Taylor and Victor

Chapter 37

Taylor

Taylor wouldn't waste her time somewhere else when she could solve her problem right away.

Maybe, that person – she – stopped seeking attention after what she has done. Maybe she realised her action did have consequences. But Taylor still couldn't stand her attitude when she'd probably know who Taylor was.

Among the crowded friends of her, Taylor grabbed her wrist and dragged her somewhere more quiet, ignoring the confusion she caused. Her friend is just asking, but every words speak out is another reasons for Taylor to abhor her from her very gut. She could be sure, everyone who messed with her sister, she'll give them back their prize, at least to satisfy herself.

"Shut up already," Taylor said, when they're in an empty hallway, with the irritation she had been keeping all the way.

"What's the matter with you?" Mia asked with her eyebrows furrowed. "My wrist hurts."

"Maybe you should be grateful only your hand hurts."

Mia looks at her, with her face filled with distress. When she was supposed to be more threatening than Taylor. But she knew she had more valid reasons to commit homicide than her. And all that made her become more mad at herself, when she was by her side all the time, watched all her moves, and none of them pointed to what she was supposed to know.

"You're acting weird," Mia worried.

"I just know what you did."

"What I've did?" Her voice was a mix of worries and confusion has not vanished. The one sounded so genuine that make Taylor became more frustrated with the act of her being nice.

"You knew my sister," she said. "Didn't you."

"What if I did?"

"Don't you be ashamed? We all know what I'm talking about."

Mia stopped for seconds, with her face hasn't changed but mixed up with hatred and uneasy feelings she found hard to spot. But her voice remains. "I don't know what you've seen, but it's not everything you should believe."

"So you assumed what I've seen?"

"Yes, from how you reacted."

"And you also assumed you didn't bully my sister just because you can, playing around and assaulting her?"

"No, I did all of it," Mia said with her unchanged attitude. "But I don't know what picture she built in front of you, it's not how I saw her. Paige was something you saw in the nightmare you can't escape."

"None of it justifies your action."

"She was a freaking living hell. I would have killed her by myself if she didn't get murder."

Words made her mind triggered, and the thought of her blood boiling became thicker. "Because she took all your spotlight?"

"It isn't relevant."

"It does. Wasn't your parents so heartbroken when she died? And your sister? While you were standing there, I thought they wouldn't mourn your death like they did. I hope you die in a painful, tedious death that nature arranged so you can't ever escape."

Her words were rough, raw, Taylor felt bad as soon as she spoke out. Not because she was so kind-hearted, she knew Mia looked up to her parents, knowing they're the same as her mother. But she couldn't hold back because of trying to be a nice person. She thought she could end her all at once.

One thing she didn't think about, is how vile Mia could be when she slapped her.

"You don't talk about them. Your sister is literally a screwed up slut who couldn't think straight. Her mind is like a mind of maniac that I should murder when I got chance."