Chapter 10: Superior

Blake POV

I strode back into the corridor, Mom and Dad behind me as they spoke to Mr. Rogers. Billie had left with her friend and the new boy. I couldn't stop wondering what she had done. How could she still defend me after I had done something horrible to her? The look on her face was one I had never seen before; she didn’t feel like the Billie I knew. She always acted weak and would seek help from anyone willing to offer it. What was she doing? I thought. She seemed like a different person, brave even. I hated the expression she had. How could she act so good after what happened? I always wanted her to be afraid of me. I wanted her to keep her distance because I didn’t want anyone to know she was my sister—my twin. It was embarrassing and depressing. I knew it hadn’t always been like this when we were kids.

“The castle is almost finished!” small, chubby Billie chuckled as she molded the sandcastle with her delicate hands. I had to admit she was always good at art, while I was busy making a small paper flag to stick on top. There it was, the castle that Billie and I built together; in reality, she did most of the work while I instructed her. Truthfully, I hated getting my fingers dirty, which was always a challenge since they were neatly polished by our maids. I treated my hands like jewels. I was cautious, while Billie was carefree and messy when we visited the beach. She always created magnificent sandcastles, while I merely crafted a paper flag and directed her design. Billie was always so dirty while making the castle, and I despised it. I always wanted to be different.

Although we were twins and almost looked alike—not identical, but similar—that didn’t matter to me.

Because we lived ourselves, we were like one and we shared everything we had except the clothes Billie wore big oversized clothes bigger than her age but she loved them wear slim curvy dresses that always made me beautiful. Billie would sometimes try to put the clothes on but I would stop her fuming about her going to make it too big for me to wear she doesn't get angry knowing I was right.

Well, that same day while I and Billie were finished playing and building our castle. Billie sat down on the floor while I sat down on the piece of clothes I brought with me.

A few girls walked up to us and kicked the Castle. Billie yelled and went after the castle that was now sand.

“No” she cried. I burned with fury as I shot up from where I was sitting.

“What the hell is wrong with you people?” I yelled at them. The two girls and a boy of course turned and faced me. The middle girl had long curly hair and big eyes but she was still beautiful.

“Oh, are you not Blake?” She said with her eyebrows twitching.

I glared at her so she took it as a yes. “What are you doing here sitting with theus fat pig anyway? Do you know her?”

I wanted to roll my eyes at this girl whoever she is I bet she knows me but doesn't she know Billie is my twin?

“What the hell are you talking about?, don't you dare talk to my sister like that” I defended.

Her eyes widened like she had just seen a ghost.” Your sister” she shot a distasteful look at Billie who was now watching us with her small eyes.

“Are you joking right how can you be sister with this pig?” She traveled her eyes through our bodies now I understand why. I was slim, curvy, and beautiful while Billie was the opposite, fat, chubby round face and a birthmark that made it all worse. We looked different to be known as twins.

“What cat got your tongue?” I shoot an eyebrow at them. I don't care what they see because Billie is my sister. And I wouldn't dare leave her.

“You should stop playing with her. She doesn't fit your league, our league, you are beautiful you could join us” she offered.

What, is this some children's set league club? Of course, I doubt it, what was wrong with them some children like me and Billie walking around inviting me to join them. I scowled.

“No thanks, and if I see correctly. You all are kids, trying to act tough on your own and going around seeking members to join your bully team. Anyway, I am not interested” I grabbed Billie's arm and pulled her up. “And don't make me see your filthy hands on my sister or…” I shot them the look and they understood. I walk away drawing Billie behind who was beaming at me.

“Thank you Blake for standing up for me,” she said. I stopped. And turned to face her.

“No Billie you are my sister and I would always protect her, count on me,” I said to her though we were kids I loved her and wanted to protect her.

I shook my head at the memory. That was then, not now. I wondered where I would be if I hadn’t turned against Billie. Back in fifth grade, I was always watching out for her, but I stopped all that when I met Alisha. I felt I had to have my own life. It was always about Billie, but I wanted to break away from the motherly role I was playing, so I turned against her. It felt good because everyone looked at me with respect; if I could turn against my sister, then they wouldn’t expect anything less from anyone else.

“Blake,” John’s voice called as he walked up to me in the schoolyard. His eyes searched behind me, probably looking for my parents.

“Hey,” I said, feeling the guilt of accusing him of writing Billie a letter creep up on me. I wanted to apologize, but before I could say anything, his lips crashed against mine. He kissed me slowly and gently, and then pulled away, staring into my eyes.

“It’s okay. It’s okay for you to accuse me of that if it made you feel good,” he said.

“No, but…”

“I know you did the right thing. Billie deserved what you did. She shouldn’t have made you feel jealous. You’re always beautiful, my angel. I promise you, Billie can’t match you. She will always be beneath you.” He held my chin.

The look in his eyes was innocent. I could see how much he loved me, and I thought, did he love Billie when he was with her? But I didn’t care; he didn’t. She was just a pushover. He loved only me.

“Thank you,” I said as I pecked him on the lips. At that moment, my mom and dad came out to join us.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said to him.

He nodded.

The drive home was silent as I had predicted, Dad was driving eyes fixed on the road with much to say while Mom only watched her legs.

I bet they are just not going to talk to me. And I wasn't going to apologize to Billie she had what she deserved. And I would still be willing to do it if she ever tried it again.

The car drove into our small compound and I alighted climbing the two stairs into the front lawn and then the house. As soon as Dad followed Mom inside he yelled.

“What the goodness sake is wrong with you Blake?”

I shifted my eyes. “, why?”

He shot me his cold eyes he had never done that to me before I was his favorite.

“You ask me why, while you go ahead and dip your sister's head in water in the name of letter”

I shuddered. “I had to do it, what would she make me feel bad, feel inferior, I don't like her to be on top of me. I want her to be under me, so I can control her. She felt like she had grown wings and I had to cut it off. That's why Dad I did what I had to do”

I shouted through it all though I knew she was inside this house but I didn't care. She was still Billie.

Dad's eyes studied me for a moment before storming upstairs. “You would have to apologize”

I didn't believe what he had just said. “Apologize?” He hadn't said that before when I made Billie feel bad and now he was saying it. Why?.

Mo. Walked you to me. Placed her hand on my shoulder. She didn't say a word then she went after my father.

I dropped onto the sofa as I watched the Christmas tree showing its bright lights.

I know for sure that Billie heard and I did it on purpose, I was superior to her. She was always inferior, now why is she trying to be loved? No, I can't take it.

No matter how hard she tried. Billie would still be ugly and weak.