Chapter 50: Sisters and exchanged words.

KIKI.

Maybe I had never envisioned what meeting my sister would look like because I didn't think I was ever going to meet her but this? This was certainly not what I would expect.

I certainly would not expect that Fifi would stand before me and not be excited to see me. I certainly would not envision my sister looking down on me in such a demeaning manner and asking me what if I was Kiki. Her sister.

“What if you are Kiki?” She began, eyeing me in a disgusting manner that made me want to throw up. “Am I supposed to bow down at your feet or what?” She questioned, standing akimbo and demanding that I answer her.

Her eyes did a small rake over me, giving me a once over. A disgusted look I was already familiar with came on her face. It was the same kind of look Sarah would pass my way when I walk into the office in an old skirt and worn-out heels. It was the same kind of look that made me look down at myself, ashamed.

But only that this time, it made my heart constrict painfully in my chest at the sight of the familiar expression. It made me feel more than disgusted with myself.

“Why am I not surprised to see you looking like this?” She queried eyeing me. “It is because I already know. You and your miserable life already gave me the impression that you would never amount to anything in this world.” She sneered.

I was flabbergasted at her choice of words.

How could she think that of me?!

She chuckled softly like she didn't want to overdo things. “You are just the way mum had said you would be? A miser! A poor invaluable thing. It is such a pity that I had to spend my childhood with you.” She started to shake her head like it was a pity.

I didn't know how to feel. I didn't know how I was supposed to feel by her words that were cutting through every flesh of my body.

“Kiki,” She drawled softly, angling her head up toward me. “How does it feel to be on the loosing side? The side that would never amount to anything? The side you decided for?” She asked, her eyes peering down at me so innocently. But I knew she wasn't innocent.

Some of the people around snickered mockingly at her words, plunging me into more embarrassment.

“How?” My voice shook with emotions, unable to take any more of her words. “How can you be talking about losing or winning, Fifi? How can you talk about this?” I demanded, starting to get angry at her. Maybe she had changed over the years into a comedian. Maybe she was just joking.

“Excuse me?” She asked like she couldn't care.

“Excuse you?” I laughed. A burst of very bitter laughter. “How dare you speak like this?” I was starting to yell but then, I took a deep breath and calmed down.

“You left at a very young age, Fifi. But I'm sure you still remember me. I'm sure you remember dad and Jojo. So, how can you be talking about this instead of you to be asking about dad's welfare and Jojo's? How won't you be concerned about dad?” I asked her cos I wasn't getting it.

“Dad?” She asked in disbelief. “What dad? Oh, you mean your dad cos my dad is very much alive enjoying his mansion. It's your father who has died a miserable death as a pauper.” She told me and I gasped.

How could she speak about dad in that manner? How could she talk about him like that?

“And even that imbecile of a baby brother, Jojo, or whatever you call him is not in any way related to me. I don't have an imbecile as a sibling. Neither do I have a pauper for an elder sis.” She announced.

“You shouldn't mind her, Fifi.” A voice that belonged to Claire spoke up. She stood before Fifi, staring at me in disgust.

“That is how she behaves. I know her very well. She goes about claiming relations with wealthy people she doesn't know. She is a famzer. A disgusting crooked one!” She spat at me.

“I know.” Fifi nodded in agreement.

“I've known her for a long time. Her boyfriend just left her when she became irritating. Nobody likes her here, they just tolerate her.” She started to say and my mouth opened.

I have already told myself that I wouldn't be shocked by whatever Claire does to me. But this? This right here was just beyond belief.

I remember sitting with her one night after a dance at a club to tell her about my mum and sis who had left home a long time. I remember crying so hard that day that if they were here, I wouldn't have to shoulder so many responsibilities. I remember being so down. It was the week after my dad died.

She had stayed with me. She had draped a hand around me, comforting me. She told me she would always be here with me. She assured me that even though my dad was gone, she would always be by my side to shoulder things with me and care for Jojo.

I had believed her.

Looking at her now, I was more than driven to kill her on the spot. She had deceived me. She had hurt me beyond measure and was still hurting me. She knows how much I love Fifi yet she was saying all this to her.

What kind of a person was she?

“After the death of her miserable father who had left a huge debt for her to pay, she had started the act of framing wealthy people just to get money,” Claire said. Fifi sneered.

“I don't expect any less from a pauper whose own mother had called a mistake. A person whose miserable father had left nothing but huge debt for her to pay.” She chuckled.

Her words hit me hard, brewing something hot in me. Before I knew it, I was taking a step toward her. My palm making a connection with her cheek and the resonating sound was what happened next.

Yes, I had slapped her.