My Sister's Boyfriend
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"I knew you must be isolated. So I thought of this place. "For him to know that, it bothered me even more.

"Why did you come after me?" He half-glanced at his feet, his face taking on a familiar shade of embarrassment. Understanding flooded me. "My sister asked for it, didn't she?" -Was. Is... Let's go to a diner.

-Clear... Go ahead. I crossed my arms, pointing the way with my head. "I'll go later."

-In fact... I offered to look for you. I couldn't help but be surprised at this, let alone the question that followed:

"Why?"

"I need to talk to you." He took a step forward, making me take two steps back.

"We don't have anything to talk about.

"The way you're handling things is killing me, Malu!"

"The way I'm dealing with things?" - laughs ironically. "What did I want me to do?" Would you go around saying I'm happy with all of this? Do you want my blessing now? "That's ridiculous.

"What do you want me to do then?" "I couldn't understand him. Understand what he wanted. Didn't he see that this was stupidly painful?

Stop treating me like I'm a monster, like I don't have feelings...

So you have feelings, but you don't care about others? That's it? - laughs ironically again. Starting to get angrier still.

- Stop doing it. Please..." He pleaded, quietly.

"Do what?" Be honest?

"You're not being sincere. It's being cruel.

- Owwn. Poor. I'm the bad, very bad girl. Heartless... The wicked witch in this useless fairy tale you're trying to live. My voice seemed to become more and more hostile. "I'm the cruel one who destroys all your attempts to be nice to her. Because you... Oh... You're awesome! A great guy! He never hurt anyone.

"Stop doing that, stop throwing it in my face. I remember what happened, you know? I remember everything! I know I was an asshole. But it's over. So stop it! And mainly... Stop talking and acting like I didn't love you!

"Then stop acting like I still love you!" I shouted, my eyes blurry. But anger and pride greater than anything, than all the hurt. "Because I've got a bombshell surprise for you..." I don't give a about you. I hate you! I just want you away, okay? Far away!

I tried to walk past him, but he gripped my arms tightly. Making me look in the eye. He panted, also angry. Then he smiled, a sarcastic smile.

"Do you hate me as intensely as you still love me?"

-What?! I screamed, horrified. His question had taken me by surprise, causing my legs to weaken. "What are you saying?"

"That you're a liar." You're a hypocritical liar. He didn't beat any drugs! Because if I had gotten over it, I wouldn't have been so nervous. I wouldn't give a damn about our previous story, because I wouldn't make a difference in your life. If you had gotten over it, you would have been indifferent to me. I wouldn't care. But I can feel that hatred in you, strong, intense, and vivid, proportional to how much you care. Even though you try to play indifferent, you can feel your fury just by looking at me. And that makes me sure I still affect you. Assure me that you still love me.

With my free hand, on pure impulse, I slapped him. That echoed throughout the empty room. He let go of me and I staggered backwards. Shocked by his words. Shocked because that was true. Seeing that I agreed with that had made me more and more surprised, more and more... Hurt by it all. I didn't even have the strength to deny everything he told me. And neither could it. When I managed to find my legs in the midst of all the shaking I was, I just ran away. I went into the house breathless. My mother had gone out to dinner with her husband, a stranger in this house. Then the place was completely silent, empty and dark. I walked up the stairs with quick steps, entering my room, all messed up, and slamming the door shut.

"How dare he say that?" Argh! "I was brooding over it for the rest of the afternoon. Feeling more and more irritated and out of my mind. I ended up going to take a shower of super cold water to cool my head. I rubbed my hair in excessive anger during the shower and went to change, putting on a light outfit, unlike my head, which weighed tons. The fury slowly dissipating as I combed my hair, but still there, present on my chest.

As he untangled my damp hair, I couldn't stop thinking about what he had said to me. I heard a car noise coming and walked to the window, which overlooked the entrance to the house. I saw Ceci getting out of the car, with Karol lying in her arms, probably asleep. Igor kept his expression serious. Ceci walked up to him and kissed him on the lips. To watch that, to witness that moment... It was horrible. There was no way to explain it. The anger was so great that I squeezed the hairbrush until my fingers hurt. I noticed that he pulled away from the kiss too soon. I heard Ceci wave, and soon I heard the door slamming and Ceci walking inside the house. Still, I kept peeping, until he looked in my direction. I held his gaze for a few seconds, until his slumped shoulders made me feel even more irritated. I stared at him until I couldn't stand the magnetism of those very distant eyes and closed the window tightly, making it tremble.

I tossed the brush aside and ran my hands over my head. Angry with myself, with him, with this whole situation. Before I could recover from the window incident, before I could recover from what I saw. Ceci came into my room. His cheeks were red and his eyes were full of anger.

"What did you do to him?" She hissed. And I realized that she was completely out of control. When Ceci got angry, she was just unbearable, more so than usual.