The Other Sister

11

We drove through the gate, and up to the front of the house. He got out and hurried over to my door. I smiled and gave him a small nod to thank him. He gave me his hand, and I gladly took it. He helped me up and out of the car. He has my heart going in loops! Butterflies fill my stomach when we touch hands, brush arms, even make eye contact. His charm has done wonders to me. I wonder if he notices. Or I wonder if it's obvious that I have fallen for him! I really do hope he hasn't noticed yet. I fell like im going back to my young years, of gossiping over boys we couldn't get. Or of boys that we like, and that we would marry one day. I was a child with high. hopes. It was fun to get my hopes up. But now, all my hopes have gone down the drain. All my plans in life, and all my wants. Just... Gone. Damn. I really have to get those negative thoughts our of my head!

We walked into the kitchen, and Charles went behind Merricat while saying "Well, well, well." He grabs onto Merricat's shoulders. "Everybody's here." He looks behind me and smiled. I blush a small amount, and smile back at him. He looked to Constance and said "I was thinking, while I'm here, I should go through your father's papers." Uncle Julian butted in and rose his voice a little bit "Don't touch my papers!" Charles looked to him and said raising his voice a little as well "There might be something important in there. I haven't even been to the study." No one really paid attention to the last comment of his. Constance walked over to Julian with a box of some sort. "What is this?" Julian said to Constance. With a wide smile, Constance replies with "This is your box, Uncle Julian." Jullian forgot what he wanted the box for. I felt so badly for him. It would be unkind to put him in a hospital, but right now, it might be for the better.

"What for?" He asked. Constance put a gentle hand on his shoulder and said "To put your papers in." She walked to the sink to wash her hands and said to her "I'll take care of him." She smiled and continued to prepare dinner. He walked over to me and put his hand on my lower hip, and on my face. He said "Beatrice, you go, wash up, and get ready for dinner." I wrapped my arms around his neck and he wrapped his around my waist. I sigh and look at him. I write down 'Thank you Charles. This means a lot.' He smiled and he let me go wash up. He said to Constance before I left, "You go too. You've done a lot today. Go ahead and get ready for dinner along with your sister." She said "Oh, thank you Charles!" He smiled and Constance followed me up the stairs. I wrote down 'Would you want to help me with my hair, and I can help you with your dress?' She smiled and said "I would love to!"

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3rd Person POV

Merricat backed herself up against the counter while Charles made his way over to the fridge. As he opened it, he said "I wonder...in about a month from now..." He took a sip of milk from the carton. "...who will still be here." He took another drink of milk, and continued "You or me." He took one last gulp and ended it with an "Ahh."

Merricat was disgusted. She was sick of Charles! She just wanted him out! She had an idea strike her mind. If she wanted him gone, then she will drive him out. She will destroy everything so he has to go. He has to go! She thinks. Where does she think best? Her garden! Merricat walks outside, and on the table sits a basket full of vegetables. She empties the basket, and begins to explore the forest around her garden. Picking up sticks, weeds, flowers, and other plants, planning something big for Charles. He wasnt going to like it, but Merricat is going to love it.

While Merricat was putting her plan in place, Constance was in her room listening to her music, and practicing her French. She wants to travel someday when she gets the confidence. Better practice while she has the time I presume. While they were at work, I was downstairs making gingerbread cookies for Charles. He has mentioned that gingerbread in summer are his favorites. After I finished the cookies up, and went back upstairs to change. Constance had put one aside after dinner was over. I haven't seen it yet, so I was very excited! I entered my room, and on my bed laid one of the most beautiful dresses I have ever seen. The sleeves were short, but covered my shoulders. Along the collar bone area, there was extra fabric lining it. It added the perfect amount of flow to the article of clothing! The print had roses and other flowers covering it. The torso was soft to the touch, and fit perfectly. The dress itself, fell just below my knees. It fit very comfortably and made me feel beautiful.

After making sure the dress was on properly, I went to the closet to put on my shoes. I know I am inside the house, but it makes me feel more proper, and formal to wear shoes with a pretty dress! It feels right if you know what I mean? Nevermind that. The shoes I picked out were simple, with ties and a small heel. If you saw me in normal heels (ranging from 2 inch and up) I would be on the floor every time you would look towards me! I am one of the clumsiest people ever! That's the truth if I have ever heard it!

Slipping on the shoes was a little bit of a struggle. The socks kept falling off, and it had gotten quite bothersome. Finally, 5 minutes later, I had the damned shoes on! I walked over to the vanity in my room, and opened the 3rd drawer. I pulled out the locket that I kept of my mother and father. I of course still missed them after they left. I just haven't worn it in a while. Having my mother and father with me tonight would mean a lot. I clasped the necklace around the back of my neck, and ran my fingers down the chain, and onto the charm. I opened the locket and looked closely at the portraits of my parents. The picture of my mother had a feeling of sorrow. She smiled, but her smile was full of sadness and she was hiding behind it. Her eyes said it all. The picture next to hers was my fathers. The feeling within the picture was dreadful. I was not around for the incidents, but he was angry. When he was angry, he didn't cool off with a drink. He cooled off with my mother. He was terrible to her. I would come home some nights from a friends house to see my mother crying in the kitchen, while my father is fast asleep in their bed upstairs. It was a terrible sight to lay your eyes upon.

Blinking away the tears, I closed the locket at sighed. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror when I stood up. I turned around to see what I looked like. For the first time in a while, I agreed with my heart. 'I look beautiful.' my heart would say. My conscious agrees. I smiled brightly, trying to be genuine about it. I shook off the sudden sadness, and made a promise to myself to be happy tonight. 'I deserve to be happy. I am worthy of happiness' I think to myself in my head. I walk away from the mirror feeling happy, and confident in myself for the first time in a very, very, long time. And I think I'm ok with it. :)