Sisterly Hate

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Later that night, Leo and I sat on my couch. He was talking about his paper he had due, but I couldn't pay attention. All I could think about was what Detective Brians said. What if I became like my sister? What would happen then? I think becoming like her would be worse than facing her. At least I could still be good.

"Chelsey, you're doing it again." Leo interrupted my thoughts.

"Sorry. I just can't stop thinking about her."

"Well, do you want to talk about it?" He asked.

"No." I didn't want to shared my emotions. It seemed slightly weak.

"Okay." He tried to make it sound like he didn't care, but he did. I could tell. Leo was a lot more open than me. His parents were divorced, he lost all connections with his father, and his mom is remarried. I still haven't told him that two people in my life might not care about me at all.

"Chels, you can tell me anything."

"I know." I replied. I could tell it really annoyed him that he was more open than me, but he didn't say anything. I heard a slam upstairs and some arguing. I went to the end of the stairs to listen.

"You know she set that fire." My mom whispered.

"She's turning into her sister." My dad mused.

"We can't have her turn out like Tiffany."

"I think she already has." My dad stated.

"How did we mess up them both?' My mom asked. I moved away from the stairs. Leo gave me a curious look.

"What was that about?"

"My parents are arguing about me and my sister." I explained.

"Parents argue, Chels." He took my hand.

"They said I was like Tiffany. They had sounded as if they've stopped caring."

"It's one of those heat of the moment things. They'll think differently later." He sounded sure, but he didn't read what my sister wrote. If they thought I was like Tiffany, they might have stopped caring. Tiffany didn't care about them. They must think I don't either.