|London|
(The Day Before)
"London stop give it back!" Paris yells as I take the doll from her.
"No this one is mine play with your own!" I yell back turning my back to her.
"You're being mean you idiot that one's mine!" She tackles me as I gasp at her insult. I push her off of me grabbing mud and rubbing it on her.
"You're the idiot and the meanie!" I grab more mud as she pushes me off on the ground and starts punching. From there a whole fight breaks out biting, punching, scratching, and occasional bad words.
Soon our dad rushes outside removing her as hot tears slide down my face. "What is going on here?!" Our dad's voice booms through the yard as he looks at the mess and blood. "London stole my doll and won't give it back!"
"Well I had it first! It's not even hers its mine!"
"No it's not you're just too stupid to realize it!" Paris butted in.
"Hey enough! You two are sisters nearly identical at that you shouldn't be fighting. Now what happened to sharing is caring?" Our dad asked me calmly suppressing his clear anger.
"Well I don't care! She's mean and a brat I don't care about her and never will!" I yell running away from them and into the house ignoring daddy's calls. I run into my bedroom shutting the door, locking it, and climbing on the bed clutching mommy's picture.
"I wish you were here." I sob quietly laying on the bed feeling my heartbreak. "He's always going to take her side. I feel so alone mommy he doesn't care about me anymore." I continued to cry until I couldn't anymore. I woke up later on that evening with a blood and tear stained pillow as I got off the bed. I walked to my connected bathroom and looked in the mirror. "Be tough." I whispered. "Be pretty." I washed my face. "Be a fighter." I breathed walking out of the bathroom and unlocking my bedroom door.
As soon as I open my door I look down the hallway to see Paris sitting by daddy's cracked door with a shocked expression. I walk over to her only to be immediately shushed and mouthed to listen.
"No babe I'm at home." Daddy's voice comes through the door in a cheerful tone as we peer in. "As sexy and pleasing as that would be I have to watch the girls." A pause, "They're fine. Had a fight earlier but they're fine baby...
Mmm I would love to see that especially in that skirt you know I like...
Don't worry honey we'll see each other sooner then you think I promise...
Never forget you're my everything, my queen, my heart, my soul, my babygirl...
Trust me I'll make you beg for it.." Daddy chuckles as Paris and I look at each other and then back into the room.
"Ok ok I know you have to go just stay safe babe...
I can't wait to see you either...
Ok bye I love you too Becky."
Our mouths drop as daddy ends the phone call and lays back on the bed. Paris grabs my arm and pulls me down the hall and into her room. My mouth was still hanging open while she paced the room.
"Who's Becky?" She asks while biting on her nails a nervous tick of hers. "What about mommy? What will happen to us? What will happen to our family?" She started to spew questions out.
"Hey calm down everything is going to be ok." I say more for me to her then her. I grab her shoulders bringing her over to her bed. "Nothing is going to happen we're ok. We just can't tell mommy," I say to her again as she begins to cry.
"But London everything is falling apart. Daddy is talking to other women, you hate me, and there are just too many secrets to keep." She cried on my shoulder.
"Paris I don't hate you I was just angry I didn't mean it, also mommy is very smart she will find out soon on her on, and what do you mean by secrets?" I questioned pulling her away from me.
"I have secrets London they're bad. Very very bad."
"Did you kill someone?"
"No."
"Then they're not so bad." Paris and I giggle, but just as soon as the air was lightening up it thickens again. Paris grabs my hand taking me into the bathroom. "I trust you." She says as she lifts her shirt and then her tank top to reveal red welt and open skin on the side of her body. I gasp as I stare at her side in pure terror.
"Does it hurt? How'd you get them? Does daddy know? Are there anymore?" I bombard her with questions as I reach out to touch her. She flinches away grabbing my hand in return. "Yes they hurt like crazy, but I don't know how to fix them. No one knows but you and it's going to stay that way." Paris says pulling her shirt back down on the raw skin.
"But Paris you can get seri-"
"But Paris nothing you have to promise me you won't tell. No pinky promise me you won't tell."
"I can't do that you're hurt!"
"Pinky promise me London that you'll keep my secret." Paris' eyes become ones of pleading as I try to fight against them.
"Fine you win." I breathe out, "but please at least try to tell someone other than me."
"I'll think about it."
"Ok." I stick out my pinky hesitantly as she wraps hers around mine and we chant.
"I cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye. Earth, water, wind, and air I declare a pinky swear!" We lean in kissing our thumbs and sealing the promise. Paris looks at me with a mischievous look in her eye. "What?" I ask with caution. "Common now you know the deal...now it's your turn to tell me something."
"Ok." I laugh, "That was really your doll I broke mine a month when I fed it to ugly Betty's dog. I rubbed your name off of yours and wrote mine."
"I KNEW IT!" She yells chasing after me.
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Sisters Forever
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