SISTER'S FIGHT

I said it, right? No, I swore that this bastard would never sleep with me. I am also certain that he will not kill me. I just have to control what I say in front of him. I want to see him furious and restless, but I should take precautions and not go overboard with my words. Detective Garvin will not always show up to my aid like he did two days ago. I will take the detective's advice and control my emotions. There will be time to torture Ejay and make fun of him. I really am eagerly anticipating that day.

Days are moving fast, like really fast. We now have ten days to complete the mission. Good news! Ajay found my sister's room, and I went to her. But the bad news is, she kicked me out like a dog the moment I walked in. I don't know why she is acting like a bitchy brat, and it's freaking the hell out of me. She is so different from the Grace I know. My elder sister loved me. She adored me, her baby sister, and her only sibling. I can still recall how she was over the moon when I became a musician. She dressed me for my video shoots; she never missed any of my shoots. And her silly joke that she would become famous through me is still lingering in my heart, making me smile for the first time in four days—a bitter smile because she does not seem to care about me anymore or any of that.

I loved her bubbly personality. Grace rants about anything and everything that comes to her mind, no matter what it is or who is around. I would still appreciate it if I came back and ran into Grace, who turned mute after our mother's death. I would have understood the trauma. It hasn't been easy for me up until now. But this new version of her is a stranger to me. I can't trace the cause of her hatred. I can't understand why she is pushing me away like I am some kind of monster, when in reality, the real monster is actually the scumbag she has aligned herself with. Heck! I can't understand her at all, and I hate this feeling.

Ejay seems to be the one bathing in the clouds right now. They say heaven is bliss, right? Full of laughter, joy, and peace. This is exactly what Ejay is feeling. He is taking all the pleasure in my misery and glory for it, with Grace’s rejection being the highlight of it all. I can't forget the look of mockery and satisfaction on his ugly face that day Grace threw me out of her room. Actually, if it wasn't for him standing behind the closed door when Grace pushed me out of the door, I would probably be nursing a twisted ankle or a scratch somewhere. Thanks to his spying moods on me, meh!

Did I say "her room"? Sorry, correct that—it is their room. I spotted his boxer and a short lying on the bed that day, and his clothes in the open wardrobe. This is what he wants, and he is winning, but he won't have the last laugh. He is at peace now because he has me exactly where he wants, but that is where all the irony lies. He has no clue what I have in store for him. He will not know what hit him.

Huh? What did I say? He won't know what hit him.

No.

I personally will have the honor of explaining to him what really hit him, because I, Gia Wilsons, will be the one to crash his balls. He will cry, mocking himself, as I sent him to hell, where he belongs.

A slight knock on my pathetic room makes me snap out of my imagination. I am itching with eagerness for the day of Ejay's downfall. I take one more quick look at my face—the scar on my forehead that looks so fresh, the mixture of red marks and some black ones that are healing. He has really made quite a deco to my face. Brace yourself, devil, because I will make you taste hell before I send you on a vacation to hell.

The door opens slowly, and Ajay pops his head right in. God bless the soul of this gentleman, because he is helping me selflessly—without a word and without anything in return.

"You can now go see her, Miss Gia. She's all alone. Ejay just went out to attend to some clients in the basement." He says so, and I nod my head and show him a smile of gratitude. Ooh yes. I am giving this a second trial. I want to face that gross sister of mine one more time. Fingers crossed to the hope that she will set all the rage she has for me today or just pour it all out so that I can understand her.

I walk a distance behind Ajay until we reach Grace’s door. He stands on guard to watch out for Ejay. I take a deep breath, murmur a thank you to him, and I knock on the door. I wait patiently for the door to open, and I am not even one bit nervous. I am not here today to beg a grownup to listen to me. As far as I am concerned, I have not done anything wrong to her, but in case there is anything that I am not aware of, she should slap it in the face. But I am not condescending to her bitchy attitude today.

"In what language should I explain to you that you should stop bothering me?" She yells at me the moment she opens the door and sees my face, standing by it, showing no sign of letting me in.

She has a towel wrapped around her, her head looking like a scattered bush due to the messy wig. I peek inside, and I don't need her to confirm that she is just sleeping with that monster. The bed looks messy, with their clothes lying all over the floor. I can even smell the scent of their disgusting cheap sex from here. How can she be this shameless? Wait, did that monster erase some part of her memory or what? I mean. How can she fuck the same person who is responsible for all our suffering and the demise of our mother? Is she sick?

"In case it hasn't sunk into your brainless head, I want nothing to do with you. Get the fuck out of here!" Oh, she has even learned to speak dirty, huh?

She starts to close the door, but I hold it with one hand, pushing it open with all my strength and force my way in. She stands a distance inside, looking at me with a slight arrogant smirk on her face. I slam the door shut behind me, lock it, and shove the key into my pocket, walking inside.

The galling smell, though, shit! Pure shit! Is this how sex smells, or is it my imagination? "Oh, my small baby sister has grown horns! She now wants to fight her elder sister." She says it with sarcasm.

I lay down, pick up her dress from the floor, and slam it against her face. "Dress up because we need to talk. Your sight right now disgusts!" I say to her, emotionless, but when she fires back, my emotions come flooding in, overpowering my cool. "We have nothing," she starts, but I cut her off.

"SHUT UP!" I bark at her, and she cowers back. She didn't see that coming. I doubt if I have ever raised my voice at her. Our parents taught us good morals, values, and respect. They would die a thousand deaths if they found us fighting like cats and dogs like this, especially if they found out their firstborn daughter was sleeping with her very own cousin, and she was so proud of it. "I don't have time for your childishness, nor do I have all day here. The faster you cooperate, the faster I will be gone from your sight. Isn't that what you want?"

She pulls down the dress, throwing the towel on the bed. I look at the dress, covering nothing but her forbidden areas, but she looks so comfortable in it. "What? You thought that you were the only one who could afford fashionable clothes because you were a star." She snaps.

Fashionable? This seems like walking naked to me. "So, jealousy and competition are the titles of this drama?" I snap back. "Like seriously?"

"Oh, please! Don't make me laugh. Do you think I am jealous of you? Cut me some slack, please!" She fires.

"So you are not? Then break it down to me. What is all this madness all about? Why are you so mad at me? What did I do to you?" I ask, and she shakes her head before keeping a straight face.

"I am not going to stand here and be interrogated by a spoilt little brat like you. Whether you are a star or not, don't forget that I am your older sister. If that's all you came here for, you can leave already and stop wasting my time." She sure won't budge, will she? She is not going to tell me anything.

Fine!

If she insists on being an arrogant, proud bitch, I won't waste my time with her. When it's time, she will have no choice but to come with me. Maybe then, with Ejay out of the picture, she will explain all these to me. In the meantime, we are two arrogant bitches.

"Our mother was killed, and our dad—I don’t even know what to say about him, Grace. Ejay Harrison Wells, the man you are shamelessly sleeping with, killed our mother in cold blood and is the only one who knows the whereabouts of our dad. Is this what our parents deserve? Are you happy with what you are doing? Are you proud of your actions? If this is a plan, tell me. I will help you." I plead, but she bursts out laughing like a psycho before spitting sarcasm at me.

It had slipped my mind that she said she couldn't be interrogated by someone like me. "Plan? To do what? Take down Ejay? You sound pathetic! No, Gia. I chose what was best for me, and that is Ejay. He is all I need. And by the way, how come you now know my name? What happened to "I am sorry, I don't remember your name? Please tell me you were my sister" the other night, huh?"

If sarcastic was a person! Maybe she should drop my father's name and use sarcastic instead as her sir's name. Grace Sarcastic! Yeah, that sounds perfect. I take bold steps toward her, standing in front of her, both of us crossing our hands to our chests, staring at each other like two hungry tigers ready to tear each other into pieces. "My memory came back about a week ago. Now, pay attention carefully to what I am about to say, because this is the last time I will show my face to you. I'm letting you be, but I tell you what? I have a mission here. My sole purpose for returning to this damn cell was to ensure your safety, but since I see you don't need me at all, I will stop worrying about you and go on with my second mission: to avenge our mother’s death and find out what happened to my father. I will get justice for our parents and every other innocent soul that Ejay has killed. Now, if you loved your mother and father, if they meant anything to you, if you cared even a little about them, you will keep your damn mouth shut about all that I have said in this room, and let me do what brought me here. Not a single word to Ejay, including my memory recovery. I hope I have made myself clear enough." I walk to the door and open it, throwing the key at her. "By the way," I say after twisting the nob and unlocking the door. She snaps from whatever she was thinking about: "That cheap smell is suffocating even from outside. You might want to get rid of it. It's so disgusting!" I open the door and start walking out, but her voice stops me, and I turn to her.

"What if I told you that I love him? I love Ejay."

Shoot me!

I blink a few times. No, she is just pulling my leg right now, right? You know, just messing with me. That is it, right? I turn around and look at her for a minute without blinking, to confirm that this really is a joke. A very bad joke, for that matter. But no, wait, is she really looking serious right now? What a ridiculously laughable joke is this? "Then you and him can go to hell for all I care. You both can have your miserable ever-after in hell." I don't even want to hear her next words or see her reaction. How dare she spit that sh*t at me? Lover, her fucked brains! How on earth can she love... Oh, God, I am about to die from this shock.

Painkillers! I need to take them before my head rises.