Bound By Sin

"Get The Fuck Out Of My Room."

The silence in the house was suffocating after Anastasia's stormy exit an hour earlier. Genevieve sat on her bed, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, trying to calm the furious storm of emotions swirling inside her. But even the quiet felt heavy, like it was waiting for something to break. She hadn't wanted to fight with Anastasia, but the stress and fear hanging over the town had infected everything, turning every conversation into a powder keg waiting to explode.

Genevieve had barely begun to process everything when her door flew open again with a loud bang. She jumped, her heart skipping a beat as she saw Anastasia charging into the room for the second time that night, her face set in a hard, furious expression.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Anastasia spat, standing in the doorway, her arms crossed. She wasn't just frustrated now—she was livid. "Are you seriously still fucking sitting here like nothing's happening?"

Genevieve shot her a sharp glare, her own anger immediately bubbling back up. "What are you doing here again? Didn't you get enough of a fucking lecture in earlier? I told you, I'm not going to turn my back on Nicholas just because you've got some half-baked fucking theory in your head."

Anastasia stepped into the room, her eyes blazing. "Half-baked? Half-baked? You saw him with fucking blood on his hands, Genevieve! What more do you need? A written confession? And you're still just sitting here, acting like none of this is real. How can you be this fucking stupid?"

Genevieve felt her face flush with anger. "Don't you dare call me stupid, Anastasia! You think you're so smart because you want to run to the police like some kind of hero, but you don't know anything! You don't know him like I do! So stop acting like you're some detective on a fucking crime show."

Anastasia let out a harsh laugh, her tone biting. "Oh, please, Genevieve. You're seriously going to sit here and act like you know him? Like that's going to save your ass when he finally loses it and fucking kills you too? You're so busy being his little lapdog that you can't even see the fucking danger you're in!"

Genevieve's fists clenched at her sides, her whole body trembling with fury. "You're such a bitch, you know that? You think you can just come in here, scream at me, and call me an idiot because I don't agree with you? Get over yourself! You're not some goddamn fucking genius because you're paranoid. Maybe you should be the one getting help!"

Anastasia's face twisted into an ugly sneer. "Oh, I'm the one who needs help? You're the one playing babysitter to a fucking murderer, and I'm the one who's crazy? Get real, Genevieve. Everyone sees it but you. You're so fucking delusional, clinging to this idea that he's innocent when everything is right in front of you. You're going to get someone fucking killed!"

Genevieve took a step toward her, her voice rising. "You don't know shit, Anastasia! You're just scared, and you want someone to blame. It's fucking pathetic! Nicholas isn't some psycho, and I'm not going to let you ruin his life just because you're too chickenshit to deal with what's actually going on."

Anastasia's eyes narrowed, her voice dripping with venom. "You're so fucking blind. I swear to God, you're going to get us all killed because you're too fucking soft to do the right thing. Do you even care about anyone else, or is your little fucking crush on Nicholas the only thing that matters to you?"

Genevieve's jaw clenched, her hands shaking with rage. "Don't you dare talk to me like that. This has nothing to do with a fucking crush, Anastasia. I care about people. I care about my friends. Unlike you, I'm not about to throw someone under the bus without knowing all the facts."

"Oh, give me a break!" Anastasia snapped, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're so noble, aren't you? So fucking righteous, sitting here pretending you're some kind of saint because you don't want to turn in your precious fucking friend. Well, guess what? He's probably out there right now, plotting who he's going to fucking kill next, and you're just sitting here twiddling your thumbs like a fucking idiot."

Genevieve felt like she was going to explode. "You're so fucking full of yourself. You don't know anything about what's happening, and you're acting like you've got it all figured out. Maybe you're just projecting, Ana. Maybe you're the one who's fucking losing it."

Anastasia stepped closer, her voice a low, dangerous hiss. "Keep talking, Genevieve. Keep pretending that you're in control, that you know what's going on. But when the next person ends up dead, that blood's going to be on your hands. And you're going to wish you had listened to me."

Genevieve's heart pounded in her chest, her breathing ragged as she glared at her sister, every nerve in her body vibrating with fury. She didn't want to admit it, but Anastasia's words were getting to her, twisting her insides with guilt and fear.

But she wasn't going to let Anastasia bully her into doing something she wasn't ready to do.

"Get the fuck out of my room," Genevieve spat, her voice trembling with rage.

Anastasia stared at her, her mouth twisted into a bitter sneer. She let out a harsh, mocking laugh, shaking her head.

"Fine. Sit here and play dumb, Genevieve. But when shit goes down, don't say I didn't warn you." She scoffed, her voice full of contempt as she turned and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

Genevieve stood there, shaking with anger, her fists still clenched at her sides. The room seemed to spin around her, the weight of the fight pressing down on her chest, suffocating her. She felt like she was going to scream, to break apart at the seams.

But instead, she sank back onto her bed, burying her face in her hands, tears burning in her eyes.

Everything felt like it was spiraling out of control, and she didn't know how to stop it.