Sincerely, The Run Away

R e b e c c a

Dear Rebecca,

First of all, I always hated you. You thought I was a mess after every insult you threw at me? You thought I was hurt? You thought you could break me? Not a fat chance in hell, bitch. You may have been my sister, but you knew nothing about me. I never cared about my clothes or my hair or my makeup. You were trying to break the wrong person. I should have thrown everything you said to me back at you, because it would have worked. I could have crushed you like an ant beneath my combat boots, but I chose to stay quiet. I stayed quiet so you could go on living your messed up sense of life with all the invisible guilt. You may never feel it, but the fact that I know it's there changes things. You could have helped me with high school. You could have taught me about flirting and make up and clothes. But instead of being a normal older sister, you were a crazy piece of lowlife trash, and this is coming from the run away. I am pretty sure I was the only one that could see through your caked on disguise; those puckered lips and tweezed brows don't fool everyone honey. I think it's possible that Jacob knows the real you, now that I'm gone and he is the only one left to pick on at family get togethers. Or maybe you forgot you even had a little brother in the first place. I don't know whether that's a necessarily good or bad thing. I know Jacob wouldn't mind if he never knew the real you.

Are you still with that jerk Alex? I can't see what you find in him. He has a beat up blue Saturn, and no gas money. His band has gone no where. Have they even gotten a show booked yet? Seriously, I can't believe I'm giving you advice after all you put me through. I guess it just shows that I am too caring. I met the perfect guy. We have such interesting conversations, and we know everything about each other. He's a run away too, but he will always be better than you and Alex in every single way.

I bet mom and dad still think you're their little poster child, or did you ruin that like you destroyed our relationship? I wish I could have seen their faces when they found the three positive pregnancy tests. Yeah, it was me who took them from the trash can and set them where mom and dad would find them. I know you got an abortion. You would never in a million years care for a child, much less give birth to one.

(I'm also the one that put Viagra in your drinks that night at dinner. And I also was the one to put all the frogs in your bed that Christmas. And I'm also the one that ran over your gerbil with the lawn mower years before I ran away. Oops.)

Hate me all you want, there's nothing you can do to touch me now.

Sincerely,

The Run Away

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Author's Note

This was probably one of my favorite chapters to write. I just loved conveying the Run Away's hatred so passionately.

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