TWENTY-SIX

KIERA’S POV

I lay motionless on my bed, my eyes wide on the ceiling, watering as I had been in that position for God knows how long. I had been numb ever since, unable to comprehend why anyone’s sister would want them dead. Isn’t blood thicker than water anymore? I desperately wanted this to be a dream, one that would end with me going back to papa, to find Elise and Dahlia sitting on the couch and plotting another way to make my life a living hell. Even though I dreaded that life, I longed for it now. At least I’d be free of the crushing realization that my sister is a monster! Like a tsunami, the pain had been crashing into me ever since.

I recall when Elise was ten years old, and I, thirteen. She was one of the smallest in her class and often bullied, time and again, she would tell everyone that I wasn’t her sister, but I still defended her from all her bullies to the point where I was cornered and beaten, yet I never gave up on her, but she never appreciated anything I ever did fo