ENOUGH IS ENOUGH

We stand at the stairs. "Is the food enough? Anything that is needed?" I ask.

"Everything is okay. I will tell you if we need anything," she says.

"Are you sure you want to stay with them?" I ask. I mean, she has a boyfriend whom they have a lot to catch up on, and she also has her family now. I do not want to tie her here.

"Yes. I want to do this. Besides, I go home every night. By the way, my parents want to come see the girls and thank you personally." She says.

Huh? What is that now? "I have no problem with them visiting the girls, but thanking me? That is not necessary, Mayleen." I state.

"Well, they want to, and they insist. I cannot refuse them." She says.

"Oh well, when do they want to come?" I ask.

"Whenever you want."

"Okay. The day after tomorrow, will it be okay with them?" I ask.

"Sure," she says.

"Alright. I will send a tailor to take the girls' measurements tomorrow. They need clothes. And I also need to find a more comfortable place." I say.

"Okay, Gia," she says.

"Okay. I will go talk to a brat sister of mine." I say as I eye the door, hoping that we don’t end up killing each other.

"She really is one." Sheryl says. I know they must be already pissed off by her, and I cannot blame them.

"If she doesn't speak up, I don't think I will have the courage to try again. This is exhausting." She pats my shoulder, and I walk the rest of the stairs as she walks down to the girls.

Standing at the door of what used to be my bedroom a few weeks ago, I knock gently and wait for my sister to open, but as the arrogant bitch that she has become, she doesn't open the door. I push the door open slowly and walk in, only to find her resting on the bed like a queen. That is how much she despises me. That is how much she hates me. My presence bothers her that much.

"Hi." I greet her, and she gets out of bed, standing distantly in front of me.

"Say what brought you quick and leave. And it better not be a stupid long speech like the one you were giving downstairs, madam heroine!" She mocks.

"Just what exactly is your problem with me, Grace? Let us start there." I say.

"My problem is that you pretend to be madam smart and perfect. Your show-off stinks! Go now and claim your crown. You have managed to get everyone on your side with your deceit. They praise you now like the heroine you so desperately wanted to be. You must be very content and happy now, right?" She barks. Well, this is too much. So, even saving the girls now is a problem for her? Just because it was me who did it?

"Yes. I sure am so happy and content. And I already have the crown—the crown of justice. I have avenged my parents and everyone else. These girls downstairs are free and happy. They can live a happy life. That is all I wanted, believe it or not." I look at this lady before me, searching for my older sister that I knew before, but there is no single trace of her. My sister was a bubbly person, someone who loved me and shared in my joy and victory, but this stranger in front of me is full of anger and hatred. Where did she bury my sister? "What happened to you, sis?" I wonder out loud.

"Don't you dare call me your sister, you selfish bitch! And what happened is that I realized what a selfish bitch you are. You only think of yourself. All that you care about is you and nothing else." She speaks, but in riddles, which I still don’t understand, and they are not helping my curiosity or the anger building in me.

"Why don't you tell it straight to my face? What is it that I did wrong so that we can settle this once and for all?" I say.

"Why don't you stop playing the saint? Why don't you stop this charade and tell people the whole truth about why you did all this? After that," she walks to the door and opens it, holding it still. "You can come back and listen to what I have to say about selfish snakes like you. Get out!"

What the heck? From a selfish sister to a selfish bitch, and now a selfish snake? These titles are too much and heavy for me to bear, you know? What's with the riddles? We can save time and solve this before it gets out of control if only she can just spit my mistakes out. This is so draining!

"I am not leaving until we clear this up." I stand my ground.

"Don't force me to pull you by the hair and drag you out, Gia Wilsons, because I gladly can." God help this woman come back to her senses soon. I have tried my best. This is as far as I can go. I am just so, so done trying. I give up. If she wants to die from this ungrounded rage, so fucking be it!

"Your accusations and hatred towards me are baseless. I don't have anything to hide. All my thoughts, my intentions, and my actions are pure and just. I am at peace with my God and my conscience, Grace! If you have something against me, I give you the absolute right to expose me. Let the entire nation know what I am hiding from them. Until then, suit yourself, bitch! If you want this anger to kill you, it is all up to you. And you don't have to ask me to leave my own house. It's ridiculous! It makes you look and sound like a pathetic, disrespectful bitch! Our parents did not raise you that way. So long!" Before my legs could expose my weakness, I stomped out of the room, banging on the door behind me. She can go to hell, for I care now. I tried enough. I cannot keep soothing an adult like she is a five-year-old kid.

I run through the stairs and out of the house without looking anywhere but where my next step will land. I only remember how to breathe when I step outside. This is killing me for real, but I have to let her be. It is not healthy for me to keep getting all this shit from that bitch. "What's up?" My Greek god asks, running to me, and at this point, the only thing I need is a hug. I fall into his arms, the safest place I know that will suck all my worries and pains away.