My sun on a warpath.
As soon as he disappears into the night, I let out my first sob. I turn away from the window and fall on my ass on the floor.
I sob and sob but have enough presence of mind to cover my mouth, to not alert the whole world that I’m crying.
That my witchy heart is breaking because someone killed the heart of the boy I love.
His big, precious, darling heart.
How could anyone do that to him?
How could my sister?
God, my ownsister.
The girl who’s perfect in every sense. How could she do that?
What was she thinking? I can’t understand it.
I can’t… believe it, even.
I hear her footsteps climbing up the stairs and I spring up from my crouched position. I don’t even take the time to wipe off my tears that are still streaming down my face. I whip open the door.
Standing at the landing, Sarah frowns at the suddenness of it all. “What –”
“You cheated on him,” I say in a strong voice.
I almost declare it to the empty, dark hallway.
She’s taken aback, her frown deepening, and for the first time in my entire life, I don’t like how smooth and flawless her skin is. She was crying a second ago, wasn’t she? Why aren’t there any track marks on her cheeks?
Why’s she so perfect even in her misery? Why isn’t her world falling apart like mine is?
“How did you… What?” she stalls.
“I overheard your conversation.”
She loses her frown at this and her lips curl up in a sneer. “You had no right.”
She’s right.
I had no right to eavesdrop. It was wrong. But I did it anyway. And I don’t care about right or wrong.
Not right now.
Not when my sister has so much explaining to do.
“Youcheatedon him,” I repeat.
Her eyes widen and she marches closer to me. “Can you keep your voice down?”
“Why?”
I don’t wanna keep my voice down.
I wanna scream and shout and kick and punch.
I’m so angry. I’m so fucking angry right now.
