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Jade~
I couldn't stand it any longer and kicked the door wide open…lying on the bed was my sister with my boyfriend, covered in my blanket.
Mark gripped the blanket tighter instead of getting off the bed. He was probably naked under that sheet because his chest was bare. “Jade, you came back earlier…” he started, sweat dropping from his face.
I shifted my gaze from him to my sister, then to my parents. My jaw clenched. The sight of them and their dismissive behavior towards me caused my blood to boil more. “How many more times are you two going to take her side? She's done this in the past, and you know that; now she did it the third time. How many more would she take from me?” My voice rose at each word, rage building more in me.
My mum snorted and looked away, and my dad pretended I wasn't even present in the room.
Just maybe if she stayed longer with each of them, it would make sense. But her aim was making sure to destroy my happiness, and that was why he dumped each of them and got on with the other instead of finding her own man.
Returning here when I was fifteen was the worst decision I ever made, or I wouldn't be passing through this s**t now.
I turned to Mark, who was still staring with his lips hung open, “And you claim you didn't realise she wasn't your girlfriend? As in, you can't even portray what my backside looks like, and even my human scent? What kind of man are you? You're saying you could get on with any woman who claims to be me?”
“Why are you blaming me that much?” his voice resonated, and his expression turned cold.
I nodded, “I should blame you who doesn't recognise his girlfriend. You didn't realise how long I stayed at work to know she isn't me, and here…
“Stop already!” he cut me short, his face darkened. “It's not my fault, and you know that. Maybe if you had let me get a taste of you, I would know what your backside looks like and get enough of your scent. So stop blaming me when you don't even seem to love me.”
Mark?!
I scoffed and pressed my hair all to the back. I didn't see this coming.
We agreed on no romance until the hundredth day of our relationship, and this was how it ended?
This dude didn't regret what he had just done.
“You knew all along she wasn't me, Mark. Just say it, and ain't gonna kill you.” I yelled at him and bit my lower lip.
I felt my heart ripped off my chest. Why would he do this to me after the promises? He was the man I had dated this long, so I thought it would finally work out, yet he let my evil sister take him from me, too.
“So…” my mum's voice drew my attention to her. “...you hadn't let the man you claim belongs to you touch you?”
“Why would she, when she always smelled of engine oil? She could even think she's a man too by her tomboy personality that she refuses to change,” my dad added, and I just watched them with my lips dropped in shock.
They hadn't ever talked down on me because I was a tomboy or my nature of work until now, and they forgot that I might not have been one if they hadn't left me with my grandpa until I turned fifteen.
Just seven years with them, and I wanted to ask for death already, whereas staying under their wing should be the safest.
“I was dressed this way, smelling of engine oil, when Mark proposed to me to be his girlfriend. Why didn't he go straight to Clara at first? She who couldn't get her man always waited until I had mine…
“Shut the f**k up!” My mum snarled at me. “Have you ever thought what is wrong with you that Clara takes your boyfriends from you, and they don't beg to return to you? Or do you need to be told that you're supposed to work on yourself so you could look attractive to men?”
My fingers curled into my palms, tightening into a fist.
So this was it. I could finally see the real people I called my family.
“A man could get attracted to you at first until they realise you aren't the kinda woman they wanted. So try keeping up to the latest fashion for women to keep their men longing for them,” mum added, and sneered at me.
I held back the tears that burned in my eyes, because letting them down here would make me look weaker.
“Sister, I think mum is right…” Clara chipped in, her arm over Mark's chest. “You should try working on yourself first before getting to meet another man.”
The f*****g audacity of this b***h to tell me that.
She was three years younger than I am, and had never seen me as her elder sister since I returned here.
I marched closer to the bed and leaned my palm on it, my gaze fixated on her, “How many more of my boyfriends will you take?”
“You shouldn't be asking that…” she responded calmly. “Mark really enjoyed the little moment we shared,” she added and glanced at him with a smile which he returned.
Those smiles from him even made things worse. I just wanted to tear him apart and have him wasted.
“Mark, you don't regret this, right?” I asked him gently, and he looked away at first.
When he thought it was okay to respond, he said, “I really don't, because your sister gave me what you had always kept away from me. I finally felt like I was dating someone for the first time, so I think you aren't a complete woman for me to regret losing you.”
I'm not a complete woman? Mark said that f**k to my face?
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