

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Esther's POV

I was lying on the bed when my phone rang. It was Will.

"How is it there?" he asked through the phone. 

"Boring," I answered with a single word. There is no other word to describe my situation.

"You are fine, right?" He was always worried about me.

"Fine, man. But maybe I will be back soon. I can't stand here until her marriage," I said.

"No. It will look like you are timid and ran away from her," he said.

"I am not timid." I was annoyed.

"Show them." He was the one I could count on.

"I will." This marriage is not going to happen. I won't let it. Wait, Sara, you have to pay big.

We chatted for a while and hung up.

I lay on the bed. I heard a cry. It was me, a young Esther. I was crying with my mouth covered in the same room.

"Esther, clean the house before leaving," Lucy said to ten-year-old Esther. Lucy had held a party with her friends here last night.

I had class, but there was no other option. I took the mop and started cleaning. There was vomit. It smelled of alcohol. She made me clean up everything. But it was late.

"Where are you going?" she asked me as I ran through the stairs.

"To take a shower," I said. There was no time to answer. I ran to my room. But it was locked.

"Mom, it is locked," I said.

"How many times have I told you not to call me mom?" she said. She doesn't like me calling her mom. Then, if I call her Lucy in front of my dad, he scolds me, and then she acts all crying. She cries that I can't accept her.

"And the door is not going to open. If you want to go, then leave like this, or you can be absent for today," she said. I have already taken many days off for her.

So I ran to my school. My brothers and sister had already left. The students don't like to sit near me. I sat alone in the corner.

It was lunchtime. I didn't have breakfast, and my stomach was growling. I had no money with me, so I went to my brother.

I took a shower in the school bathroom and splashed water on my uniform. I went to Eric. He saw me but then ran to the opposite side. He had warned me not to try to talk to him in school.

I reached Elijah's classroom. It was far from mine. A guy came out of the room.

"Excuse me," I said, stopping him.

"Yes," he said, looking at me.

"Can you call Elijah Fortis? I am his sister," I said to him. He analyzed me and looked inside the classroom.

"Elijah, your sister is calling," he said.

Eli came outside with a smile, but it faded when his eyes fell on me. He was expecting Sara. Her class is near his. She was a queen bee. She focused more on her appearance. I don't have time for it.

"She is not my sister," he said, walking back to the class at the same speed.

"If she is not your sister, then can I have some fun with her?" the guy asked to my brother. He shook his head in approval.

"Are you calling rich boys your brothers?" the guy asked as he stepped in front of me.

"No?" My voice barely came out.

"Everyone in the school knows that he and Eric have one sister, and it is Sara," he said as he walked towards me. I took a step back. I don't want to answer.

"Do you want one more brother?" he asked. I was ready to leave, but he pulled my hand away.

"You can consider me your brother," the guy said as he gripped my hand. It started hurting.

"Then how do you show your love to your brother?" he asked as he put his finger on his chin.

"Idea!! Hug me tight, and then kiss me." He had an evil smile on his face and walked towards me.

I looked around. There was no one to help me. I stepped back and fell to the floor. The iron on the side cut my flesh. I yelled with pain. He knelt on the ground.

"Oh, my sister fell down. Let me help you carry you to the room." His evil smile was still on his face. He was going to touch me. I looked for Elijah, but he watched everything from a distance.

I closed my eyes. There was a huge thud. I opened my eyes to see Tommy kick him. Tommy was my boyfriend. I don't think I have time to play this love game. I got him before Sara came into the picture. At that time, I was not worried about anything. He was in Elijah's class, his best friend.

Tommy helped me get up from the floor.

"Es, what are you doing here?" he asked. He was the only person who asked about my well-being, and sometimes he saved me in such situations.

"I am fine," I didn't want to explain this to him.

I went back to my class with Tommy's help. I sat in my remaining class in pain.

I reached home with a killing stomach. I ran to the kitchen, hoping there would be something, but everything was empty.

There were some vegetables and bread. I made two sandwiches. Then nature called me. I went to the toilet and ran with an empty stomach that had a cut on it. But God was not on my side.

The plates were empty. Eric took the two sandwiches. He gave one to Sara.

"Eric, it is my sandwich." I usually don't fight over food, but I am starving now.

"And?" he asked. "You don't like sandwiches, so why are you taking them? I haven't had anything since last night."

He swallowed the sandwich. Sara and Eric had dinner outside, but they still had to steal my food too.

Eric went to his room after giving Sara a kiss on the forehead.

"Are you hungry?" she asked me.

"Yeah." I hope there is something to eat.

"Take this," she said, showing me her sandwich. I ran to her side, but she dropped it on the ground.

I looked at her face.

"It's okay; take it," she said. I sat on the floor. If I didn't have this, then there would be nothing to eat tonight. I was going to pick up the sandwich that was on the floor, but she crushed it with her foot.

I looked at her in pain. The value of hunger She removed her sandal. "Clean my sandal," she said, and then she went to her room.

I had to drink water to stop my grumbling stomach. Then it became normal. My stomach became small.

End of the memory.

If my mom were alive, I wouldn't have to face all of this. I drifted to sleep.

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