There were no lies in the Taylor household. Things were stated in a clear and blunt way so that Bif always knew where the line was. That way he had no excuses when he failed to reach an expectation or broke a rule. That why they told him about her, his fathers mistake, so that he knew how to act accordingly.
A girl. A girl who could have been his twin, if they had the same mom that is. She was born a week after he was apparently. One of his earliest memories was when he was five and his parents sat him down to explain who she was and how he should never make contact with her before taking him to the local park.
He didn't know anything about her really. Over the years he managed to catch bits and pieces of information. She lived in Blue Skies. Father paid the minimum his lawyers could get him to her mother. She had their last name for one reason or another. However preps aren't raised to be curious. They're raised to follow a path, and his path had nothing to do with her. So he pushed her out of his mind for the most part.
It wasn't until his first year at Bullworth that he saw her. That day he was given a list of very clear instructions; the most important two were: Staying on Derbys good side, and not to come into any contact with the mistake.
For the most part he did as he was instructed to do. It was easy considering Blue Sky kids aren't known to be particularly bookish, and advanced classes were easy when you had the proper funds. Meaning they had completely different class schedules. She wasn't relevant to his life or his plans. They lived and grew up in completely different worlds. She was merely a mistake his father made. She had absolutely nothing to do with him.
It's not like he ever wanted a sibling. He loved being an only child, brothers and sisters just sounded like a pain. His father wanted a son to box and carry on the family name, and his mother had grown up with four sisters and was more than happy to have one little boy instead. She wasn't wanted or needed. She was nothing.
However there were certain things that were hard to ignore. This girl had his hair, his eyes. Throughout his life people had always commented that he was the spitting image of his father. He wondered if people told her she looked nothing like her mother. She could have been his twin all things considered. Luckily no one else seemed to make the connection.
It wasn't until they shared a gym class that it became a problem. Ignoring things were easy when they weren't around. Out of sight, out of mind, but seeing her every other day made it difficult to forget about the mistake especially when she was walking around with HIS eyes.
He wondered if she knew about the invisible string that connected them. She didn't seem to. She never even seemed to look in his direction or notice him at all. Like Bif didn't even exist. For some reason the thought that she didn't know about her secret lineage made her all the more interesting.
He slowly realized that she and him were one of the same. She had a talent for fighting, his determination, his drive. She was him. He was her.
As time went on his desire to talk to her grew. He wanted to know her. To fight with her. He dreamt of could-have-been memories from a shared childhood. Always in his home, them opening presents on Christmas day, her and Pinky complaining after him and Derby put up the 'no girls allowed' sign on his door, complaining about the boring adult parties and itchy clothes.
Everything accumulated when she got kicked out. It was a very ugly and very public affair in which rumors went flying. An event his father would definitely disapprove of.
He privately managed to grease the palms of a nerd in charge of filing in the office for her record in order to get some accurate information (Christy really wasn't as reliable as Gord insisted).
That night he snuck out of Harrington House and took his bike down to Blue Skies. It wasn't easy to find her house in the dark while also avoiding townies. He approached trailer preparing to knock, fully intending to offer to buy her way back into Bullworth with his allowance and use his influence to get Mr. Burton fired hen her heard it.
"YOU LITTLE WHORE! Do you have ANY idea how expensive that good for nothing school is? I could have bought a HOUSE with all the money you wasted! You couldn't keep your legs closed long enough to at least graduate? Well you better not expect to stay here all your life missy. As soon as you're eighteen you're out, education or no education. ARE YOU FUCKING LISTENING?"
He watched the enraged woman yell at her daughter through the window. There was nothing pretty about their home. All the furniture looked like a second hand shop bought it from a second hand shop. Trash littered the floor and he was certain that was not the original color of the carpet.
What really struck him though were her eyes. His eyes. Whenever he stepped out of line, or when his father came home drunk. The yelling, the hitting, everything- she had the same look he got. She looked so… empty. He realized then that there wasn't anything he could do for her. Bringing her into his world wouldn't solve anything. It wouldn't be any better or any safer for her in his home with their father. There wasn't anything he could offer her that would make her life any better. He knew that.
Because she was him.
So he left. However two days later the Taylor family did fund the entire library expansion project after Mr. Burton was found beat up with two broken ribs outside of the motel.
No one touches his sister.
