"Do you need my help?" Leah asked, trailing her sharp claws(fingers) through Mona's hair. Leah Vincent. The extremely tall, slender and unavoidably lousy whore who hadn't been any different from my own mother. She had flown smoothly into our lives to electrocute us all, tying us with naked wires of hate and deceit. She had come into our lives at the very crucial years of our childhood, when loosing mom had been too difficult to assimilate. My travel addict of a father had picked her up on one of his road trips across town, bringing her home during the deadly hours of midnight. "This is Leah Vincent" he had said casually "your substitute mother". Over the years, father's charming and ageless features had become even more scarce at the Moore mansion, and Leah WHOREcent had successfully taken her place as the woman in our lives. I , however, had done a great job shutting " The clawed witch" out of our precious lives, and an even greater job raising Mona in my tracks.
" Yes mom, I need your help. As usual" Well, not exactly. Mona had grown a bit too fund of Leah. In fact, substitute mom hadn't been the third wheel among the females in my family. It was me. Leah and Mona(The little sister that had always looked up to me before substitute came along) had been the ones who shut me out of their lives. I was the lonely, distressed, depressed and certainly not needed...sister? Daughter?...well...Person, caught up viewing a passionate love triangle between a shadowy father, substitute mother and Monalisa, the obedient child...the only child.
"You look like a princess, Mona" Substitute said, adding finishing touches to the sixteen year old's hair. Gag me.
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CHANGING MATT
RomanceShe couldn't love him anymore than she already did, but he didn't feel the same. He just couldn't
