Anger surged through my veins, white-hot and all-consuming. "Trisha has slept out several times, but I don't think you've ever tagged her a slut. Is it because we don't share blood?"
The sharp sting of Hannah's hand across my face was my answer, the force of the slap snapping my head to the side. "You've been getting emboldened lately. Trisha is young and susceptible to peer pressure. As her elder sister, you should know better."
"I'm only a year older than her," I shot back, my cheek throbbing, the taste of blood on my tongue. “And I certainly didn't teach her how to steal boyfriends.”
Hannah raised a finger to my face to silence me. "I don't have time for your drama. When we come back from the party, we will discuss you and Tony Wade."
"There will be no such thing," I spat, wrenching
