Our Bloody Girls (Sequel to The Killer's Girl)

Chapter 20- Truth Hurts

Jazz's P.O.V.

For the first time in what must have been years, Opal and I walked side by side to school. She wasn't calling me ugly, making fun of me, or trying to not be seen by me. Let's make one thing clear: Despite being twins, she's definitely more appealing to look at.

She'd inherited our mother's gorgeous hair color, her beautiful clear skin, and some decent tatas. The older we got, the more physical differences there were.

For instance, I was a brunette, taking mostly after my dad. Freckles dotted all over my face, and two little grape boobies sat in a push up bra. I wasn't nearly as pretty as her...

She looked at me with her two gray eyes. They spoke to me, asking me for something. Forgiveness, maybe. She'd seemed to be going through a guilt trip ever since Mom died.

"Opal?" I asked.

"Yeah?" She didn't even look up.

"Your friends birthday party is today." I was smiling.

"Wh-what?! No, we can't go!" she cried.

"Opal... This is the first time I've been invited to a birthday party outside of our family's that isn't Luna's."

"Jazz, you don't understand. At this party, they're going to-"

I interrupted her. "Who the hell are you? I'm finally being accepted into something and you want to ruin it for me! What the fuck did I even do to you when we were kids?"

"Dammit, Jazz, I'm doing this because I love you!"

"You love me? Correct me if I'm wrong, but does 'love' imply telling the first boy that ever liked me to kill himself, and them actually having it happen?! Yeah Jazz, Silver killed himself. Are you fucking happy with yourself? Or how about calling me fugly. Maybe I'm not nearly as pretty as you, but who the fuck do you think you are to destroy my self esteem. How about how rude you were to me the day I saved you from being raped?! Yeah. Seemed to have forgotten that. Even after all the shit you put me through, I saved you from that. You manipulate everyone to get what you want, hurt anyone who upsets you, and care more about your phone than you're own goddamn sister! It took the death of our mom to bring your ego down, but really, you're irredeemable now." I was out of breath the time my speech was done.

Opal was in uncontrollable tears. Half the school was staring at us. She swallows hard before speaking.

"Don't you think I wish I would have been better to our parents? Mom is dead... Dad's an unstable emotional wreck... Liu doesn't want people to touch him because he's worried he'll lose his head, too... And your disgust for me is both hateful, and hurtful... But it's so earned... I deserve every second of what you're saying, even if it makes me cry..." See cried even harder.

"Opal, you bullied people. You made your own dad feel unloved. You drove someone to suicide. If dad doesn't understand morality, then you don't fucking care about it, which is a shame, because I know there was a time when you did. You disgust me..."

We stayed there, her in tears, myself enraged, and stared at each other for a long time. Where did the love we once had for each other go? It's like we weren't even family anymore.. "Opal?"

"Yeah? What is it?"

I looked at her. "It should have been you, not Mom."