Random Short Stories

#7 ~ Race

Author's note
Hey guys! So I absolutely love this short story I'm about to write but I need your opinion on whether or not I should turn it into a full story here on Wattpad. After reading the short story, just comment inline with the question below after reading.

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"Who, was that?" I asked, drying off my hair. This was after the race in which my lungs had stopped pounding and I was feeling much better and exhilarated. As usual, I'd won the race but this was a hard one to win requiring a lot of energy. I'd almost lost if it hadn't been for one of the competitors losing her grip on the monkey bars. That was who I was asking Courtney  to dish out on. 

"That," she said, pushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear, "was Swallow Black. A very good competitor."

I closed my eyes, remembering how we had been neck in neck until she had lost her grip. "Swallow black? That's not a very good name for someone wearing a green leotard."

Courtney scoffed. "Yeah, well, she almost beat you in the race."

My eyes became wide and dark. "What do you mean?" Courtney bowed her head.

"Well, her losing her grip saved you. " My eyes narrowed as I felt a surge of panic and anger.

"Saved me? Courtie, you must be delusional. My triple tower flip made me win and not Black Swallow's stupid clumsiness."

Courtney raised her hands in mock surrender. "Yeesh! It's Swallow Black and you don't have to bite my head off." I  felt angry and exposed as I turned to the mirror and eyed my trophy in the reflection.

"I'm not trying to bite your head off. I won. Fair and square." 

Courtney looked at me hazily for a bit before spinning on her heel and walking out.

What just happened?!

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Later that evening at dinner, Mom and Dad were beside themselves with pride. The trophy stood in the middle of the table. Some kind of cringey centerpiece.

"You were amazing today, dear." My mom said for the 500th time that evening. I smiled and mumbled a thanks. I was still thinking about what happened between me and Courtney so I wasn't really paying attention.

"For someone who won the Inter-state Aerobics Race competition for the fourth time in a row, you look gloomy." Dad noted, staring at me like I was some puzzle piece he wanted to fix.

I forced a smile on my face and picked my fork up. "It's nothing, really. Just a bit tired."

Brett (My older brother by just two years) snorted and pointed his fork at me. "Or Bree's a bit daunted that that Swallow Black chick almost won the race." I stiffened and turned to Brett. Anger and embarrassment prominent on my face.

"What? I'm not thinking about that stupid Swallow What's-her-surname kid."

Brett grinned like the fool he was. "Sure you aren't. Well, if it wasn't for her clumsy fall during the monkey bar segment, she would've kicked your butt this afternoon. "

Feeling my teeth clench and my hand form a fist, I turned straight to him.
"You have no right to be talking here when all you do is smoke and sleep around with cheap blonde bimbos."

Now Brett turned angry but was trying desperately to hide it.
"You're just angry now that you know you're rubbish and there's someone actually better than you."

I barked out a short, mocking laugh.
"Says the guy who doesn't excel at anything other than disappointing his parents and fucking around with cheap whores!" 

Mom let out a gasp and called my name. "Bree!"

But I wasn't listening. I was staring unashamedly at Brett as he pushed his plate onto the ground. Shattering it.

"Say that again you idiotic little bitch!"

I sprang up to my face and pulled off a very hateful look.
"I, said, you're, a, good, for, nothing, disappointment." I was pausing in between every word for more impact.

Brett seized a shard of glass from the broken plate and that's when the first jolt of fear went through me.
"You have no right-" and he was aiming straight at me. Rushing over.

My Dad jumped up as if out of a trance and held Brett around the shoulders before spinning him around and prying the glass from his fist, cutting himself.

"Brett? Bree?" There was a look of absolute horror on mom's face as she watched the two of us. 

Tears were streaming down my face as I held in my sobs and Brett just stood, staring at the floor with blazing hatred.

Dad shouted at Brett about something concerning being grounded and seizing all his credit cards and his car and he said the same to me. As he was done, he sent us upstairs to our rooms.

Few minutes later, he came to my room and seized all my electronics.
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It had all started when I was adopted and Brett was four, I was two. Brett had always hated me because as soon as I came in, our parents spent all their love, affection and time on me. As I excelled at everything I put my hands on, including academics, their love for me grew and Brett stayed in the shadows being rebellious and filling his report cards with bad grades."

I was a goody two shoes and very respectful. Brett was the stark opposite, rebelling against our parents even before he became a teen.

Once my parents asked him to babysit me, he had taken all my toys and ripped off their heads throwing them in the backyard. I had cried and cried to my parents. They did everything they could do to discipline Brett and his hatred only enlarged for me.

We couldn't stand each other.

He would always remind me that I was just a bastard child, feeding off of him and his parents and stealing all of their love.

I never took notice of him until it became too much and we began to have fights everyday.

None of the fights had ever escalated to him holding a shard of glass to harm me.

Feeling afraid, confused and downright depressed, I sobbed all over my sheets and my pillows.

When my eyes were swollen and puffy and I could barely keep my eyes open, I fell asleep thinking who my real parents were.

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