"I take back what I said the first time we met. I never could have been more wrong."
"Oh, and what would that be?"
"Every thing about you - every thing you do, or say, or even when you scrunch your nose when you don't really like something - just ma...
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BELLAWASLATEFORCLASSES, but then again, she always seemed to be nowadays. It had become enough of a habit that even my dad had stopped making remarks on it. But there was something different today. There was a sense of anger, contempt, and, dare I say, hatred, that clouded the air around her as she stormed about the halls.
"What did you say to him?" she snaps loudly, rushing toward me with wild eyes. For a few moments, I didn't say anything. This was the first time I had seen any emotion other than sadness from her in months, let alone words strung together that weren't forming incomplete thoughts in moments of despair. Finally, though, I snapped out of it and looked back at Bella.
"What are you talking about?"
"Charlie!" Bella exclaims. "He's trying to send me back to Jacksonville! I assume it's all your doing-"
"Why would I-"
"To get me out of your life again! You want to go about living your amazing life, being a fucking freak and keeping it a secret from everyone-"
"Simmer down there, Bella," I mutter through gritted teeth as I try to regulate my breathing. MY heart rate had already accelerated. I could feel a pulsing in my ears as they too began to heat to an uncomfortable temperature. I was holding one of my books in my hands--the play Othello by Willian Shakespeare. The world had so many simple ironies that I couldn't help but find bitter amusement in them.
"And you've got to be the one whispering in Charlie's ear because I'm fine-"
"By F.I.N.E. do you mean, freaked out, insecure, neurotic, and emotional? Because I'll buy that any day," I snort in disagreement.
"I'm not going back to Jacksonville."
"Cool your shit Bella, I didn't-"
"Then who the hell did?!"
"Dad's not blind, you know," I scoff.
"Yeah, and you surely helped him out with seeing everything clearly."
"Jesus Christ Bella, just take a minute and bre-"
"No! I don't need a fucking minute. You're the one who needs a reality check here, Josephine! You feel so damn threatened by me." I let out a clearly audible scoff and roll my eyes, trying to divert the attention off of me. Bella's ramblings had attracted the focus of more people than I would have liked, especially being in a volatile situation where I would normally be prone to losing my shit and trying to rip her head off like a rabid animal. "Charlie doesn't give a shit about you, or anything in your life."
"Do zero shits look like enjoying our time together and laughing? Being honest, and spending time together. Maybe if you called him Dad, he'd give zero shits about you too. You might even enjoy it too." My backhanded comments cause a brief moment of laughter from Casey, who has finally decided to show up and flank my right side. I can see her nervous glances as she looks at me, cautious and keeping an eye on any signs of an anger flare-up.
"Remind me again, how long it took for him to know that Stanford was interested in you for their volleyball team?" My blood ran cold at that. It was true that the reason it took so long to find a moment to tell him, was because of Bella. "And what about any of your volleyball games this season? Where has he been?" I could feel the pages of the play crumpling and crinkling between my fingers, and I could see traces of an arrogant smirk on my sister's face. "It's because I'm more important to him than you are. And you knew that, didn't you? You wanted me gone, where I couldn't cause you problems. You wanted me somewhere that I couldn't see him anymore." My eyes flashed a deep color, but a mischevious twinkle took over as I saw the pain that flickered across Bella's face when she mentioned him. I let out a sarcastic chuckle. The sound was deep, dark, and eerily dangerous.
"Him, Bella?" I ask. "Who do you mean by him? Because you sure as hell don't mean our father. You don't give a shit about him, or what you put him through. You couldn't pretend to even if you tried! No, you're talking about the Cullen prat, aren't you?" I seethe, watching as Bella finally winces and the sound of his name makes her chin wobble. I found a sick satisfaction in the response. "I'm right, aren't I? It's all about that stupid fuck who broke your heart and skipped town. And somehow, you think that wallowing in self-pity and staying in a town you claimed to loathe will bring him back to you?"
"S-Stop i-it," she stutters out.
"You think I've been trying to kick you out?" I ask. "I have no idea what Dad said to you, so you can take that up with him, and that good-for-nothing slut you call our mother. But while you blame me for everything and paint me as a pathetic, selfish, piece of shit, remember who has been taking care of you. Remember who has gotten about an hour of sleep each night, holding you and rocking you until you're soothed and relaxed enough to dream soundlessly. Remember who has made sure that you've eaten, who picked up after you, who does your damn laundry. Remember who has done this without asking for a moment's help of recognition. To be frank, though, I Never even expected a glance in my direction.
"Remember that you're the one who makes our father sick with worry. You're the one who enables him to sink back into old habits. You forced him into the shell of a man he used to be, all because you took him for granted on countless occasions and beat down his resolve until there was nothing left. I know you probably won't remember, nor will you care to, because at the end of the day, Bella Swan is all that matters to Bella Swan. I've wanted to be there for you. I've tried to help and support you. I really wanted to give a shit about you and have it paid forward. But now I know that it was too much to ask. I never should have tried in the first place. You're a disaster, Isabella. You're like a forest fire in California; you don't care what you do, or how many lives you ruin in the process, so long as the attention can remain on you."
"But you-"
"If you want me to be a selfish bitch, or to play the villain, then there you go, Isabella Swan, your wish is my fucking command. Don't expect any form of comfort or help again. I hope you can find the solace you so desperately crave in solitude. Have a nice fucking life." I took a pause, turning away before making one last comment and staring her straight in the eyes. "Actually, no. I hope your life is fucking miserable."
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Yeah, so, I kind of knew that they wouldn't get along forever, just because Bella is an inherently selfish character, and it would really drain Josie, and hurt her in the long run. I don't want it to be one of those things where Bella is just awful to her, and she takes it because they're sisters.
Anyways, here's the next one :)
Much love and I hope everyone is enjoying their summer.
