Chapter 24

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Chapter 24

I laid against my living room wall. Everything was so out of control right now and I couldn't fix it. I wanted to see Leo, but I couldn't. My parents came into the living room and sat next to me.

"What happened with Tiffany?" My mom asked. All I could do was shake my head. I was so ashamed of what I did. I couldn't forgive myself.

"Did Tiffany win?" My dad asked. I still couldn't answer. They sat there a little while giving me my space. The quiet wasn't sad. It was good. My mom took my hand.

"Tell us what happened." She whispered.

"I'm sure it's not that bad." My dad assured me. I shook my head again.

"I did something really bad." I mumbled.

"What did you do?" My mom pushed the hairs out of my face.  I couldn't answer her. My parents gave me worried looks.

"Can I just be alone?" I asked.

"For how long?" I stayed silent. They got up and left the room. Tears started pouring down my face. Sobs erupted from my throat. All this time I thought my sister was wrong for her decisions. Wrong for her mistakes. Wrong for the people she hurt, including me. But there was one thing she was right about.

It's so much easier to be alone.

Hours later, I heard a knock at the door. I went to answer it. When I opened the door, there was a letter on the door mat. I opened it.

Dear Chels,

For 17 years, you were the kind one. The happy one. The one everyone loved. You couldn't be evil. You had a heart of gold. Look at you now, you're just as heartless as I am. I never thought you could do something like this, but I guess I was wrong. Don't worry little sis. I'm not angry. I've never been more proud. I knew there was darkness in you. There's darkness in everyone. Here's a few tips for Leo about prison. Don't start something you can't finish. Don't talk with people, if they don't want to talk to you. Make more allies than enemies. And here's a little poem for him. You love someone with a heart of black. Will she ever love you back? Evil is very hard to see. But it's always there, take it from me.

                                                                               Love Tiff

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