Bad Sister

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚠𝚘.

Bile surges up my throat when a calloused hand fists my breast. suddenly I'm burning up, my head feeling heavier than usual as I try to get comfortable.

I groan and move my body, but my attempts are futile. my eyes shoot open only to be pierced by rays of light in the room.

Fuck, I groan again, turning.

Argh, this is stupid.

I rub my eyes and face. And as I slowly move my head, bits and pieces of images flash through my mind. Like clockwork every cell in my body starts screaming, aching. Why did I drink so much?

I groan, recalling last night's events. I remember dancing carelessly, and drinking more than I can handle. Then a nerve wrecking image of Reilly's cocky smile flashes before my eyes. Oh shit.

Oh shit.

That, alone, is more than enough to bring me to life.

I bolt, sitting up right and my head starts pounding at the movement. I groan in pain, I shouldn't have done that.

I hear the person beside me moan as they shift.

Looking to my right, head in hand, i see a head of sandy blonde hair and my eyes widen as my heart sinks to my stomach.

Oh.

My.

God.

Reilly groans, tucking the pillow under his big head. I can hear my heart drum in my ears, tears burning my eyes as I dig through last night's events.

What did I do?

My chest is rising rapidly and I can't. . .

I can't. No.

I didn't.

Please, God, I didn't.

I wouldn't.

My stomach growls and I am feeling hot again. I did not, we didn't.

I glance to my right again. Reilly's innocent, peaceful face achingly greets me. Oh no, I cry silently.

With one last look, I push his arm off my thighs and practically fall of the bed in a futile attempt to run away.

"Shhh," he groans, a creak following soon after. "Keep it down."

I don't even look at him. On my knees, I keep my head down and crawl in shame.

I didn't sleep with him, I tell myself. I didn't with him, I repeat.

I barely make it to the vanity before pulling the sheet off the bed to cover myself. I stay on the floor as he casually stays in bed naked, his manhood erect.

With that my eyes widen. My stomach growls, and I let out all he contents that kept pushing up my throat.

Everything violently gushes out of me onto the clean, grey carpet.

"Kira?" He sounds almost confused but I can't start to comprehend what we did . "What the fuck?"

When I look at him, Reilly's face is contorted in disgust and all I can do is run out of there with whatever shred of self respect I had left.

If I had any.

Without money or the slightest idea of where I am, I walk home; cheap makeup all over my face, wild hair, and shoes in hand.

My heart weighs heavy in my chest as I walk. All I could think of was Reilly. And Maddie.

Oh, poor Maddie. My sister.

My sister.

I'm better than this.

Or at least I was.

And as if I didn't feel any less of a whore, when I get to work, after cleaning up at home, I find Madilyn standing at the door, two cups of caffeine in hand and phone pressed between her shoulder and ear.

Unlike any other day, she's dressed in a formal attire, with her wild coily hair put in neat a bun. She has dark edged shades on, probably for the hangover.

She smiles and waves when she sees me.

What am I going to do?

I salivate my dry throat and take a step forward, pressing my lips together trying to smile.

"Hey," she says handing me one cup when we enter the laundromat. "I didn't see you leave the party yesterday, what happened?"

My pulse quickens and I busy myself hoping I don't have a guilty look.

"Kira," she calls. She's standing on the other side of the counter, eyebrows scrunched with her shades on hand.

"Hmm. . ." I can't help but feel scrutinised under her gaze. I stop for a second in front of her. "It's a funny story actually,"

"Are you okay?"

"Mhm," I nod. I look down, when tears start to burn my eyes. "Ah, shit, I have something in my eye."

"Let me look at it." She says.

"I'm okay, Madilyn." I lie. "Don't you have a photoshoot in like ten minutes?"

She doesn't seem to believe me, her eyes running up and down my body.

Regardless she puts her shades back, "Oh yeah, totally forgot. But, I'll call you as soon as I can. Okay." She promises with a departing blown kiss.

I give her a polite smile as she leaves. But the facade drops painfully when she's out of sight. My heart is achingly heavy in my chest.

I get a dreadful, sick feeling in my stomach when I look at the cup of coffee she brought for me. And with that, It dawns on me once again; I slept with my sister's boyfriend.

The day painfully goes by and I can't seem to sit still for more than a minute. My heart skips beats when I try to relax. On my lunch break, I got to the back room, slide down the wall and puff out my cheeks as I try to get my bearings.

I slept with my sister's boyfriend.

I contemplate telling her. I weigh the pros and cons, the consequences. I stand to lose more than he does.

I could lose my sister, my family's respect. But my problems aside, Maddie will lose more than both of us. All those sacrifices she'd made, and every piece of herself she lost to be a self acclaimed model would go to waste with just one headline.

It's not easy being a biracial model, she often says. I groan, running my hands over my face. Fuck my life.

My phone suddenly chimes as a text comes in from an unsaved number.

You forgot something, it says.

My pulse races and without a doubt, I already know who it is. Reilly. For good reasons I don't reply. He can throw whatever it is.

I sigh and get back to work.

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