123 All Messed Up

Scarlett’s POV

I have never felt so bad in my life.

To my “family“, I have always bullied Ava. I broke her stuff, and I said mean things to her. I did. I have broken her stuff before, but mostly replaceable stuff like the pile of shit I threw out of the window today. And mostly because she broke my things first, or that she broke them herself and blamed me.

I have never broken something this meaningful for anyone, especially Ava. Maybe it just doesn’t happen often enough so that I’m feeling like sitting on a thousand needles?

Ava has been crying — fake crying – in front of her room while Alfred cleans it for a while now. I have been sitting on the empty dinner table and waiting for her cry to turn into a real one, for a while.

I got really good at telling apart her real and fake cries — her nose gets stuffed when it’s real. That means she hasn’t realized the apple of her eye is several pieces of an apple now.

I’m sitting on

not afraid of them! But I can’t stop my mind from rehearsing what would happen over

what

didn’t! It was there because I didn’t throw it out of the window after I have thrown most of the things off! I wouldn’t even believe myself… Maybe I should say that I was just really mad at Ava, and I just wanted to teach her a lesson. Ava uses this as a legit excuse

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mind. Maybe if

suddenly rises by my ear as his hands land on

a heart attack?” I

lets out a

thought this kind of sister’s war happened like, every day?” He cocks his eyebrows,

I glare at him.

see in your eyes?” Sebastian looks carefully at my eyes as

as you do,” I retort back nastily, “and who’s your source

lightly, and I turn to

wrist, and I swing

me!” I know part of my

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