Mila

        "Oh, Haley, I heard what happened. Come, give Mila hugs." She made an attempt to reach for my arm. Hers got two inches from its beginning position until my arm shot straight out.

        "Don't you dare touch me." I could feel the intense anger and fury pulsing through my veins. The tears welled up in my eyes and they blurred my vision. I didn't need it though. I knew what she was about to do.

        "Hay-Hay Boo, what are you ta-" She was reaching up to push my hair behind my ears. I beat her there and caught her arm, twisted it as far as I could, tightened my grip as much as possible, and sank my fingernails into her flesh.

        "Don't call me that. You're lucky I'm still allowing you to speak to me. I am not your 'Hay-Hay Boo' or anything of the sort. I know what you did, and I plan to get the bottom of it and expose you to everyone. Try to get in my way or stop me, and you'll be in for a surprise." And with that, one single hot, angry tear strolled on its merry way down the side of my face. She stood in front of me in amazement. She just stared at me, and I stared straight back as my razor-sharp nails dug deeper and deeper into her flesh by the second.

        "Take... Your nails... Out of my arm... NOW."

        "Whatever. Just know that as I take my nails out of you, you're taking the life out of my father."

        "Why, Haley, what on earth are you talking about? I would never!" She thought she was just so convincing. But I picked up the sarcasm. I knew her game, and I was ready to play. The cue sticks were chalked up, and she was going to be the one to shoot the eight ball in. Then everyone would see her. They would FINALLY see Mila, not Mila. They would see the evil ogre I saw. No longer would I be crazy. No longer would I be the lunatic. No longer would I be... But then what would I be? Maybe I shouldn't do this... Maybe it'll be better just to leave the situation alone... No! I couldn't let her win this... I couldn't let her get in my head. Well, first, I had to get her out and keep her there. Then I would prove her guilt. I would promise father to give her the karma she deserved. But how? She's like twenty-seven and I'm like fourteen. Nobody ever believes the child. Well, it was time to make a change. I will do it. I have absolutely no clue how, but I have to figure it out soon.

        "Just stay away from my father, you hideous creature."

        "Oh, no, you called me hideous, I am so hurt. Boo hoo, tear, tear. What, did you think that would make me cry? Try a little harder. And there's no way you can prove me guilty. You have no evidence. Besides, nobody's going to believe you. News flash: I'm the reasonable, intelligent adult. You, on the other hand, are just some pathetic little girl who has countless problems. I can easily tell them that you did it and made all of this up. So stay out of my way, little girl."

        "Fine then, I will. Now how about that hug since mother is coming?"

        "Whatever. Let's just get it over with, brat."

        "As if I'm doing it for any reason besides my mother." I felt her guilt when I touched her. But my luck had changed suddenly, as her purse had been left open. I felt around inside it and pulled out her cell phone. Quickly and smoothly, I shoved it into my back pocket. This would be a long night.

Reviews

[Rae]

Your choice!(:

[etxcp]

I am serously thinking about reading this book all over again!

[Rae]

Extremely so. But every story needs a villain, does it not?(:

[etxcp]

Wow. Mila us evil!