Your Pain Is My Comfort

Sisters

Dr. Morgan's POV

I got everything ready in the backroom of my office and looked around to make sure everything was set. I started to scratch my arm as my nerves started to get to me. There is a side of me that rarely comes out, and for some reason, it's out now.

I couldn't stop scratching my arm and it got to the point I didn't even know I was doing it. I started hyperventilating a little, and it wasn't until I started feeling pain in the area I was scratching, that I took back control of my body and focused on my breathing.

My doctor tells me that I have anxiety attacks and that I need to start taking medicine for it. I would rather be buried alive six feet underground in Antarctica than to be on medication.

I closed my eyes and straightened myself. I cleared my throat along with my head and moved back into my office. I closed the door behind me, and made sure I didn't lock it.

I lifted my head when I sensed a presence. I turned around with a smile, expecting my patient, but instead, I can face to face with one of the two last people on this earth I didn't want to see.

Not going to lie, for a moment there I was almost happy to see her. Then I was confused. But in the end, I pissed. She has no right to be here. We all went our separate ways the day we were legally allowed to drive. Smiled as she crossed her arms. "And to what do I owe this pleasure?" I asked. She shrugged her shoulders.

"Just thought I'd drop by. Especially after hearing all the great things about Dr. Morgan, and how her words and methods are so efficient and memorizing," I went to go sit down at my desk and leaned back with a giant grin.

"Nice to know I'm known, even across the globe," I leaned forward onto my desk. "Now again I ask, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Veronica walked towards me and say down in the chair in front of me. She crossed her legs and smiled.

"What? I can't come say hi to my big sister?" She knew calling me her sister would upset me. I like to believe I have no family. That I started my line and I will end it with me. That's how I've always been even as kids. At some point though, I did try to be her big sister, but I couldn't. Our parents favored her over me so damn much. And yet, she complained that she hated them. I grew up despising her, resenting her. She had everything and acted as if she had nothing.

I learned very quickly at a young age that I am all that matters. No one will look after me like I will. No one would care for me as I do. So I stopped caring about people. I didn't dare go out and look for relationships. I stayed to myself. I got to know myself. And once I figured all that out, I was unstoppable.

At that point in time, I had respect from everyone. They either feared me or wanted to do everything I told them to do. I had the looks, I had the charm, I had the dominance.

And so did Veronica.

But one thing that set me up above her, that put me on higher grounds, was what was between my legs. And although that ruined the relationship I had with my parents, it made every woman I've ever met begging at my feet.

And I would take this life over anything Veronica has any day.

"How's France?" I asked. She snorted.

"Do you care?"

"No," she rolled her eyes. We share very similar features. But in reality, we look nothing alike. We have the same nose, the same ears, the eyes. But we have two different personalities.

In high school, she had all the friends, all the fame, all the love. But she didn't care about that. She only cared about her girlfriends. And she had multiple. But she wasn't a player. She just loved too easily. She would get with a girl, they would go on dates, post idiotic couple pictures, send one another valentine gifs. But at the end of the day she left all of them. You would think by the way she treated every single one of them she was truly in love. But nope.

She would love and cherish one girl for two months, then all of a sudden dump her, and act as if she never existed.

Me on the other hand, I made each and every single one of them remembered me. I always had them doing things for me. My homework, carrying my bag, other things. I had each and every single one eating out the palm of my hand. I would give special attention to one at a time, then once I grew tired with them I moved on to the next.

I never cared for any of them. Half of em had boyfriends. But none of them could please them the way I could.

Veronica and I were known as the ordeñadoras mami sisters. I think during that time in our lives, we were so consumed in our own world that we didn't pay attention to anyone or anything else. We buried ourselves in those girls to escape what was happening at home.

And once we graduated, Veronica moved to France to start a new life, and I moved to Virgina. Honestly, the main reason why I picked Virgina was because it looked like v****a.

"Dad called. Said he wanted us all together," I scoffed and slightly threw my head back.

"You came all the way down here, just to tell me that. Knowing damn well I'ma not going. You and your entire family can kiss my ass," I stood up and walked over to my bookshelf.

"He's burring mom next week and asked us to be there," I didn't respond and started looking through the shelf. "He called my office 172 times V. He's desperate,"

"He can die along mom for all I care," I picked up the book I was looking for and walked back to my desk.

"You are the reason mom died!" I stopped walking and turned to face her. I slammed the book against the desk and slowly walked towards her.

"You think, after damn near 20 years, you can show up at my doorstep and make demands?" I asked quietly, but she could hear the anger in my voice. Veronica has nothing on me when it comes to who's boss. And she knows that. She held her head high up though. No doubt, she's used to being the one giving orders. "Your in my domain now. You don't tell me what to do. And mom died because and incompetent woman incapable of loving anyone but herself,"

Veronica shook her head while never breaking eye contact. "And who does that remind you of?" We stared at one another for quite some time. In the end, I remembered the day I had ahead of me and walked away. "Well at least my trip wasn't a complete lost,"

I sat down at my desk and looked at her. "I have a date tomorrow," I snorted and rolled my eyes.

"Of course you do. Am I to expect to see her at the funeral?" She shrugged her shoulders.

"Maybe, we'll see," I shook my head at her. Imbecile. Love fades. And it dies. I don't know how long it's going to take her to see that.