MIA
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"I like him too," zio Ricco beamed. "Play the sound for her, Leo."
Mama handed me a glass of cold water out of nowhere and I took it with a soft thankful nod, only after I drank did Leo play the sound of the song for me. And I sang as I usually do, with all of my potential, making sure to mimic the singer's perfectly in my voice, without trying to change it for myself like some many people who make covers do, trying to sing in cursive.
"Can I ask another one?" Mama licked her lips.
Dio santo, if this keep going, they will make me spend the entire night singing for them. I'm doomed. I shouldn't have answered to Misha's provocation earlier when they started this karaoke stuff. "Sure," because what else should I even say? She's my mama.
"Daan," she called Hendrik by his middle name, "could sing this one with your little sister for mama? I want to hear you together." When he nodded, she seemed happier, "The song is Talk That Talk by Rihanna and Jay-Z. I know that you two know the lyrics, right?"
"Of course," we said together.
"On your cue, little Mia," my brother winked at me.
I rolled my eyes, fighting a smile, "Whenever you want, Leo."
Leo put it to play right away, and we quickly got into the mood of the song as I'll be on the main part and vocals, and my brother's will sing the rap. Opposite to out dynamic when we sang together earlier. And of course, as it was a Rihanna song, I made sure to put even more effort, working on the facial expressions too, because it makes a whole difference.
Papa would be proud.
I would dance to it, if I wasn't surrounded by all of them here. Which I do when I'm a alone. I have a silly dance for each song, and I'm not going to do that here. Not in front of everyone.
Misha would definitely think I'm stupid.
"Is there any type of song you can't sing?" Natasha gasped.
I blinked, "Me?"
"Of course, it's you. You're the one who's good in everything here!"
Her words made me press my lips together bitterly, "Not everything. Some people believe I am unable to bleed-"
"Oh, that's enough!" Misha groaned annoyed. "Will you stay bitter for the rest of your life because of what I said?" He scoffed and I glared at him. "You can glare at me all you want, Zoe Maud. I will not feel guilty for what I said, because I meant every single word. It's not my fault if you cannot accept that someone in here doesn't think you are perfect or good in everything. Now that your pride is hurt, you are acting like a bitter bitch."
"Misha!" Leo yelled annoyed.
"Don't butt in, Leonid," I glared at my best friend. "I told you to leave it alone, didn't I? Then leave it. I can deal with your stupid condescending brother."
That got me a bitter scowl from Misha, "Condescending? How am I the one who is condescending in here, Zoe Maud? You are literally the one with the superiority complex, you think you are better than all of us, and you are narcissistic. If there is someone who acts with condescendence in here, that someone is you!"
I sneered viciously, "I don't think I'm better, I know I am. Compare all I've done in my life so far, to what any of you have, you will have your answer, Grigori Mikhail. I was born better than you, that's what you don't understand. It is what it is, nothing will change that. My intelligence quotient is superior than all of yours. The only person who came around my level was papa, and now that he's gone, the top spot is solely mine. Do you have an inferiority complex to bring that up so bloody bitterly?"
"See? You can't see past your own nose," he mocked in dismay.
"What? You expected me to be anything like your beloved sweetheart, Emma dearest, who loves you so much as you are all claiming? Who's selfless, has not a drop of selfishness in her pretty blonde hair, is pure hearted, with a pristine manner of loving others without asking for anything back, right? Isn't that how you described her to me? When you were telling me how she was so much better than me? That she was the only one in here with the ability of putting her needs aside and giving you her love in written words when you most needed, no? Isn't that it?"
He arched his eyebrows scornfully, looking down on me.
I feel nauseated.
"Dio santo, you really are so full of pride like that, aren't you, Zoe Maud? You are so fucking damn prideful that you can't accept when the center of someone's affection is one of your sisters, when the attention isn't totally focused on your prideful condescending ass. Yes, you are right, I said all of that, and I still mean it. I meant every word. Your childish reaction is all but proving my point right."
"You may have gone to university at 12, but you didn't learn shit about being a mature adult, did you? No, of course, you didn't. Everyone overly spoiled you and now you can't even deal with a critic. You act vilely, selfishly, arrogantly, rudely, viciously. You are self-entitled, overbearing, and toxic. Someone like you is unable to-"
Before I could think, I was on my feet, throwing all the rest of the whiskey that was on the bottle over his head, together with rest of the tiramisu, all on his perfect hair. Without a second thought, I slapped his right cheek with my open hand hard. "And you asked why I hated you," I hissed feeling my body shake. "Piece of shit. I can't even stand being in the same fucking room as you. You nauseate me."
Without meeting anyone's eyes, I grabbed my book, picked my heeled slippers in my hands, and ran away from there as fast as I could before the tears I was doing my best to hold inside could fall down.