EMILY
Just recently, she raised this topic and apologised later on. But this was more than a burst of suppressed emotions. This felt like Rachel was saying her mind, something she seemed to have always wanted to say. The only problem was it didn't feel like it was Rachel. Come on, this was my sis, I knew her as well as she knew me. It was her, yes, her voice, but it felt like someone was speaking through her.
Or I was just so shocked.
"Don't stop now," I stated, also bridging the gap between us. "Let us all see all the ugliness you have been hiding on the inside."
The pitch of her voice at, perhaps, the highest it could go, she shouted, "f**k you, Emily. f**k you, you stupid b***h. So you have the guts to talk about ugly when your entire being is simply squeezing away every drop of
