Twins With the Queen Bee

Chapter 1: That's It

He pulls back for just a breath and looks me right in the eyes. I could melt just seeing those blue eyes. He smiles at me though it's not a happy smile. It looks more like a guilty smile. I have a feeling tonight's not going to end well.

The door shuts and you can hear the 'click click' of her heels from downstairs. Oh no. Please no. Just for once God no! I look back at him. His face glows just by hearing the click of her heels. He's distracted looking at the door. A tear forms in my eye. Man every time.

I work my hardest to not let the tears fall down my cheeks. To not let them show. I slump down on my bed. Humiliated again for the thousandth time.

He looks like a dog waiting to see its master. I can't take anymore of this.

I get off my bed to retrieve my shirt and collect a little something from the mini fridge I have in my room. He's so distracted looking at the door he doesn't even hear me do this. Once my plain old shirt is on I look at the collection of bottles I have. Which one should I use? Number 83 or skip to number 92? Eh whatever I'll stick to the order. Number 83 it is. The bottle is in my hand behind my back and I walk over to him acting as sexy and smooth as I can be. Which by the way is 110 percent-I've had a lot of practice. He notices and looks at me again still with with a guilty smile.

"Sorry. Just daydreaming a little. Now where were we?" Not surprised he doesn't even remember my name. He stands up and puts his hand on my cheek. I smile a devilish smile and step back hovering the bottle over his head. It takes him a few seconds but a second too late he realizes that indeed tomato juice is being dumped on him. Honestly I have done worse but today is just a regular old day so I don't feel like doing much damage. Maybe later. We'll see what happens.

"What the fuck! Garret was right! You are crazy!" he yells. I've been called worse. My smile turns into an innocent-but-guilty-girl-like one.

"Well I'm not the one who used a girl to get to her sister am I?" I say respectfully and like I'm a smart ass. I've done this plenty of times. I've got it down. I'm a professional!

"What! I wasn't using you. I like you! Not her! You!" Aww the wittle baby's using that excuse? Seriously!

"Yeah you need to work more on your lying skills because I can see right through you, now goodbye before I throw you out of my window okay?"

He leaves at that, mumbling about how messed up I am and everything. Once I hear the door shut downstairs my eyes start to burn and the tears come out like Niagara Falls. My heart feels like it made yet another crack in it and my head pounds with the pain I have always felt since I was born. Everyone likes her better. Everyone, instead of pretending I'm invisible, uses me to get to her. Especially guys. I hate it! Why couldn't she just die or I could move to the other side of the world! Why haven't I run away yet? No one would care. No one would come looking for me. I have all the money in the world.

While thinking it through, I sit on the floor with my back against my bed still crying my eyes out in pain. I actually liked this one. I've had a crush on him for the longest time. I thought he'd have the decency to like me back but reality made sure he's just like all the other ones, in love with my sister. I cry out a little more. Man it hurts. I guess everyday it becomes more painful.

"Eliza!" The bitch calls. She hates how I have the "Beth" part in my name so her solution is to just call me Eliza. I hate that name. I feel like I was born in the early nineteen hundreds when anyone calls me that. The hatred of her overcomes my earlier sadness luckily. My tears dry up and the redness on my face turns into the shade of anger. She bursts open my door and comes into my room. Even at home she wears tight revealing clothes and six inch heels. I've literally never seen her in anything other.