. I found this chapter after I put the story on hold, and realized I hadn’t updated it! Oopsie…. Hope you guys liked it though. Read my next chapter’s Author’s Note for more info!
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Bailey’s POV
An acute kick to my aching stomach snapped me out of the dream, releasing a tumble of groans out of my mouth as I rolled on to my back. I expected to see radiant sunlight blazing into my eyes, but when I cracked my eyelids open I met the cold, unforgiving face of my sister and shrieked. It wasn’t a dream.
“Bailey, you fucking wimp, are you that scared of me that you just pass out when you see my face?”
“You’re dead, Isabel. You died,” I snapped harshly, unsure whether I was feeling more frightened, confused, enraged, joyous, or all of the above. My thoughts were a mess.
“Ha, clearly that didn’t work so well if I’m still here, did it?” she said dryly, a sarcastic laugh bursting out of her muscular body, but she did not remove the aggressive snarl from her lips. “I never died, you fucking asshole. I was never even in the damn hospital.”
My mind swam with the new information. Isabel never died… she has been alive all this time! Either that, or you’ve just turned to insanity. I don’t even know which would be better right now.
“You never what now?”
“You fucking heard me. The car crash never fucking happened! God, you were so gullible at fourteen. No wonder Mom tricked you so easily!”
“Mom was in on this too?” I gasped, staring back at the floor. Why would both my mom and my sister trick me into believing that she had died? Why would they decieve me, and take my best friend away from me? I needed my sister at the time! Not only had I lost dad, but Isabel too. How could they do this to me?
“Don’t look so depressed, dumb shit. You were the lucky one in this situation,” she growled, kicking me harshly in the side. I howled and rolled over onto my other side, indecisive about whether the physical or emotional pain was worse at the moment.
“You fucking lied to me! For four years, I went on with my life thinking my sister was dead! Do you know how that felt? Do you know how much I suffered when I lost you? It was bad enough without Dad around, and then you disappeared as well! You fucking asshole, how could you do this to me?” I screamed, launching myself at her hysterically as streams of tears rushed down my face. My fists flew out like tiny arrows, trying to mark her cold, porcelain skin, but my sister blocked all of them immediately.
“Give it up, you loser. I’m more than twice as strong as you; I could snap your neck, whereas you could barely break a twig,” she quipped, pushing me down onto the stony pavement again. I wailed, wrapping my arms around myself.
“Why are you being so mean to me? I’m your sister Isabel… don’t you remember any of the times we had together? All of the games, the secrets, the fun – “
“Shut up!” she roared immediately, cutting me off and blocking the sound of my voice from her ears with her hands. “None of that was real! It’s in the past! I am not your sister!”
“Who are you then, Isabel?” I whispered. “Who have you become?”
“I am Yo-Yo. That’s who I am, who I’ve become.”
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