The Demon And The Goddess

The Most Boring Chapter

Catherine's POV

Me and my sister let out a deep sigh after the police finally left. They asked us a few question and told us that they'll be updating us in any news they find about the creepy stalker or apparently known as Steve Harvor. Daniel was also interviewed and he left with the police which means that they're probably taking him home.

I was about to open my mouth to say something to ease the heavy atmosphere but then Clara spoke first. "Alright Catherine." My sister looked at me with a serious expression and even called me by my first name with no shortcut. "Explain to me about that post I reported it to the police."

Um, what?

"I know you Catherine. You're a good girl and you'd never do such a thing. So please explain-"

"Woah, woah, woah, hold on...um...what are you even talking about?" I asked interrupting her. She furrowed her eyebrows and gave me a confused look before rolling her eyes. "I saw it Catherine. That post you made. You know, the one where you were advertising us as sluts." Wait what? "You posted it just yesterday evening, didn't you see the amount of hate it got?"

I let out a humourless laugh. "Okay, alright, um what the fuck? I never posted such a thing." Clara took a deep breath and took out her phone. She then showed me the post which shocked me. "What!?" It was a picture of me and my sister together with an embarrassing tagline that was advertising us as prostitutes. I looked back at the account that posted this bullshit. It was none other than my account Cat Thompson.

"Okay, okay, hold on one moment. That's impossible. I wasn't able to post a damn thing because I didn't have my phone last night and I went to bed early without bothering to open my laptop." I told her letting her know how dead serious I am. She took a moment to let all what I said sink in.

"What do you mean you didn't have your phone."

"It was stolen." I simply told her as I looked away.

"Well then, how did you get it back?" She asked again getting suspicious.

"Long story short, it was snatched by these group of thugs in the alley and-"

"Group of thugs in the alley!?" Clara suddenly raised her voice as worry was written all over her face. Oh geez, I shouldn't have said thugs.

She suddenly took my hand in hers and squeezed it as she cupped my cheek. "Were you hurt? Did they do anything to you? Did they force you in some illegal business? Were you drugged? Are you still a virgin? God, why were you in the alleyway anyway?" You were the one who suggested me to take that shortcut in the first place, Sis.

I can't help but smile at my worrywart sister who's more like a Mom at the moment. I do admit that it feels nice to know how much a person worries about you but in the same time it is not fun to get worried. That's why I don't want my sister to feel this way. I'm also happy that all her worries turned to me instead of the post once I told her about yesterday.

My sister who is three years older than me is the one who I'm closest to in the family ever since childhood. She was the only one who showed me how warm a family can be all by herself since I never really felt the same warmth from our parents. Our father was barely home and when he is he just buys us material things and give us money to compensate for his lack of affection. Our biological mother always shamelessly brought a new man home and was always barely sober.

Our new Mom? Well, she hates us.

She and my sister would constantly fight not just verbally but sometimes even physically and the worst part is, my Dad is always on that woman's side and never at our's. To summarize things, my sister is not just my sister but also my guardian and mother figure.