MISHA
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"You don't get to tell me that, Leonid," she countered annoyed.
He scoffed, "Oh, I do. Because I'm not a liar like you. I would never lie like that to the famiglia. But you? You don't care. What you are doing is not okay, don't think she's going to let you keep your lie alive, because she won't."
"Fuck you, Leonid, you know nothing!" She scowled.
"I may not know, but Mia knows, because she hacked you!" He yelled.
What? Is that how she learned that Emma is with Rosa? Shit. What the fuck is wrong with her? Why would she hack Emma?
"She did what to me?" Emma's eyes widened.
"Exactly what I just said. In fact," he scoffed, "she probably hacked all of us, because if you forgot her explanation earlier, she needs to hack into out stuff to be able to put a protection system that will block people who want to harm us, from hacking our stuff. You just happened to be hiding quite the secret, and she learned about it," he mocked. "But thanks to what she did, no one will ever be able to hack your stuff to learn about it. And she wouldn't be doing this if you weren't such a fucking chicken, a fucking coward, scared of yourself, and decided to fucking lie instead of telling the truth."
When she was going to slap his face, he grabbed her wrist.
"Leonid!" She cried.
Clenching my jaw, I moved and grabbed his wrist, "Release Emma's wrist right now, Leonid!" But the bastard glared at me instead, unyielding. "Leonid."
"You will regret all that you are doing, Misha," he hissed at me, finally releasing her wrist, so I released his. "If you try to slap me, Emma, I'll tell Mia, and given how fucking angry at you she is right now, she will do way more than slap your pale face, and you will learn that her hand is heavy!"
I can fucking sign down that.
My cheek is still burning.
"Stop it, Leonid. Damn it. Don't butt in what has nothing to do with you."
My brother scoffed, "It has to do with Mia. Thus, it has to do with me. As opposite to you, I don't just accept her having my back for granted, even if she does it without asking for anything back. Real friends stick together no matter what. Not that Emma would ever understand what that means," he mocked and then glared at me. "Or you."
I saw red, "I won't accept you taking about Emma like that, Leonid. She is with me, she's always been. She's the best friend I could have ever asked for."
"Is she though?" He hissed at me. "Is she really? Is she really who you think she is, Misha? Are you fully sure of that? One hundred fucking percent?"
My entire body stilled up at his words, and though I didn't understand the real meaning behind his words, I felt a sting somewhere inside me. And it fucking hurts. "Yes," I hissed. "I have absolutely no fucking doubt. I know who Emma is, but I don't expect you to know, since you don't know her."
"Just like you don't know Mia!" He yelled back and I frowned, way more annoyed than I should be. "Even then, you keep offending her. Keep acting as if you knew her. As if she was a cold heartless monster, when she's literally forsaken her fucking childhood just so our fucking pride could he satisfied. And you called her prideful? Really, Grigori?"
"As if she cared. She doesn't give a shit about what I say," I mocked, but a part of me was begging that the opposite was the case. "She's just bitter. It's just her pride that is hurt. She doesn't really cares, Leonid. Wake up."
He gasped, staring at me as I had come from Mars, "You are blind, Misha. You are so stupidly blind, that you won't be able to blame no one but yourself for what you are doing. Can't you see that I'm trying to help you?"
I couldn't hold my sneer, "Help me? All I see is that you can't see my side at all, Leonid. At all. I'm perfectly fine, I don't need your help for anything."
Grabbing Luigi's hand, he glared at me annoyed, and then at papa, "I can't stay here. I'm angry and I'll slap Grigori's other cheek if I stay here any longer. Sorry, papa. We'll see you again."
Greeting the elders, he gave me and Emma the middle finger and stormed away.
Emma gave his back the middle finger, "Seems like Mia's aggressiveness and self-entitled rudeness are contagious," then she clenched her jaw and turned to me. "I have no fucking idea what is wrong with them. It's like they decided that this summer they will do all they can to make my life miserable. What did I even do to them?"
Hers?
More like mine.
They're barely onto her, can't she see it?
"You mean mine, right?" I scoffed.
She arched her eyebrows, "No. Mine. You messed with her, I didn't."
What? "Your sister started it!"
"You shouldn't have told her that you thought I was better than her to even begin with, Misha," she gasped exasperated. "We all know how prideful she is, damn it. You should focus on helping me out, it's me that are in trouble. All thanks to how you poked her." What the fuck?
What the hell is this now? This is not my Emma. "She talked about you!"
"And? Let her talk, damn it, Misha. She is better than me, in everything. That's why she's so damn mad. Now she will throw her anger of you on me, just because she will want to prove that she's better than me and you're wrong. Which is the Goddamn case!"
Since when she has inferiority complex over Zoe Maud?
She never had this.
What in the fucking hell? Is this because she's scared of coming out? Her mama will accept her and so will everybody else, damn it.
I'm starting to get mad about this. It's me who's suffering here, because I love her since she wrote me the letters, to the point that I'm letting her use me now.
Can't she see that?
Can't she see what she's doing to me?
"Let's go to your room, Em," Rosa held her hand and I clenched mine, even more annoyed. "You take a warm bath, then we sit down and watch some episodes of Grey's Anatomy. You need to relax, she stressed you too much."
That annoying TV she's addicted to, and that I can't watch because I don't hospitals since mama died. She asked me to watch many times, even though I told her I didn't feel well, probably to try make me go through my aversion. Which is annoying, since I adore Supernatural, and even then she refuses to watch because she's scared of it, but I never forced her to.