My Sister's Fiancé/Husband

"Why me? Why don't you wake up my well-bred sister in the hospital instead--" My dad closed the distance between us and slapped me very hard. That shocked me cold. I felt a little bit dizzy. My cheek felt numb for a little while. "Your sister is in a critical situation and yet you're behaving this way. Show empathy for her condition! Show respect!" As I held my cheek, I looked directly at my dad. Empathy? "So do I need to respect it? Even that?" Dad's hand landed on my cheek again. This time, it almost twisted my head. I nearly lost my balance. Tsk. But that can't hold me back from bursting with rage. "Don't try my patience!" dad warned me, but I stood my ground. "Now that she has a problem you want me to handle it-- Oh no, you're forcing me to take care of it. You are so manipulative-- Slap stung my cheek again. Perhaps I deserved it for the third time. Is this what makes him happy? "Seellyna enough" 'How peculiar' I thought as I glanced at my Mom standing in the corner. Seems like a dog that always wags its tail. It felt like she was always bending over backwards to please everyone. Doesn't she ever get tired of it? The way Dad asserts his authority in this household makes me feel queasy. We are surrounded by an atmosphere of subservience to his rules, words. It's like we're all expected to obediently follow his every rule and command. He's so damned manipulative! And Mom just turns a blind eye to it all. It's frustrating! "The wedding will take place on Sunday after the family reunion. And because your twin sister is still in a coma, you need to pretend until she wakes up" d*mmit. "You want me to pretend to be that two-faced-b***h? " My tone hung somewhere between sarcastic and annoyed. I saw how my dad's jaw rolled like an ocean. The sound of his grinding and clenching teeth came abruptly. If it wasn't for mom, who was holding him, I would have received another heart-melting slap. "Stop talking nonsense, Seellyna", dad shouted at the top of his lungs. His voice rang out loudly with frustration. I looked at them with a sense of resentment. They were willing to consider me for the sake of my sister. They made a decision without even asking if it was okay with me. They didn't even consider how I felt about it. All for the sake of my sister. "Help your sister Seellyna" Mom's voice dropped to a whisper as she pulled dad away from the living room. I almost rolled my eyes. She wasn't really asking for my help. She was simply telling me that I had no choice but to do so. Yeah. Everything seemed to revolve around my sister, even if it was something I would never agree with - we would never get along! She was tearing everything apart for me. If she hadn't been a stupid driver, I wouldn't have to pretend to marry a man I don't know. "So it's the final decision. Even if I refuse, I have no choice. All for her. All for my sister!" I said sarcastically. I turned away. I didn't want to hear what else they had to say. We have the same face, but our personalities are different. She's a self-centered two-faced b***h. I am a useless, dimwitted daughter. Now, can someone tell me how I am going to pretend if I hate her. How can I pretend to be someone whom I despise so much? --