SIXTEEN:
I searched through the crowd, finally spotting her. She looked slutty. I hate to say that about my sister, but that's the only way to describe her overall look. She was wearing a dark red dress that was very short, at the top and bottom. And she was dancing with...Jason?
Confused, I watched him dance awkwardly with her. She was talking to him, but it was too noisy to hear what she was saying. Then, in a split second, she kissed him.
My sister kissed Jason.
My sister kissed my boyfriend.
"What the...?" I felt disappointed that she would do such a thing. I was hurt, sad, betrayed, and...angry. Angry that my sister kissed Jason, whom she knew I loved. But the thing is, he didn't end the kiss. I dropped my hands from Bryce's shoulders and walked over to them, with him following.
"What the hell are you doing?" I wasn't yelling, but they could hear the anger in my voice.
"She-I-we, it's not what it looks like," Jason stuttered, stepping away from Elyse and towards me.
I stepped back, "I saw you two kiss. Why would you do that? I mean, Elyse, you know we're going out."
She didn't say anything at first, but instead smirked.
I felt the tears behind my eyes, "Elyse, just tell me why. Please." I turned to her, pleading for an answer. Jason stood speechless with his hands up towards me, but I ignored him. I needed to know why Elyse would do this to me...again.
She rolled her eyes, "Oh Sera, it's not the first time this has happened before, that your boyfriend prefers me over you. I'm better than you, Seraphina. No guy wants to be with you if he can have me instead."
Her words stung, bringing back memories that I tried to force out of my head once before. Yes, it wasn't the first time this happened. The guy I thought I loved cheated on me with my sister, more than once, until I found out. And once we broke up, they started going out for a few months. All of those memories came back, each painful picture of him and Elyse together, of me and him. I wanted to forget those images, forget tonight, just forget everything. I felt the tears dripping down my face before turning to run out of there, away from everyone.
I ran so fast, losing my shoes along the way, until I had no more energy to run. At some point I just stopped and broke down. How could my own sister hate me that much, that she would steal two people that I loved away from me? Why does she hate me so much?
I heard footsteps running towards me, but I was crying too hard to look up. I just hoped it wasn't a psycho rapist, because that would just be the cherry topping to my night. Wiping away some of the tears, I turned my head up to see Jason standing there, who looked worried and concerned. He was probably wondering about what Elyse said too, the part about this not being the first time that this happened.
He gently pulled me up by my waist and embraced me in a tight hug. "I'm so sorry Sera. I swear I didn't know she was going to kiss me. She just caught me off guard. I mean, I was shocked, she was talking one minute about you and me, and then she just kissed me," he said, looking into my water-filled eyes.
I leaned against his chest, still crying. "Why would she do this? It's like she wants to hurt me just like last time," I choked out in between sobs. He let me cry for a few more minutes, letting me get it out of my system. I hated crying in front of people, but sometimes it was unavoidable.
After I finished crying, he wiped the rest of my tears with his thumbs as he cupped my cheeks. "What happened last time?"
I sighed, "I thought I loved someone, but he ended up cheating on me...with Elyse. Once I found out, he broke up with me and went out with her. I had to watch them kiss and hug and just be together, while I was heartbroken. I thought he loved me back, but I was wrong. My sister knew the whole time though. She knew I loved him, but he didn't love me back. She knew we were together, but she still slept with him. And then she broke up with him after a couple months, saying that she could find someone better. It was like he meant nothing to her, but he meant everything to me. Until I moved here, that is."

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Always Outspoken
RomansI had no say in moving to a new town, but it turned out to be better than I expected. I made new friends, screwed up my chances with the guy I liked, dated two other guys, and fought with my family constantly. Sound confusing? Believe me, everything...