If Only || Descendants

If Only {7}

Chapter 7:
-Mal-
I have literally been sitting in the same place for 3 days. Drac has tried to get me to eat, but I just ignore him. He's also tried to speak to me, and I just stared at the wall in front of me.

"Come on, baby sis. Talk to me." he prodded for the umpteenth time.

Wait, he just call me baby sis?

"Okay, how about I tell you that you are NOT my brother. We are related by blood, but that is it. I have two brothers and neither of them are you. You left me with my power-infatuated mother all alone. Then you help my power-hungry mother take me away from my boyfriend who had just proposed to me a second before. What kind of brother does that? That is why you are not my brother." I ranted and turned back to silent Mal.

"Mal....I....I'm so sorry. But I need to tell you that I left for a reason. That's all I can tell you right now." he replied and got up from the chair in the corner of my old room.

I stood up and jumped on my crappy bed.

"Ugh, why does everything bad happen to me!" I groaned.

I heard the door open and shut.

"Oh, MAAAL!" my mother said in a sing-song voice.

"Hhmm?" I mumbled.

"Come on, get dressed. We have to complete some evil deeds today. I see you down stairs in ten." she commanded and left the room.

I groaned and pushed myself off the bed. I walked sluggishly across the room to a small wardrobe.

I looked through it and found something that I didn't think I even owned.

It was a blackish-navy croptop with lace hanging from it.

Right that second, I devised a plan.

I slipped the croptop on along with some black, ripped jeans. Then I grabbed a leather jacket and a pair of combat boots. Before leaving, I applied some red lipstick.

Today should be fun.

QOTC: Why do you think Dracul left when Mal was 14?