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1.7 Back to the past

Letting my backpack fall on the wooden floor, I then tiredly plopped my butt on a barstool by the kitchen island and grabbed the mug of coffee their nice cook had made for me earlier.

I'm so dead. I'm so fucking dead...

I sighed and took a sip, already wondering what kind of punishment awaited me once I'd gotten home.

I bet it's gonna be nasty.

I thought as I remembered the look in Rebbeca's eyes as she watched me go to their car instead of hers, visibly fuming with rage.

God knows what she's gonna tell mom when she gets home...

"Oh boy..." I absently whispered through my lips, taking another sip as I blankly stared at the kitchen counter.

I wonder what did Rick tell her...

My brows contorted into a small frown as I recalled that weird moment between them in the parking lot, taking a glance behind, to the entrance of their kitchen where Rick had disappeared through only seconds ago.

"So...what was that all about?"

My head quickly turned back to the counter, giving Blake a puzzled look as she peered at me from the opposite side of the island.

"You know, your sister showing up and acting up all crazy and shit..."

"Doesn't she know that you're riding with us every day?"

"She does..." I quietly answered after a long moment of silence.

"But?" She pressed as if sensing there was more to the story. And to be honest, there was. A lot more.

"She's..." I blew out a breath, forcing myself to remain impassive as I dragged out my next words.

"She hates me. She hates my guts and wants to make my life a living hell..."

Placing my hands either side of my head I then started to soothingly rub my temples as my gaze once again lowered to the marble counter top.

I really hated talking about it. And that for a good reason.

"B-but...why?

I mean, she's your sister! Why would she do such shit to her own sister? Her own blood!"

Oh god. Here we go.

I dragged in a lungful of air as slowly, but surely I could already feel a nauseating wave threatening to wash all over me.

Be strong. Breathe Leila. Breathe.

"E-ever since our dad died, things started to change. I mean, it's not like we were besties before...But after our dad..." I gulped, blinking back the small tears already gathered at the corners of my eyes as I struggled to rid my mind of a specific image so deeply ingrained in my memory.

"A-after our dad took his own life, things went south..." With a strangled voice, I quickly spewed out as if to rid myself of those words as fast as possible, closing my eyes for a brief moment.

"At first, she wouldn't talk to me for days, even if we kinda had to "work" together and help mom since she was obviously way too devastated to go on on her own...But from then on, things only got worse..." I somehow managed to explain without bursting into a fit of crying, taking slow and steady breaths as I gazed into my mug.

It's ok...Don't think about it...It's ok...Don’t think about it...

"I'm sorry..."

My teary gaze suddenly snapped back to her as those words abruptly interrupted my inner calming mantra, staring at each other in complete and utter silence for a few moments.

"Look, I know you've probably noticed by now what's going on at school,"

What?

My brows rose at the sudden change in subject -even though feeling somehow thankful for it- looking at her mildly distressed expression as I just sat there, awaiting.

"You know, the weird stares, constant whispers and all that shit," She uneasily explained, gripping the mug in front of her.

"It's just that you've been so nice to me, not to mention that you've been constantly putting up with my shit in these last few months...well, our shit to be more specific," She added with an eye-roll, obviously referring to her brother.

"Anyway, I think that you deserve to at least know what's going on because I really don't want to lose you too,"

What?

Lose me too? What is that supposed to mean?

"Look, first of all, we didn't freaking murder anyone so don't listen to those stupid bitches at school, okay?"

Wait, murder? No one said anything about murder!

What the heck?

I watched her let out a deep sigh, lowering her gaze to the colored mug in front of her.

"Where do I start..."

"So, ever since school started, there was this guy, Mason," She finally started to explain,

"Ugh, he was such a fucking tool," I let out a small chuckle at that side-note, lightly shaking my head.

"Anyway, the thing is that he kept harrassing me whenever he got the chance because, apparently he fucking liked me and that was his way of showing it...”

"Like I said, a total fucking tool,"

I found myself letting out another chuckle at that last sentence, making her momentarily smile as well.

"Yeah, so, at first it was just some mild harrassing like stealing my pen or pinching my cheeks...But then, things got a bit more serious, to the point where I had to fucking hide every time during break time because otherwise, if he would've caught me he would start touching me like, sexually touch me, forcefully kiss me and shit,"

My mouth hung open at what I was hearing, not failing to also notice the visible anger glinting in her green orbs as she talked about it.

"Funny thing was that all those idiots thought that we were a fucking item or something.

So that's why no one would do anything about it. Not to mention that he was the school's freaking star and shit,"

"All that until one day when Ricky came to pick me up earlier, just in time to see me trying to hit that motherfucker while he had me pinned against his car and tried to grab my ass.

Needless to say that in the blink of an eye, Ricky was already on top of that little bitch, beating the shit out of him, all that while the whole school watched, completely horrified as Rick left him in a pool of his own blood and barely breathing,"

Oh my god...

I lightly grimaced at the mental image.

"All I know is that after getting discharged out of the hospital, he switched schools and no one has heard of him ever since,"

"But...Why didn't you tell Rick sooner?" I quickly asked, just as she had finished, finding it so weird that she would keep such thing from him. They usually seemed to be so open to each other. Sometimes maybe too open.

But this was Blake and Ricky we were talking about. So...

"Well, I thought that I could handle it, not to mention that we were going through a rough time at home back then, so I didn't want to pile up some more shit onto his shoulders..."

I watched how her sadened gaze rose as she finished, a genuinely kind and warm smile slowly spreading all over her face as she looked somewhere past me, moments before I felt a rather large and warm hand cupping my shoulder.

I slowly turned my head to the side and upwards, meeting those honey brown eyes so warmly peering right back into mine.

"Come on. Let's get you home before that crazy bitch decides to send the freaking police here,”

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