♟️Girls On the Internet by Ari Abdul
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"You give us hope of having some light in your heart, you makes us trust you, just to reap it right off when we're of no use to you anymore, or when we need you. Because you're incapable of using the only thing you have to help people who sacrificed their social life to waste their precious time on trying to get to know you. But now I see you as you are," one more step. "You are a broken and out of line doll who tries to mimick perfection, who tries to mimick not being as forgettable as you are."
"You have nothing. You have nobody. Sasaki will be temporary, like he is to everyone who gets entangled to him; I am no more, your father is dead, your paternal family is dead, your mother doesn't give a shit about you, Damien couldn't care less if you died or lived, Tristan loathes your very shadow, everyone in here despises you, and your siblings will soon forget you by having Tristan as their brother. Even if they didn't, their first option will always be each other."
"Nobody will ever put you in first place," she mocked bitterly. "But how could anyone do that when your parents didn't? Your mother abandoned you to live with Tristan and his dad, your father neglected you for being insufficient and making your mother abandon him, if your life was on the line together with one of theirs the twins would easily let you die. Every person who tried to get close, either left or you pushed away with your machiavelic parasite personality."
"Even then, I'm heartbroken that you won't sympathize with my situation. You know how bloody important this is to me, how my entire future is on the line, how I could lose my rights of being heiress and the spot as the pride of my strict family, how Christian traumatized me when he assaulted me, and how I can't stand even looking at the face of his twins for being identical to him. You know how triggering this whole thing is."
"Even then, though you're also a women, you neglects to help me when I most need, after I helped you with everything you needed ever since you fooled me into believing I was your friend. You know how deeply triggering this is for me, and you still... you still refuses to represent me in the swimming competition. I never thought you would backstab me like this," she yelled, suddenly crying. "I never asked you anything, anything at all, and you're doing this to me."
When my eyes went away from her to the door, where her real childhood best friend, Marianne Charles was, I found the sun-kissed dark curly haired girl with her phone on, recording everything, and dread went down my spine when I looked back to Gemma, who was squeezing her eyes to make more tears roll down. It was so damn convincing that I almost fell. Except she wants shaking, and when she really feels sadness when crying she shakes, and that threw me off.
"I never spilled one secret that you've told me, Gemma," my voice was a haunted whisper, "but in the first opportunity, you went and threw at my face everything I confided in you. Everything. You didn't even ask why I said no, you simply... did it. But it's okay, you're right, I am nothing close to any of you monetarily speaking, and I was abandoned, I did lose my father, and I am very aware that my siblings would choose themselves over me, and I'm glad they would, because as an older sister, I would never want to throw that burden on them."
"You don't need to offend me, you don't need to throw all I confided in you, on my face. I do the job of beating myself up just fine without nobody's help, it's all I've always known how to do ever since I was abandoned by woman who raised Tristan, when I was barely 7 years old. My father did his best, and I am not ashamed for stepping up and raising the twins, who were cruelly abandoned at the tender age of 1 year old, and I did it without complaints because I know it was my fault."
"Just because you're rich, with both parents loving you and still alive and together, it doesn't mean you have the right to throw that on my face, because you don't know what tomorrow awaits for you, Gemma Russo. You boast about being rich, but you know what? I would much rather be a lowborn middle class girl who will work to build herself from nothing, than to parasite in my Old Money family's money and hard-work, to get everything given to me without any effort of my part."
"That's what nepo babies like you do, you parasite on your family. You think they were always this rich, that they have never been of the middle class? Old money is just a few generations rich, Gemma Russo, not since the 1st testament. You are free to mock me, in fact keep mocking me, please, because I may not be from privilege, but at least I will live a life knowing that everything I conquer will be mine, I'll have made it, because I am talented and skilled enough to be more powerful than your families in the future."
Gemma slapped my face hard, her Cartier rings making more than a cut in my left cheek, "How dare you?" She yelled.
I closed my eyes for a second, measuring if ir was worthy or not, and how I should deal with this, and when I opened them, I emanated anger and danger, enough that she squeaked and took a step back. That was when I said, "Enjoy your swimming competition, Gemma Russo," and she paled as I passed by her without another glance or slapping her back as I normally would, and she definitely expected me to.
Then I pushed through everyone in the door, letting my blood drip on my cheeks, doing my best to keep my shit together, refusing to let any of them know just how affected I am.
Gemma ain't worthy.
But I am unlovable.