Hate, Love, and Revenge

I'm Telling Mother

Brandy

Throughout my life, I rarely observed my mother showing kindness toward my older sister, Michelle. I didn't pay much attention to this disparity as long as my own life remained uncomplicated. However, Michelle consistently received things I deeply desired. Driven by want, I would often take those things from her. If Michelle had a toy or clothes that I liked, I would take them from her. Even when I knew Michelle wanted to go to college, I wanted to as well, knowing our mother would allow me to go rather than Michelle.

It was no different when I discovered that Michelle was mated to our future Alpha, Brian. To me, Michelle didn't truly deserve such a privileged status because I believed she wouldn't be able to handle him the way I could. I’ve always liked Brian because he's a bit of a bad boy, which adds to his appeal, and it’s exciting to think that he will someday become Alpha. Throughout my entire life, I’ve never aspired to be an omega; instead, I’ve always aimed higher. So, why not pursue a man of a higher rank to enjoy all the privileges and benefits that come with it? This realization only fueled my determination to rise above my current station and secure a future that I rightfully deserve.

It was exceedingly simple for me to redirect Brian's attention to myself. Honestly, I have my doubts that he ever truly liked Michelle from the very beginning. Though he never explicitly said so, he did mention that Michelle was a tease and was never interested in being intimate with him. What seemed to appeal to him was the fact that my body responded to his touch, and I was willing to fulfill his manly desires.

I don't really remember how long Brian and I had been sleeping together, but I was tired of having to tiptoe around Michelle so she wouldn't find out about us. I didn't care about her feelings, so why did we have to hide? I was extremely ecstatic when Michelle saw Brian and me kissing on the couch. The look on her face was priceless, and now I could be free to be with Brian, now that Michelle knows Brian didn't want her.

Michelle's tears had brought me joy, and when she tried to fight back, it gave me pleasure to see our mother punish her. When will Michelle learn her place and be obedient to our mother and my needs

Michelle was surprisingly bold and assertive this morning when she unexpectedly punched me in the face. It happened because I had been teasing her, and perhaps she reached a breaking point. I am planning to inform our mother about what took place. When Michelle returns home, I am certain our mother will scold her for giving me a black eye. Honestly, I can't help but hope that in her frustration, our mother might also give Michelle a black eye as a form of punishment or lesson.

Michelle left this morning before I could defend myself, and now my face looks terrible. I feel self-conscious about stepping outside looking like this, which really frustrates me. Michelle will face consequences for her actions, and I am determined to inform our mother about what happened. Since our mother and Brian have already left for the day, I plan to send them a detailed message about what Michelle did to me, so they are aware of the situation and can support me.

After trying to hide my swollen black eye with some makeup, I quickly grabbed my phone and sent a group text to my mother and Brian. In the message, I wrote, "Mom, Brian, and Michelle need to be addressed immediately. She punched me in the face just for talking to her. I really can't understand what has come over her these days," I explained. Then I waited anxiously for their responses, hoping for some guidance or support on what to do next.

"Sweetie, don't worry, that black eye will not last long. As for Michelle, I will take care of her once she comes home from work," she said. However, that wasn't enough, and I want Michelle punished now, not later - that's way too long to wait. Finally, Brian texted me back. "Baby, I will make it all better once I get back home. Just hold tight for me until then," he replied. I was most definitely not gonna wait. I should go to Michelle's job at the diner and cause trouble for her. That's a great way to get back at her right now.

After getting off the phone, I looked in the mirror to see how bad my black eye was. However, in that short amount of time, it had already gone away. I'm gonna teach Michelle not to mess with me again. I took a quick shower and got dressed. Once downstairs, I grabbed the car key to the car Brian bought me. I drove to the diner and arrived quickly. Once I reached the diner, I went inside searching for Michelle, but I didn't see her anywhere.

"Ms., may I help you?" an old man said. "Yes, I'm looking for Michelle Howard," I replied. "Ms. Howard no longer works here. I got rid of her this morning," the man confessed. "Thank you, sure," I said, then I left the diner. Wait until our mother hears about this. Michelle got fired, priceless. Michelle is such a damn loser.

Since my day was wasted on Michelle, there was no point in going to school. I will just have one of my friends tell me what the professor said in class. Later on, after 5 pm, my mother finally came home, and Brian arrived shortly after her. "Finally, you are home. I have much to tell you, Mom, " I stated as I sat down on the comfortable couch. Brian walked over to sit down next to me. He gave me a kiss on my cheek.

"What have you been up to today, baby?" he asked gently, his eyes filled with curiosity. I shrugged, replying, "Nothing much." His gaze sharpened as he leaned a little closer. "Tell me everything that happened with Michelle," my mom prompted, her voice tinged with concern.

I hesitated for a moment before recounting the events. "Well, I caught her coming out of her room, and I threw it in her face about not giving Brian what he wanted. She called me a slut. Can you actually believe that?" My voice trembled with anger and disbelief. "I got mad, and the next thing I knew, Michelle punished me in the face," I added, my eyes hardening at the memory.

My mom's expression hardened as she declared, "When she gets home from work, I will deal with her severely." I looked at her in surprise. "What, work? Michelle was fired today," I said, attempting to sound more confident.

Brian, curious, asked, "How do you know Michelle was fired?" I explained, "I took a trip to the diner and spoke with the owner. Michelle was definitely fired this morning."

My mom nodded slowly, considering her next words. "So, what are you going to do to her, mother?" I asked, a mix of curiosity and concern in my voice.

She smiled faintly and replied, "I will figure that out when the time comes." The room fell into a reflective silence as we all pondered what the future might hold.