Chapter Thirteen - All of the Lies

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It had been a week since Steph was verdicted having a heart disease. My relationship with her wasn't quite cleared since the night Danny saved me and hit a vase on her face. The mark on his forehead hadn't faded yet when it came to the day she could finally go back to school.

"You're glad to see me sick, are you?" she asked me in the bus on our way to school.

"What the fuck, Steph! I was outraged to death, you're too aggravating to have such illness." I cringed, and I wasn't lying.

She faked a little chuckle, then she looked away to the window and say, "You hate me."

"For fuck's sake Steph, I don't. Well, you irritated me a lot, but I don't hate you." I tried to explain, and maybe comfort her a little because she didn't seem so good.

"It's because you can't hate me, you're required to live with me and we were forced to care about each other, but turns out we don't, do we?" she uttered, still looking out the window. The wind blew her long blonde hair to my face. Her voice sounded unusually low and husky.

"Whatevs, Steph."

I chose to end the talk because it started to bother me. I felt like I was cornered, to be honest, she was right. All my life I was forced to be her sister, obliged to share everything with her and sacrifice my own happiness for her. I hated living that way, but I couldn't hate her. I couldn't say if I really hate her or not, I didn't understand either.

Monday went usually rough, I forgot my calculus homework and I lost my literature paper. I had to be in 4 hours detention on Saturday with three other skanks from my class. I looked forward to lunch break already since second period, and finally it arrived.

"Janet, I think you've got to see this." Diane, a girl from my math class approached me on my table during lunch while I was enjoying my meal.

"What the hell?" I asked.

She pulled my hand and I followed her, abandoning my turkey falafel pita sandwich and my biology exam result which I got a C in on my table. We stopped at the hallway near the ladies restroom and I saw the sight of Steph and the bitch Fred was making out to before he busted me, and he was there too.

"You heard him, ho, Fred's mine now. He only dated you because he lost a bet." the bitch said to Steph's face and her tone was nastily cocky.

"Oh yeah, dickhead? I was just a bet? I knew it," Steph yelled, "I knew I shouldn't trust you!" she pointed on Fred's face.

He grabbed Steph's collar and brought his face closer to her, "Yes, bet bitch, you shouldn't trust me." he uttered.

Then out of the blue, Steph punched her skanky ex boyfriend right on his face, and her right knee kicked him right on the jackhammer. He was weakened and as I saw him fell on his knees, I approached them and without a single word, I busted him on his face right on the spot he got me bruised.

"Now that's a tie." I smirked.

"What the fuck?" the bitch pushed my shoulder and was about to slap me.

"You want a piece of this too, ratchet?" I point my fist milimeters away from her nose before she could land her palm on any of my cheeks.

"It's Rachel, ho." she pushed me away and immediately pulled Fred as a sign to escape. I could almost laugh my ass off at her frightened look when she helped her bae to stand up.

"I like ratchet better." I called as they walked away.

Steph thanked me and I told her to thank Diane instead because she was the one who told me about that mess at the first place. We were just turning our backs and walking away when Mr. Osborne - the vice principal - magically appeared in front of our faces.

"Did I just heard chaos around here?"

I'm so getting six hours detention.

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That evening after dinner, I sat in the livingroom watching Teen Wolf with Steph. I had completely no idea what the series was about, to my eyes it was all just mutants chasing after each other. I checked my phone like every minute and only got messages from Andrew asking how I was, where I've been, if I wanted to see him. I was good, I've been at home, school, the prison, and no, I didn't want to see him yet. I locked my phone again, leaving the messages unreplied.

"Janet," Steph called me from the other end of the sofa.

"What a record, you didn't call me with an insult." I made a sarcastic joke in order to cheer her up a little since she had been looking down all day.

She threw me a used tissue paper as a sign of telling me to shut up.

"Did you know about Fred?"

"And ratchet?"

"Rachel, whatevs," she rolled her eyes, "did you?"

I took a deep breath before revealing the truth to her, I assumed she was strong enough already to find out, "promise me not to faint."

She nodded.

"Do you know why he punched me on the face at the first place?"

She paid a very good attention at me she barely blinked when she shook her head to answer my question.

"I caught him making out with Rachel against my locker between periods and when I asked to excuse me, they played deaf and so I started uttering swearwords again."

Steph tilted her head to the other side and his lips curved into a sarcastic smirk.

"What?"

"No wonder his temper blew. Okay, go on."

"So yeah," I continued, "a few days later I heard the news of you two dating each other. I had thought of telling you about that, but you seem irritatingly happy so I refused to."

She pursed her lips and her fingers quivered on it. I stared at her thoughtful face which was looking down at the floor. She stood up and approached me on my side before leaving for her bedroom.

"Goodnight." she pat my head and she tramped away.

A few moments later, I was just turning the TV off before going to bed when Danny's bike engine was heard and soon he entered the house. I didn't intend to greet him until his whistling sound reminded me of something.

"Danny," I turned my head and saw him pausing his walk on the staircases and also his whistling.

Preventing Tia from eavesdropping our conversation since she was in her room which was right across the livingroom, I chose to approach Danny.

"I think I know what's on your mind." he raised an eyebrow.

I raised both of mine and made some quirky gestures with my lips, "Please?"

He sighed and wiped his face with both of his palms and murmured an 'ugh' sound. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and led me upstair.

"Give me ten minutes for shower, will you?"

I nodded. So I waited in his room while he took a shower. I scanned around the space and noticed it was much tidier than it was before. The last time I broke into his room to return his phone after he got stabbed, it was hell of a mess. I smiled at the fact that he had grown up, not just older, but more mature. He barely got home drunk and angry anymore, he managed to get his own ride using his own wage, and most importantly he wasn't the cold rebelious Danny anymore.

Just as he said, he came out from the bathroom after around ten minutes, shirtless, revealing his super skinny waist line and protruding ribs. He was even skinnier than I was, sort of.

"Have you lost weight?" I asked as I saw him putting his shirt on.

"Maybe I have, I don't know." he answered blandly.

I watched him digging in his drawer, trying to get something out of it. He pulled out the box which he brought to my room, the box consisting evidences about my father. He stuck out an envelope from the box and handed it to me. I read his name written in blue on the front side.

"What is this?" I asked.

"You'll know." he smiled. It was the sincerest smile of his I had ever seen in my entire life.

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