Yes, you can all officially hate me. i havent written in so long and i dont know why... i guess i got caught up in my life drama and i've been trying to sort things out.
im uploading this story first, and then im going to try to do another one. its been like, 8 months, so it may not be great...
Here goes...
Recap:
'You're with my sister.' I whispered to him, surprised at how upset I was by this little fact.
He sighed and took a big step back, giving me space to leave. I didn't.
He stared at me for ages, and I watched him as he looked at me. He broke the comfortable silence with two words that sounded regretful, filling me with an emotion that I haven't felt for years.
'I know,' he whispered, before turning away and walking into the now abandoned car park.
When did the water fight end?
Chapter 4
'How dare you!' screamed the voice down the phone. I was currently lying down on my bed, waiting for Luke and the chinese takeaway he promised to buy me three hours ago.
'God, calm down. You dont even care' I mumbled into the phone.
'Im your father. Show me respect. I dont want you to live with us, so you can stay where you are, whether its in a cardboard box or an apartment, and im guessing the latter, I dont really care. Just dont embarrass me. Thanks. Bye.' and the line went dead.
What? No love you? No take care. Pffft.
A loud banging on the door made me freeze.
OMG, what if I die? im alone here in this place! Whats the point in boys if I dont even have protection from them?!
"Helloo!! ...Megan?" Whispered my unwanted guest.
Heaving myself off of the bed, I went to answer the door.
Looking through the peep hole, i saw a copy of me, dressed in clothes that didnt remsemble a bikini top and belt.
I opened the door, smiling a genuine smile.
'Hey.'
'Hey.'
'How have you been?'
'What do you want Melissa?' I decided to play it cool.
'To see how you are... Is that so bad?'
'Im sorry,' I sighed, 'Im goo-'
'Have you told anyone?' She interupted.
'I knew it. You couldnt be here for me. its always about you. And NO, i havent.'
Melissa bit her lip. 'Im sorry, its just, daddy would-'
'Daddy? Really? Do you have a pet chiwawa that gets its fur blowdried?!'
'Its a yorkshire terrier, actually,' Melissa mumbled under her breath.
'Oh, my bad,' I pretended to be upset by my mistake.
'Meg.'
'Dont call me that.' I snapped.
And then, she exploded. 'WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO? TO SAY? "IM SORRY?" WELL, I AM. CANT YOU JUST BE MY SISTER? MY LOVING CARING TWIN SISTER? CANT YOU CALL ME MEL AND SIT WITH ME AT LUNCH AND TALK TO ME? CANT WE HAVE SLEEPOVERS AND MARSHMELLOWS FROM THE CUPBOARDS AT 2 IN THE MORNING?! CANT WE DO THAT ANYMORE?! I missed you so much and i havent seen you in three years.' A single tear leaked out of her full eyes, and i watched, mesmerised, and it trailed down her face, a face so similar to mine. But really, i was staring at a stranger.
Her hand roughly wiping away the tear bought me back to reality.
'Then why didnt you come see me? WHY? You have no reason! i was a 20 minute car ride away and i never once saw you come to see me. I WENT THERE FOR YOU, MEL! FOR YOU! I SAVED YOUR ASS SO YOU DIDNT FUCK UP AT LIFE, BECAUSE YOU WERE SMART AND PREPARED. YOU MIXED WITH THE WRONG PEOPLE AND I TOOK THE REP FOR IT! WE PROMISED... NO, YOU PROMISED TO STAY CLOSE TO ME AND NOW I COME BACK AND YOU'RE A BITCH?! WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO!!!??'
'Please, dont yell at me.' Melissa whispered, turning around to face the door.
'im sorry,' she repeated, looking back at me, 'Im sorry im a terrible excuse for a sister. But, i came here for a hug, and you're not gonna give it to me, so im just gonna leave.'
'Why do you want a hug?' I asked, curiousity getting the better of me.
She sighed. 'Remember when Jamison Davies dumped me? And you threatened to chop off his balls, but instead, you tied him down and made him eat a lemon?' Melissa laughed, her eyes getting that glazed look, the one where you're not really there, but faraway in a memory. 'Well, i guess i thought no that you're back, you would do the same, since i've been through hundreds of breakups without your special hugs.'
My sister seemed to think that my silence was the signal to leave, so she shrugged and reached for the door handle.
'Just to let you know, i act the way i act in school, like a bitch, because it makes me feel powerful, and when i was on drugs, i was weak and vulnerable. im sorry you took the rap for it, but im so so thankful. you are an amazing person, and i think dad is stupid to not let you back home.'
'Stop. Stop. Stop. Just stop. You make it seem like you have nothing, but im not going to pity you. You have friends and family and a gorgeous boyfriend. Yes, he is gorgeous. Im sorry if you think we can just be friends, because i cant just forget, we're both stubborn, so when you think i would forgive you, honestly and truthfully accept you, come back and talk to me.' I looked at her, waiting to see what she would do.
'Alright then, thats ok I guess. Take care, Megsie Wegsie.' She smiled. And then she walked out.
Rubbing my face with closed fists, i screamed. Then, belly flopping onto the nearest couch, I let the sobs take over.
*******
'Why?' I whispered to myself, the same question repeating itself in my head for the past hour.
'IM BACK!' Screamed Luke, walking in.
'Im not hungry,' i mumbled, turning, so he wouldnt see my face.
'Whats the matter, sweetpea?' he sang, dancing up to me and rolling me over. My face must have been gross, because he froze.
'Whats the matter? Seriously Meg, talk. WHATS. THE. MATTER?' He asked, shaking me after every single word.
'Everything.' And i shrugged him off of me, walking to my bedroom and slamming the door shut.
Leaning against the wall, i sighed.
My sister bought out the best in me, and the worst.
MY sister. The druggie addict at 13. She got arrested at 14. Was supposed to do two years in prison, but didnt.
Me? Im just the lookalike. I stepped up when Melissa stepped down. I was the quiet one. And when Melissa came to my room, crying her eyes out about prison, i said i would go and be her, like in the games we used to play.
i remember saying, 'They'll never know the difference.' And then, i remember the cell doors slamming shut and the hard mattress beneath me after my first day in prison for my sister.
If thats not sisterly lovin', i dont know what is...
A/N:
Yes, it probably wasnt the greatest, but i tried. because i finally logged on and wanted to write. i havent had any sleep, its like, four in the morning, and if i get like, two comments, i try to upload tomorow. i probably wont start any new stories and finish my new ones for all you fans who have started reading them. i hope you liked this chapter. i wanted to write it better, but i guess i didnt...
MarzBar123 xoxo
