Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 142664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
That was the last chance we had to cut her down a peg or two before I screwed her fiancé. After she went away to school, I thought I would get my sister back, but instead, she’d put herself in debt with student loans so she could follow her best friend.
Our parents weren’t mad at that stupid shit, but they were up in arms because I went to bed with Denny. They were always all for the relationship between those two because they saw Alyssa as some sort of role model for Sherry, and she was so far up Alyssa’s butt that she couldn’t see that the other girl was just a snobby bitch who thought she was better than everyone else.
At least, that’s how I saw her. Everyone was always singing her praise, and she always acted as if she didn’t give a damn what anyone else thought except her brothers. She was always close to them, and they seemed to take pride in each other.
That’s why I’d made a play for her youngest brother, but he didn’t even give me the time of day. They were always with her, always protecting her. People were always talking about how close the siblings were and how the boys would drop everything to be there for their little sister.
I hated that she had that and so did Mitzie. Even though they were her stepbrothers, none of them ever took the time to get close to her and had shut her out of their lives completely. Everything they had was for their precious little princess who thought her shit didn’t stink.
Sometimes, I hate her so much it chokes me and brings me to tears. I’ll never forget the day I first started hating her. There was a concert, mine and my sister’s favorite boy band was playing. Although I was two years younger than Sherry, I always wanted to do what she was doing.
So, even though I didn’t really like the band, I pretended to because she did. Anyway, they were playing in the town next to ours, and it was all my sister could talk about. She begged and pleaded to go for her birthday, and Dad finally talked Mom into taking her. When Mom asked who she wanted to take, she could take one other person, I was sure she was going to choose me.
I’d already bragged to all of my friends that I was going and had started picking out my clothes and everything. I think those two were twelve, and I was about ten at the time. When I came downstairs to find Sherry all excited and chattering away about all the things they were going to do since they were going to spend the night, I piped up with my own plans.
She just looked at me and, without a care in the world, informed me that I wasn’t going; I was staying home with Dad while she took her best friend. I’d cried and thrown a fit and threatened to destroy the whole house, but Mom didn’t budge.
She claimed that since it was Sherry’s birthday, she got to choose and she had already made her choice. I’m not sure if it was, but it’s the first time I recall my parents not giving me my way in something.
From that day onward I hated Alyssa and had done everything in my power to break up the friendship to no avail. Those two were enmeshed or something, the way they clung to each other and helped each other through everything.
I guess I had finally got my wish after all because they were no longer friends, so at least that was something. I hope they were both miserable for the rest of their lives to make up for the way I had suffered because of them.
As the day went on, I listened to the movement beyond the bedroom door, listening to the drone of voices but not really caring about what was going on. Apparently, Denny had gone to the hospital for something or the other, which I didn’t quite hear, and I can’t say that I care.
The way he’s been treating me, I wouldn’t care if he dropped dead. Thank heaven, his mother is a complete moron who didn’t even verify my pregnancy story; she just took me in once I told her my sob story about how her son coerced me, and now my family had turned against me.
I had her believing that I was so in love with her wimpy son, and my heart was broken because of his callous actions since we were found out. I think his sister knows I’m full of shit because of the looks she gave me, but since she doesn’t have a say in whether I can stay or not, I don’t really care what that bitch thinks.