The Tyrants Queen

prt 2

She looked me up and down like I was a piece of shit. If anything she was the peice of shit for showing up out of the blue like this and here of all places.i mean she had only been gone for like 8 FRICKEN YEARS!

She left for college when she was 17 and just decided

You know  what I'm gonna ditch my lovely parents who cared and loved me all by life ,take their money and go off to Greece.

I remember she didn't have that ridiculous bright red hair that she had before ,when she said she didn't need us and was going to join a Greek empire or some stupid shit like that. Dont get me wrong people with red hair are goddesses but it made her look like a bootleg version of Ariel.When I saw her at the house her hair was in a big afro that was dyed brown.

which I gotta say didn't look that bad.but that doesn't take away from the fact that she is and always will be a biotch!

"What are you doing here" she said with a scowl on her face. I winced at the sound of her high picked and annoying voice.

She sounded like

You know that pick me girl  meme thats like "that is my real sneeze".She sounded like the annoying sneeze.

Diary, we already established I was high af so i had no control and what i thought was just bound come out.
So now we established that , I went and answered with..

"Shhhh bitch please don't speak your voice sounds like how metal tastes" ,while looking at her with a drunk smile.

At my comment the gurl turned red .I don't know how angry a grown black woman has to be to turn red but I swear she and the house were the same color.like gurl cant take a joke i mean it was the truth.

"How.DAR-

"Babe who's at the door" someone called from in the house before she could erupt like a volcano.Someone that sounded way too familiar.

Both our attentions snapped to Inside the house

A wicked smirk appeared on her b!tch looking face "why don't you come and look, babe" she replied in a cutesy voice batting her non existent eye lashes.

Footsteps followed as someone walked towards the door.

Soon they stopped and I was met with a man with blue eyes brown hair. It was Marcus, beside my sister,standing with his hand around her shoulder.They looked stupidly perfect .It really hurt me.
I would have been fine if it was someone i didnt know but for it to be my own sister.It stung and still stings like a direct knife to the heart.

"Oh it's you" he said scowling at me.

What do you mean ohh its you .like I'm the problem why are you hooking up with my sister do you plan to do my whole family tree, whats next my mom or  maybe even better my dad.

Ofc Thats not what I actually said ,its what I was thinking at that time.

What I actually said was
"M-Marcus.."yh I was a lost for words I couldn't articulate ,and nothing good was coming out.

I was gonna add more to that sentence but that bastard interupted me."listen Dia you shouldn't be here go back home". What did he mean that ugly red house was my home. He said it in a low tone like who did that guy think he was, batman.

Now ,that simple sentence made me spit some fire on a b!tch.

"Marcus what's that skank doing at our house!"it wasn't fire but it was way better than just saying
"M-Marcus".

"It's none of your business" he said raising his voice at me.

how dare he raise his voice at me sure I looked like a burned up swamp thang but behind the swamp thang appearance was an absolute queen who deserved respect.