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Chapter 3 - Ungrateful

Mei pov ..

Alessia came back just hours before midnight,

"why aren't you sleeping, ? What were you waiting for , ?"

"My money , ?"she pondered shrugging with a mocking smile ,

I don't want anything from you Alessia , I just want you safe at home I tell her and signal her to sit to which she gladly accepted ,

" How was your day , ? " I asked and filled her plate with rice and the spinach and some fruits that were on the table ,

"Who are you giving that to , ?" she asked with disgust , it's for you Alessia , you need to eat sister, I nudged her and put the plate and the spoon on her space of the table .

Disgusting, she cried out and throw the plate of food on the ground making me gasp ,

" Are you trying to make your ass cursed Alessia , ?? "

That's food that you have disrespected , I yelled angrily .

"You call that nasty thing food , ?"

Good thing , I had a bite of some good saucy chicken and some dumplings where I came from. She scoffs and was ready to walk out on me ,

I am going to teach her a lesson before she does so . You are such a witch Alessia , there are lot of people like us who are in need of food out there and you had the audacity of throwing it like some kind of a garbage , ? I yelled on her face ,

She slapped me hard on the cheek that I stumbled back and clutched my face looking at her hatefully , she is really trying me.

"Go hand it to them, "

This is no food and my fucking stomach will never put nor preserve something as dirty as this , if you don't have anything suitable for lunch or dinner then don't bother yourselves adding any portion for me ,

You are such an ungrateful wench , I let out the words slip from mouth which made her laugh ,

I have enough money to live my ass out and not care anything that you guys may offer me , I gritted my teeth and slap her face harder that my palm ached , she is ungrateful .

You messed with a wrong bitch my dear sister, I gritted out only for her to launch on me like an angry bird.

We started fighting , her scratching my face whilst I tied her long hair on my hands and pulled it out hard in the point of removing her scalp ,

You bitch, she yelled and tried slapping me on my entire face but landed on my cheek and scratched a skin out of me .

Ahh .. I cried a little hurt , but we didn't let go of ourselves as we carried on fighting and throwing profanities over each other ,

You are such a whore .. you slut. .. you witch..

The next thing I knew my hair was hold in a tightening grip that made me yell out loud and my hands released on Alessia's hair ,

"You daughter of jezabel , " you ungrateful wench .." are you trying to kill your sister , ?" I heard a familiar voice of mom ,

A loud slap echoed through out the house making me drop on the floor of our house , '' you are such a witch , trying to kill my daughter ... !!" She yelled and slapped me again making me cry ,

"Her daughter , ?" then who am I ?

Mom ..I called her but she turned deaf ear and took Alessia in her arms checking all the injuries that I have and haven't painted her on .

Alessia looked at me sternly and shrugged her shoulders , what did I do to deserve this, ?

You are going to pay for this you whore , mom yelled and took me by my hair again and dropped me outside the house , it was all dark .

The only source of light is the moon and everyone was probably asleep by now .

Mom please no , Alessia !! I cried out for her so that she could help me but she looked at me up and down and ended up closing the door on my face ,

Not a second she opened it and said , oh by the way I met up with what it looked like a noble man ... A king actually if I am not mistaken and you know what does that mean my dear sister. ,??

She asked with a light smile looking at her nails and flipping her hair dramatically while I cried on the ground outside , it means misery to you little seamstress . She says and laughed like a bitch Infront of my face ,

Isn't she sick , ?something in my head snapped when I looked at her ,

And oh that also means a good time ,fun and enjoyment for me . So goodluck sleeping outside little legs , and she banged the door .

Is she even the same sister that I had grew up with , ? Why would she treat me this way , ?

I cried harder and clutched the hem of my long dress ,why was I the only one whose to be blamed , ? Did I ever do anything to her or mom ?

Why does she hate me so much, ?? Wiping my tears , I looked for a corner just a little far from our house and settled myself wiping the bitter tears.

She is my sister , but she acts like I am not related to her , she acts as if I am her enemy, I understand she is beautiful and everything but must she tell me of how short I am and how tall she is , ?

What does she get by comparing me with herself ?

I swallowed the lump in my throat and thought of the days when we were together , happy and with the company of dad . It was a blissful moment.

We were around ten , I remember vividly, few days before dad left us . He was such a loving father , a very understanding person and he used most of the time making timber ,

For the family and for trading so that he could earn, he was the source of us to why we owned our sweet little home and for me to get a little small shop that I now use for my workings .

I wish I could get in my little working place , it's dark and I am scared of what will be following me around this night, for that I decided to sleep where I am peacefully to prevent any risks to myself from the horrors.