I couldn't be stopped.
I would not be stopped.
The wild, angry animal within me that craved justice and thirsted for total revenge. Locked away for years in a cage forged with resistance and fear, it tore its way out, keyed up on hatred and vengeance. It wanted Karyn's blood on my hands and her head on a platter. Poked and prodded with insult upon insult for years and years, it would accept nothing less than a bloody end to my sister.
Every slap, every scratch, and every shake was a message - even the nicest person is capable of destruction when pushed too far.
That bitter, basic bitch did just that.
"Zara, no!" I heard Kaim's voice, but I paid no heed to it. I was too busy making my sister's face turn bright red. She covered her face in her hands, screaming out, demanding that I get off of her. Even as his arms wrapped around me, trying to pull me off her, I still refused to stop my assault. I wasn't having any of it. I was out for blood - Karyn's blood. "Enough, Zara! Enough! You have to stop!"
"Fuck you, Karyn!" I was a woman possessed. "Fuck you and your snippity attitude! Fuck you and your stupid ass wedding! Fuck you and your superiority complex! I'm so fucking sick of you and the way you fucking treat me, you heartless bitch! It's time I take you down a peg or ten! I'm going to fuck you up!"
"Get her off me!" she cried out, throwing our her arms in vain. "Get this fucking hippo off me!"
"Hippo?! I'll give you a hippo, bitch!" I grabbed both sides of her shoulders, shaking. It was about shaking some sense into her or shaking her into submission. I just wanted to hurt any way that I could. Her cries, getting louder and louder as time went on, told me I did just that. "Maybe I should crush your lungs, too! Get you to finally shut your damn mouth!"
"Zara, please!" My mother was hysterical - it only pissed me off more. Even when my sister so richly deserved, she was still all about Karyn. Gullible bitch! "Zara stop it! This is madness!"
"Fuck you both!" I was so far gone that I didn't care if I was using bad language with my mother. "She's madness! You're maddness! You're both a bunch of fucking loonies and I can't fucking stand either of you!"
"Easy, Zara! Easy!" I got in a few more smacks before Kaim forced me off her, keeping a firm hold even as a thrashed against him. I wasn't done beating the crap out of her - she wasn't black and blue enough. "You've got to stop this. You've got to stop."
"Let me go!" I growled, giving him quite the work out and not in a good way. "I'm not done tearing her apart! I'm not done fucking her up! Let me go!"
"Keep that bitch away from me!" My sister scrambled to the her feet, and I couldn't help but smirk at all bruises forming on her face. Good! Maybe each and everyone would remind her of how bad of idea it is to fuck with me from this point on. "You're crazy! You're lost your mind! You attacked me! You attacked my beautiful face!"
"That's not all I'll do to you, you miserable cunt!" I swiped at her, hoping my nails would catch onto a bit of skin. Karyn shrieked, jumping behind my mother. "You're a fucking piece of work, you know that?! Are your really that desperate to destroy me that you'd use a fashion show publicity photo to manipulate mom against me? Are you really that fucking evil?"
"You're insane, Zara!" Even after the mother of ass kickings, my sister still refused to take responsibility. "I'm going to have you arrested for assault! You've ruined everything! You're a jealous, fat, sweaty, disgusting pig who needs to be taken to the slaughterhouse!"
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