My Sister's Boyfriend
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Before I knew it, Ceci was coming at me. Her hands searching my hair. I kicked her shin, causing her to fall to her knees but pull me down. Crashing crashing to the ground. We pushed the table in the friction and the chairs turned. I deposited

all my fury in my hands and I could feel it clawing at my face. I did worse. Trying to defend myself.

Our screams were audible and I felt my scalp hurt. Then I felt a pair of arms pulling me away from Ceci's hair. I felt the strands of her hair in my hand. I heard the voices of my mother, Alexander, and Karol.

I threw myself from Alexander's arms. Seeing my damage. I could feel my scalp burn and so could my face. My arms throbbed and I felt a somewhat unpleasant pain in my shin. I gasped, weary from the little struggle. Ceci was as bad as I was. Huddled in a corner. My mom in the corner and Karol scared next to her. The kitchen was in absolute silence. Only our voices could be heard.

"I don't like it when you fight. We looked at Karol. I imagined seeing her crying, but she had her arms crossed. - Girl fights are boring. You're a softie.

Then she turned and went into the living room. I could hear the TV in the living room being turned on, and the drawing voices start. I rolled my eyes. It had to be Karol... I looked at my mother. She had that angry face, the face of someone who was going to give us a big scolding. I wanted to run away:

"What the hell is going on here?" I threw my hair back, sighing.

"It's her fault!" Ceci exploded again. Now she was crying, the sobs shaking her. And leaving her with a choked voice.

-Stop saying it's my fault, dammit!

"But it's your fault!" You're selfish, who hates me.

"And you, do you love me?" It made me make a lot of sacrifices. He made me stay close to him when I didn't want to. Do you have any idea why we broke up? No! Do you know why I hate him? No. Do you know why I ran away from him? No. Do you know why I always tried to keep away from you and got angry when you asked me to be close to him? No. Do you know why I abhorred this useless friendship you wanted me to have with him? No. No. No! YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING! -Screamed. "Just stand there judging me. Brave because nothing went her way. Oh, I want you to blow yourself up!

"I hate you!" I really hate you!

"Great, if you hate me because of a boy, if you'd rather lose a sister because of a guy who kicked you in the ass." Since you don't have self-love or a sense of family, it's good that you hate me. Because the reverse is totally true! ~I left the kitchen. Leaving them behind. I ran to my room, slamming the door shut. I felt a pain start in my chest, I curled up in the doorway, running my hands over my head and starting to cry, feeling everything I had stored explode at once in my chest. (...)

Since last night I hadn't left my room. My mom has tried several times to come and talk to me, but I'm putting off the conversation. Alexandre has been coming here every 30 minutes since 8 in the morning. And now it's five o'clock. I ignored him. I didn't want to look at him, not yet. I was preparing to decide what to do. My life was turned upside down by some pretty ridiculous things. I was going to fix everything, or at least try to.

I was here, ruminating on everything that had happened nonstop, and I really hate it, but that's usually what I tend to do. And delaying conversation with Alexander was almost the same thing. I knew where he was sitting, on the other side of my bedroom door. He could hear his fingers tapping on the wood of the door, to the rhythm of his favorite music. I bit my lip, feeling the tears return to my eyes. I hugged the pillow, feeling small and alone. I missed my friend. What had we done? I sank my head hard into the pillow, trying to control my crying.

I calmed down after a few minutes, wiping away tears and hoping my face was decent. I got out of bed, heading to the bathroom. Splashing ice water on my face and patting it lightly to get me to wake up. I stared intently at my reflection in the mirror. I knew what I had to do. It was obvious. There wasn't much to think about, from the beginning it was kind of obvious.

I walked to the door of my room, opening it. Alexander almost fell, for he was leaning against it. He stood up, assessing my expression, and walked to the bed without saying a word. He sat down and tapped on the bed for me to sit down too. I closed the door, controlling a sigh, typical, so typical. I sat next to her, looking into her eyes and feeling relaxed. It didn't seem so hard now.

"I'm sorry for what I did. He began.

"What did you do exactly?"

"Leaving you alone.

-Relax. It was nothing. I shrugged.

"You had a fight over Igor, didn't you?"

"It's a point of view, if you're looking to see under Ceci's eyes. I huffed, hugging a pillow.

"So it's true. Another fight because of him.

"It's more her fault, really. I mean, who came all crazy on me?

"Why?" That is... All I know, is that they're done.

- Yupi. I mumbled a fake celebration, he smiled slightly.