Skype - 3.


"Oh," Amy groaned as she walked through the door. "It's just you."

Sammy sighed at her sister's sentence, switching the channels from the local news to some pathetic soap opera that her sister was currently obsessed with. Their parents had gone out on another date, where it was guaranteed that they wouldn't be home tonight, and the two had the house to themselves pretty much. Sammy had already had her dinner - a bowl of steamed rice with some leftover soy chicken whilst Amy went out with some of her cheerleading friends to a local diner.

As soon as the cringe worthy voice of the lead actresses voice left the television, Amy had flipped over the couch and shoved her heels into Sammy's lap, jabbing into her thigh. Wincing, the submissive twin attempted to stand up and move, but was restricted by the added pressure her sister was putting into her.

"Don't move," Amy told her sister. "You'll distract me from the TV." Sammy rolled her eyes, not even making an effort to cover it up. She noticed that she had been more open about her reactions to Amy's insults or orders. Normally, she would just sigh and obey what her sister would say, but ever since she faced the Skype call and spoke with TheCodemeister, she had found herself to be doing some of the things that she normally wouldn't dare to do on front of her sister - like rolling her eyes.

Amy snorted at something one of the characters said, before stretching out her legs further, causing the ends of the heels to dig deeper into her sister's leg. Sammy was now wedged between the side of the sofa and her sister's heels, and pretty much had nothing else to do but wait until this hour long episode was over.

About halfway through the episode, Amy had pulled out her phone and began texting someone whilst the episode played on, causing Sammy to involuntarily let out a scoff as she rolled her eyes. Amy snapped her head up, as Sammy pretended as if she hadn't done anything, and furrowed her brow at her younger sister.

"Did you just…scoff at me?" Amy asked, interrogating and intimidating her sister with every word. Sammy gulped nervously, a little scared to know that her sister had actually noticed her half-mocking her. She looked up to meet her sister's hard glare and gulped again.

"N-no," she replied, her voice defying her urge not to stutter. Amy's gaze intensified, as she shifted her legs away from Sammy's thigh, causing the young teen's thigh to pop back out yet throb in pain, and slid along the couch to sit next to her cowering sister. She slung an arm around Sammy's shoulders, her head level with her sister's.

The young twin was rather shocked to feel her sister lightly kiss her cheek, before she began leaving a trail of small kisses from her cheek to her temple, until she leant over to her ear, Amy's hot breaths fanning over the omega's earlobe.

"Don't lie to me, Sammy. No one likes a liar," she whispered, so sickly sweet as she giggled softly into her ear. With her hand around Sammy's neck, she lightly brushed her sister's neck, feeling the goosebumps that appeared on her skin. Smirking satisfied to herself, Amy retracted her arm away from her sister, before standing up and walking into the kitchen, leaving a shaken and shocked Sammy.

Amy called her Sammy.

Something about that simple fact had the twin completely confused, yet somewhat excited. Her sister, the one who treated her like utter shit her whole life, finally decided to call her by her real name. Sammy self-consciously placed her hand on her heart, feeling the rapid beats against her palm. Millions of thought ran through her head as she stared into space, processing exactly what just happened. Did Amy…accept her? It was something that Sammy surely had to figure out soon.

"Oi Samey! Help me out, right now!" Amy snapped from the kitchen. Sammy let out an unhappy sigh, before she stood up and walked towards the kitchen. Why did Amy do this to her? She always played with Sammy as if she was just some stupid toy. The submissive twin was so gullible to believe Amy's supposed sympathy. Every time Amy said something decently kind, Sammy could feel her heart skip with the joy of being appreciated by her sister. She felt so useless otherwise as no one would ever talk to her, ignoring the rare times her parents actually did.

Sammy stood next to Amy, who was struggling to open the ice-cream container, her painted red nails trying to lever the lid open. The fact that most of the time when Amy asked her to do anything just seemed to be do accomplish something or help her with something just made Sammy feel like a tool. She did almost everything for Amy - she did her homework, she tells her her school schedule, she helps her open containers. All of it made Sammy feel like just a tool of a person.

Amy released the container from her grip before sliding it over to Sammy, who quickly looked over it for an open sign. The alpha smirked at her sister as she began to open it, before lifting her hand into her face, examining her nails. She didn't really need the help from Sammy, she just didn't wanna ruin her perfectly manicured nails. Also, she loved the satisfaction of watching her sister struggle.

Once Sammy had opened the container, Amy quickly snatched it away from her before, pulling out an ice-cream spoon, and carefully scooped three balls of cookies and cream ice-cream into her bowl, before adding three strawberries to the tops of each scoop. Sammy watched her decorate her meal, her stomach silently rumbling as she watched how natural and delicate Amy was when she garnished her dessert.

As soon as Amy finished, she slapped the lid on the container and looked at a envious Sammy, who struggled to contain her obvious hunger. The alpha smirked before touching her sister's cheek lightly, cooing softly.

"Aww, sorry sis," she mocked sympathy. "I just don't want you getting too fat again." Her words stung deep, obviously wanting to corrupt her sister. A few years back, when Amy and Sammy were around thirteen, Sammy was around twenty pounds heavier than her sister, who was around the average size of a girl her age. Heavily outweighing her sister, Amy decided to pick on her sister, labelling her the 'Fat One' and for a year, everyone in school was calling Sammy the 'Fat One' whilst they began to shower Amy with compliments, like the 'Pretty One' or the 'Successful One'. Extremely embarrassed, Sammy was forced by not only her sister, but her parents to lose some weight, Amy even threatening her saying that if she didn't lose twenty pounds she would be disowned by her family. In the long run, Sammy lost twenty-eight pounds in five months, and was almost diagnosed with bulimia.

At the thought of the memory, Sammy's face paled and Amy smirked successfully to herself, before storing the ice-cream in the freezer again. Looking back at her younger sister, Amy patted Sammy's unbrushed hair before walking off, cackling a little.

Sammy was left staring into space, watching as her twin sister slowly ascended the stairs, scrolling through her phone as she did. Sammy took note on how concentrated she was, as she seemed to be subconsciously walking up the stairs, whilst focusing all her attention on her phone. The omega didn't have the skills to multi-task - she was always tripping over her feet when reading a book, or maybe burning the toast whilst cooking the eggs. It was something she truly envied.

"Hey, Samey?" Amy called from the top of where she could see the stairs, looking down at her sister, her phone in front of her as she typed rapidly on her phone. Sammy perked her head up, raising her brow as she waited for what her sister had to say.

Amy laughed a little, her eyes still focused on her phone. "Y'know that Skype app that I downloaded last week?" She asked, a smile still present on her face.

"Yeah," Sammy replied, feeling her heart rate increase. She didn't want her sister to discover that she had a Skype account. She learned from experience that if Amy wanted a social media app, then Sammy wasn't allowed to have it unless she said so. So far, Skype was the only app that Sammy had an account for, and she couldn't imagine what would happen if her sister discovered than she also had an account. During this past week, all Amy has been using was Skype, and she seemed to enjoy it a lot.

"Well, there's some chick who has the same name as you," she mused. "Sammy Rogers. She even has a creepy flower paddock for an avatar. What a loser." Sammy let out a choked sound, when she heard what her sister said, but quickly covered it up with a fake laugh. How Amy discovered her account was beyond her, unless she deliberately wanted to find her. She was lucky that Amy had a certain naivety to her.

"I'm gonna send her a quick text," Amy chuckled. "'You're…a…loser'." She spelt out slowly, as she typed the message in. Sammy froze once again, and prayed that her phone was off so when Amy's message sent, it wouldn't be dead obvious that it was her phone. "Sent!" There was a moment of silence, where Sammy was holding her breath hoping her phone wouldn't go off. She gripped onto the bench top, her knuckles going white as she tried channeling her mental energy to prevent anything disastrous from happening.

Amy chuckled to herself, muttering a few other insults before disappearing from sight. Though it felt like minutes had passed, only a few seconds had passed, and Sammy finally let go of her breath. She was so thankful that luck was on her side, as she flicked off the lights in the kitchen and went back to watch some television again.

"What to watch," she whispered under her breath as she flicked through the variety of channels Foxtel had to offer. A few movies which Sammy had heard of were about to begin, and one of the TV shows which she sometimes watched was airing a new episode. In the end, she settled on watching Ten Things I Hate About You, and didn't get to bed until 11:30 at night.


"Get up, Samey!" Amy spat as she ripped the duvet off her sister, letting the cool winter air blow over her sleeping sister. Sammy groaned, curling her body up a little, trying to stay warm but Amy then dumped a bucket of ice cold water over her, making Sammy shriek in shock and jump out of bed, completely soaked.

"What the fuck?" She cursed at her sister, who simply cocked an eyebrow at the omega's behaviour. Amy dropped the bucket by her side and folded her arms, looking at her shivering wet sister who was holding her arms close to her body for warmth. Her expression looked interrogating and slightly suspicious, but it was masked only slightly by this impressed exterior.

Sammy hadn't realised what she had said until she looked up to meet Amy's eyes. Amy hated when Sammy spoke back to her. In her own words, she didn't think Sammy was indeed capable of being in charge, since the younger twin was very timid and when she spoke, there was no sense of authority or control in her voice. The younger twin was so submissive to Amy, and always had been since before they could even talk. For Amy, these position were never allowed to change.

"Excuse me, Samey, but we don't curse in our house," Amy said, her voice sweet but with a hidden toxin. "So I want you to take back what you had just said." In any normal situation, Sammy would have immediately gone on her knees and begged for her sister to accept her apology, but instead the normally submissive twin clenched her wet fist and stared back at her sister, almost with the same amount of integrity that she had.

"No," she said before even getting a chance to think about what would happen if she did say it. But something about defying her own mind felt somewhat pleasing. Sammy felt as if she had some power right now, and after watching Amy's face flash with shock, she couldn't help but smile a little.

"Excuse me?" Amy asked, taking a step closer to Sammy. "What did you just say?" Her teeth were clenched, her jaw tightened, and Sammy was almost scared about what would happen next. She had a chance to take it back, and hopefully free of her sister's rage but all this desire to be in control flashed in her mind.

Before she could comprehend what she was doing, Sammy had taken a small step closer to her sister, tilting her chin up and straightening out her posture. Her back clicked a little, but other than that she stood there with much confidence.

"I said, 'No'," she replied to her sister, a feeling of smugness arising in her chest. She was getting a real kick out of this, and she didn't want it to end too soon. Amy looked more angry than shocked now, unfolding her arms and putting her hands on her hips, her long and delicate fingers digging into her sides as she stared down at her sister with hostility in her eyes.

"Samey, I'm stressed for time here, just apologise for what you said," Amy asked, obviously trying to control her anger. Her whole voice sounded shaky, and Sammy couldn't tell if it was because she was nervous or because she was trying to hold back her rage. Sammy's eyes flicked to where her hands were, her sharp nails digging into her soft porcelain skin. A sinister voice inside her head told her to push her to drawing blood, to which Sammy had a small giggle to, but managed to hide it by exhaling deeply.

"Why should I apologise for something, when you do the same thing constantly with no punishment?" Her inner sass master must have helped her out when wording her sentence. Or maybe it was because she was watching that movie last night. After all, Julia Stiles plays a killer Kat Stratford. Amy's finger dug in deeper, to which Sammy found satisfaction to. Why she was enjoying it so much was beyond her, but nonetheless, she felt no need to stop it now.

Instead of answering Sammy's question with words, the alpha twin lifted her foot and stomped on her sister's hard, pressing down harder onto the younger's foot. Sammy let out a yelp and kicked Amy's foot off her, causing the older twin to stumble back a little.

Before she could stop herself, Sammy found herself swinging her arm towards her sister's face, her fist clenched as it made contact with Amy's cheek, and the sound of impact was the last thing that was heard. The two sisters stared at each other, both looking at each other with the same amount of shock. Sammy was horrified about what she had done - she punched her sister! Amy's cheek was already slightly red, her mouth open a little and her eyes wide.

Her state of shock turned into a look of anger, as Amy squinted her eyes and closed her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes. Sammy tried saying something but Amy turned around her bottom lip already quivering. She darted out of the room, soft sobs leaving her mouth as she bolted down the corridor. Sammy tried following her but once she left her room, Amy had already began running down the stairs, crying softly.

Her older sister was always such a crybaby. Nowadays, she'd only fake cry to gain the sympathy of her parents so that Sammy would get punished. Speaking of her parents, Sammy didn't know if they had returned back from their date night yet, and hope they hadn't so that Amy wouldn't be able to rat Sammy out to them.

Sammy was still wet, a patch of wet carpet already forming under her feet. She hadn't even noticed that she was wet, since she was bickering with her sister. She also forgot the pain in her foot, when Amy stepped on it due to the fact she was too shocked after realising she punched her sister. Sammy had never physically attacked her sister before, and this whole experience felt somewhat unrealistic.

Sighing to herself, more in regret than anything else, she walked over to the bathroom to take a quick shower and wash up. So many thoughts flooded her mind as she washed up, the questionable reaction her parents would have, the reactions the kids at school might have and most daunting of all, how Amy would treat her from now on. Would she be more hostile towards her, or will she distance herself from Sammy? It began to scare Sammy.

After showering, Sammy walked back into her room, where she heard her phone buzz. She walked over to the bedside table, a small smile on her face and checked her notifications. It was a Skype message.

Amy Rogers: You're a loser

Sammy's smile immediately dropped when she read the text, her heart doing a complete 180. She sighed and clicked the phone off, before resting her face in her hands, rubbing her eyes and face from all the drama that happened only moments earlier.

The only sounds she could hear were her soft breaths and the sounds of Amy's sobbing voice as she spoke to whoever downstairs. Sammy closed her eyes tightly, each passing moment filling her up with more regret for punching her sister's face. Sure Amy deserved it, but even if she did, Sammy threw the first punch and ended up hurting her older sister. It just wasn't right.

Sammy sighed, once again, and quickly got changed, where she would have to face whatever the day had to provide, preparing for whatever hate or bullying she'll get for her actions towards her sister.


Badum, I'm back! :D

I know I was trying to get updates out once a month, but I'm a big procrastinator and have had many other things to do. I understand if people aren't gonna read this story as much due to its lack of updates, but I hope it's plot won't bore you to death.

So how was this chapter? I've actually tried three other scenarios that were gonna happen, but after having a similar night to Sammy's, I decided I might write this one.

This time, we see Sammy develop more in terms of her confidence and become more of her own person. :D

Just so I know you read these authors notes, please tell me who your favourite character is so far. Or if you have figured out who the person who Sammy called back in chapter 1 was.

Today is April Fools, but it's also Easter and Good Friday soon, so I'm conflicted about what my last words should be. xD

Happy Easter and Good Friday. I don't think I'll hava anything on April Fools to say xP

-Blue xx