Frenemies

9.) When Reality Strikes

Hi peeps! So like I'm legit going to try updating once a week from now on, I won't really have a set schedule of updating, but I'm going to try to aim for either Wednesdays or Thursdays, but if I don't follow through...well consider this my disclaimer notice :P So anyways umm...sorry to throw you guys a curveball, but this chapter is pretty dark, like it has dark themes so...DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YA FOLKS!

Lyla rang the doorbell of her house at exactly 9:31 p.m.

She wasn't on time.

She wasn't on time.

Lyla's eyes dart around the house, racking her pathetic excuse of a brain for any other way to get in. How dare she forget the keys to the front door. Sarah would be so disappointed at her for losing her wits at such a pivotal time.

The door creaked open, and standing about three feet in front of her was her sister, who was already peaking around Lyla, searching the dark for something, and if Lyla wasn't mistaken, someone.

"He went home didn't he."

She said it as a statement, with an undertone of defeat in her voice.

"You expected him to come back? They even waved goodbye Divya, what did you expect?" "Chechi, stop ok? He just said he would come back, and I thought he meant now."

Lyla's lips stretched wide, and slowly she started to part her lips, enough to let a small gleam of white light reflect off her iridescent teeth. "I see you've made a-" Lyla made a small noise in the back of her throat, "-friend."

Divya's nose flared, and she haughtily stomped up the staircase. "I'm not stupid you know, and I know what you mean by "friend." And no, I don't like him, and he says he knows someone who knows someone with the cheesetouch, so we're not even friends." She harshly blew out air from her nostrils so that even Lyla, at the bottom of the staircase could hear her.

Her sister's loud stomps however, gave Lyla's position away. There was another set of footsteps running towards her, and it was not one she could escape as easily as she wanted to: her father's.

Her mother may run the house on a day to day basis, but it was her father who laid down the law, and when he did, he made sure everyone remembered who was boss.

Lyla absolutely loathed that aspect of her father. He always made sure he was king - just when he was the only male around. It was nauseating, and demeaning, no matter which way she looked at it.

She didn't want to have to listen to someone who knew how to beat her black and blue - but she did. She always did. And she hated herself for that.

"IDIOT - YOU IDIOT, who do you think you are to be so important that you could just go to their house at night?" He came over and grab her ear, pinched it till a warm, heavy substance started to trickle slowly down her earlobe. Her father started to twist her ear. She made sure not a single sound left her lips.

She closed her eyes.

"Do you know who they are?"

Silence.

"TELL ME, TELL ME!" he screamed, in the ear that was currently numbing itself from the torturous length of his nails. Lyla slowly clenched her fists, one behind her back, the other at her side.

Divya started to scream at the sight of the blood, but she didn't realize the quiet shadow of their mom waiting in the doorway.

She didn't know that her mother had trailed their father all the way the their front porch, just to look on with horror of her eldest daughter's suffering.