Bad Sister

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢-𝚏𝚒𝚟𝚎

At this time Piper would have two glasses of vodka prepared for the day if something untimely happened the previous day.

It always seems to soothe something.

But instead of that, my mother and father sit right across the kitchen island, glaring at me practically ashamed.

I stare blankly around the place and scratch behind my ear and when I take a deep breath, I can't begin to even comprehend the nerve or demon that possessed me to say what I did to Maddie last night.

But why, she'd asked me. Brown eyes hopeless just like her light voice.

I should've kept my mouth shut.

Why didn't I keep my mouth shut?

"I slept with Reilly." Is the last thing I said to her before she hopelessly fell to the floor.

However, I remember bits and pieces of the emotions that overwhelmed me and pushed me to fess up; I was tired and I couldn't breathe. I was falling deep into the rabbit hole because of one mistake.

And despite everything being dark and gloomy, it feels as if a load has been taken off my chest.

I could say that I'm walking on sunshine, even sing at the top of my lungs too, and dance.

But I can't.

I want to.

But I won't.

I should feel ashamed too, guilty even. Especially since I told her half the truth.

Well. . .

"You're still here,"

Suddenly my heart skips a beat, Maddie emerging from her room with a sarcastic and painful smile plastered on her lips.

She laughs to herself. "Of course you're still here."

The stool scraps roughly against the kitchen tiles when I stand up and take measured steps towards my sister.

The walls feel like they are closing in on me with each step I take. It's like I'm shrinking down to the size of an ant. The fridge, the cabinets, the sofas and TV; they are all pushing in on me and I am growing down.

"Maddie," I start, eyes darting around the room, between her and our parents.

Ah fuck. I spoke too soon. What the hell was I thinking?

Were you even thinking at all, I ask myself.

"You're a fucking bitch Kira!"

"Madilyn!" Mom and dad bursts in unison, both craning their necks to glare at their daughter.

In that moment my pulse skips a beat, my heart lurching into my throat at the severity of their voices.

"I'm going to kill you!" She screams and before I know it she has a fistful of my tangled hair in her hand.

"Madilyn Pierson!" I hear my mother shout.

I tap on her hand, one hand instinctively pulling on her smooth hair."Maddie! Maddie." I breathe. "Listen to me. I didn't mean to"

"No!" She growls, releasing my hair only to tighten her hold. "You slept with him," she breathes. "He's my husband Kira. Mine!"

Not a second later she manoeuvres around me and has my arms pinned back. I'm docile and the only weapon I have is my head and my legs.

"Madilyn get off your sister!" Mom shouts. "Madilyn!"

"No!"

I try to kick myself free from her hold. I vigorously thrust my head back when I fail and break free when she stumbles back, whining.