What is the opposite of a good person?
I'll tell you.
His name was Felix Montgomery.
Everything about that man screamed "bad". And not in a Wattpad smut story way, in an actual degrading way.
Felix was my next door and Miles' step brother. His dad had married Miles' mom four years back, after successfully building his business empire over our town and surprisingly, moved into her house with his son. And since then, Felix had become the black sheep of the household, where nobody except Miles' mom took pity upon him.
What Mrs. Montgomery didn't know was that people like Felix were parasites. They manifested themselves in places and stuck to them, leaving them hollowed inside out once they were done.
Felix was the worst kind of parasite.
My parents always had me and my sister maintain a safe distance from him, because of how much he indulged in drinking and raving. But unlike me who strictly hated the stench of alcohol, my sister Maeve seemed to be attracted to the same. Not only was she obsessed with Felix Montgomery, she would often go out of her way to be noticed by him.
The day I turned 15, Maeve told me about her little crush on the man-whore.
And god I wish, she hadn't. Cause for me, ignorance is truly always a bliss.
For two excruciating years, I had to watch her go above and beyond to make him notice her, to have clandestine meetings under the moonlight and what not. I had to pretend I didn't hear her sneak out every night just to get a glimpse of his crooked smile. She was drunk in love and he was her muse.
It was pathetic to me but she insisted that she could "fix" him.
Side note: why are women so interested in doing that?
I watched her change in milliseconds. The once bright student with the greatest potential in our family turned into a girl whose eyes held more eyebags than dreams. She became hollow as the days passed by.
Felix and her were never actually in a relationship. He flirted with her occasionally, whenever he was bored or didn't have a drug-buddie to mingle with and she accepted his advances each time with open arms. His usual charms persisted around the months between halloween and christmas and once that was over, he would revert back to ignoring her and she would revert back to obsessing over why he didn't want her anymore.
It made me sad more than angry.
Growing up, Maeve and I were always pittied against each other to compete. Our parents wanted to see who could handle more pressure. But what they didn't know was that Maeve was already a genius. She didn't have to work hard to get medals. She finessed her way through exams, was never bothered by how difficult the art exams were, and could speak in public without feeling a knot in her stomach.
I envied her. So much.
She could have everything in the palm of her hands if she just wished for them. I, on the other hand, had to work hard for everything I wanted. I had to sit at the table for extra hours just to get the syllabus inside my head while she only studied for one hour before every exam and got As in every exam. I practiced ballet every day while she just 'had' the perfect body posture. I struggled with being open with people while she could charm her way out of a crime.
She was always the better sibling. The better version of me.
And even though she often made me feel inferior, I still loved her with all my heart.
We were inseparable, each other's strongest confidants.
But what I didn't know then was.... betrayal always seemed to come from the ones you trust most.
