Big Sis, Little Sis #Wattys2016

Chapter 4

Ok, I know how it sounds. I was comparing myself with Juliet, and saying that I would cross some uncrossable lines to get what I want was a bit .... too truthful. You don't need to see that part of me just yet. I'm not an author, I'm just a girl who wants people to know the truth. It doesn't exactly paint me in a pretty, or even sane light, but I'm not the only one to blame. I was letting the person I am now leaking out into the person I was then, but I'll try to tell everything exactly like it was.

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Mal had serious planning to do. It was Mal against the mighty forces of Mackenzie, Catherine, and Ms Calburton. But Mackenzie wasn't going to be a problem this time.

No, her dear, sweet, angelic sister had somehow convinced their mother that she could go on a trip 2 weeks before the due date of the assignment, with her current boyfriend. Mackenzie wasn't exactly a player, but still.....

The current guy was cute, smart, and generic. Mal was betting Mackenzie would dump him within the next month, but then, he was rich, so he would probably last longer.

An hour before she was scheduled to get picked up, Mackenzie came into Mal's room.

Mal took one look at her eyes, her posture, and said, "Whatever you want, the answer's no."

Mackenzie widened her eyes further and pouted more prettily.

"No."

She clasped her hands as if she was going to pray, and even summoned a tear. Mal knew it was fake, all fake, but still.... No, she wasn't falling for this again. She still had the bruises from the last time Mackenzie asked her for a favor. Odds were it was either illegal or even more illegal.

"Mackenzie , I said fucking no!"

She finally talked. "Please Mally, pleaseeee!"

"Get out of my room."

"Mal, you have to help me-"

"GET OUT!"

Mackenzie looked at her with shocked silence. Mal had never, ever dared to raise her voice or last this long against her pleas. For that matter, neither had anyone else. She was shocked and hurt, and Mal at that moment grew furious. How dare she be hurt? What about Mal? What about all those times where Mal had stood up for her? All those times where Mal had forgiven her sister and helped her, and had gotten nothing but tears and bruises and hate in return?

But Mackenzie wasn't Queen Bitch for nothing, and her face quickly turned cruel, cold, and distant. She stared at Mal like she was the one wrong, she was the one who should be begging and pleading for forgiveness.

The already thin threads of Mal's sanity snapped.