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.

feel like I’m sitting on

as families, so I’m not afraid of

This is what real

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

look?” Sebastian’s voice suddenly rises by my ear as his hands land on my

mean scare! “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” I hiss at him my heart pounding in my chest so

lets out a light,

this kind of sister’s war happened like, every day?”

I glare at him.

my eyes as if doing accurate science, “You don’t look like someone who

do,” I retort back nastily, “and who’s your source on that?

frowns lightly, and I

a minute,” Sebastian grabs my wrist, and I swing him off by

have no right to touch me!” I know part of my

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