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Don't worry about the darkness in my soul.

It ignites me like a coal ember.

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-Chapter 8--Her little happy life-

Just staring at the ceiling, as if there was something interesting about it. Thinking about... What's that little brat doing right now? She's probably sleeping.

The only thing that's really getting under my skin at this very moment is that she's not here with me. But rather, she's with my twin, sleeping in the same bed.

I almost had her. But no, they just had to spoil my fun.

Next time, I'll lock the door.

A soft knock is heard. I completely ignore it, knowing damn well who it is on the other side of that door. The soft knock is heard again, and you guessed it.

I completely ignored it.

I don't know why people do that. If a person doesn't respond the first time, what makes them think they're going to respond the second or third time around? For crying out loud, people can't get the damn fucking hint.

The sound of the door creaking open makes me shut my eyes.

Slow but steady fainted steps get closer by the second.

"I know you're awake, Kevin," my mother says, with so much venom as she approaches my bed.

"I guess so, Ms. Nancy." I poke fun at her with the little nickname my little new toy gave my mother.

"Stand up now." She orders me, not wasting time. Apparently, someone's in a hurry today to get shit done.

"And why would I do that?" I raise an eyebrow, challenging her to come up with something new.

"If you don't stand up, I'm switching your bedroom" she glimpsed around and then continues" with Leo's."

My little smirk was wiped off my face, as a frown replaced it instead.

"You heard me, you little piece of shit. You're just like your biological father, always trying to piss me off every chance you get. " She hisses at me.

Her dull gaze narrows as she takes another puff of her cigarette that she had in her right hand.

"Stand up now." She ordered with a straight face. I stood up, not wanting her to go through that threat. I need to be near my new toy to play with her.

I won't be able to do that if she switches my bedroom with the one at the end of the hallway.

Plus, just thinking about my brother taking this room was pissing me off. I want him far away from my new toy.

He can get his own and leave mine alone.

"You think... you can now do whatever you want because I have let you slide." A sharp noise was heard echoing inside the darkroom. She didn't last long enough to get physical with me.

This is a new record for her.

"You think that just because she's here, she's going to help you? " She looks up at me, daring me to say otherwise.

Now that she has gotten closer to me, I can smell the bitter smell of the intoxicating liquor in her breath.

"Your daughter should have just died that night, and also taken her whore of a mother with her to the grave." She hissed at me.

What the fuck is she talking about?

And then it hit me. She's not talking about me. No, she's venting her rage on me because she can't vent it on, Richard.

I guess the problem has started again. How freaking nice.

"Don't you dare give her more attention than me. Don't you dare." she says in a low tone as tears slide down her face.

Where the fuck is Richard when you need him?

Don't tell me... He left to ride the fight out again.

She probably won't remember anything in the morning. It's always that way; she never changes.

"You know, Richard is not wrong for giving her more attention. Have you seen her? If he wasn't her father, he would probably have screwed her in a heartbeat."

Another sharp noise is heard in the bedroom. She hits me in the same place but harder. I could taste my own blood. She was getting bolder by the minute, hitting me in visible places.

I guess desperate times call for desperate measures.

"Imagine what will happen if she asks her dear daddy to split up with you because she doesn't want to split the attention that she missed all those years because he met you.

What if she makes him choose between you and her? Then what will you do? " A smile reappears on my face as I look down at my mother.

"He wouldn't choose her; he loves me, only me." Her frown deepens, as the rage oozes out of her in waves.

"Do you sincerely believe that?

She is his own flesh and blood. You, on the other hand, are replaceable. Do you think you're the only woman in the world?

Perhaps next time, he will have better taste in picking women, " I continued mocking her.

It feels good to be the one that is harming others rather than the one that's receiving the pain.

I continue, "You will never have the special bond that they both share with each other. You are an outsider looking in. Nothing more, nothing less. " This time she doesn't slap me.

No, this time she takes the cigarette and places it on my forearm, making me hiss in pain.

Then we both, at the same time, snap our heads towards the door that slams shut. "Shit."

My mother peeks back at me with complete worry. This dumb bitch, She runs to open the door as I follow behind her. When she opened it, nobody was there.

My mother makes her way over to the room that is linked with mine. When we both enter the bedroom, the first thing I see is my little toy hugging my brother, as my brother does the same thing to her.

I was about to go there and yank her away from him when my bitch of a mother got in my way.

My full attention was not on my mother anymore, but on my new naughty toy, who had her slim arm wrapped around my brother's waist.

As her head lay on his chest, comfortably.

She was supposed to be like that with me, not with him.

She is just asking for it at this point. I made myself clear, yet she just doesn't listen.

"Let them sleep. You and I haven't finished our little conversation, Kevin. " She slowly whispers to me.

"I'm not moving from here." My hard gaze doesn't leave the two sleeping bodies on the bed.

A sly smile appears on my mother's face. "Awww, it looks like little Kevin has a crush. Even she knows that you are no match for your brother. " Now my hard, sharp gaze was on her. If looks could kill, she would have been dead by now.

She gulped when she saw me glaring at her like this, just with complete hatred and disgust.

"Oh, come on. Who would want a piece of shit like you? Just look at you with those ugly gray eyes and dirty dark hair. Hideous just like your father."

My frown deepens. She always says that to me. I'm already used to that shit by now.

"You fucking wish." This bitch dares to softly giggle at my response.

"Do you think that I'm lying? Then, let's wake her up and ask her, "Which one of you two is she more attracted to?" She begins walking towards the bed when I quickly grab her, tightly by the left elbow, and forcefully yank her out of the room and back to my bedroom.

This time, I locked the bathroom door shut.

"What happened? Don't you crave to know which one she will have to choose? Or— " she was cut off when she heard the door from downstairs slam shut.

"It seems like your temporary husband has come back. " She doesn't miss a beat in slapping me again when I finish saying those words.

"Honey, Where are you? " It looks like my mother is not the only one who's intoxicated out of her mind.

She looks at me for the last time and slams the door shut behind her. Just leaving me here thinking of a way to destroy her little happy life.

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