Aryan POV

I watched in shock as Carmen walked back into the room, our father following close behind. He looked just the same as he did several years ago. Square-ish face, white-grey hair and a small beard forming. He was about 6-5 and medium size in build, not to far on the skinny side and didn't have a beer gut. I wanted to cry when his eyes met mine and he smiled. When he mumbled "Hey sweetie" I turned my face to the ground and bit back a tear.

He walked up to me and kneeled in front of me, using his hand to bring my face up to look at him he smiled again. "You've grown into a beautiful young woman Aryan, you look just like your mother did when she was your age."

"Too bad my mother's dead because of you and your need to play god." I spit at him, watching with satisfaction as his eyes grew wide and looked at Carmen for confirmation. Slowly looking at the floor when she nodded her head. "I'm so sorry sweetie, I never meant for any of this to happen. I hope one day you can forgive me like your sister has."

I looked at him in disbelief before finally saying the words I've held back for years. "I will never forgive you. You LEFT us, Mom buried herself in work and basically forgot about us when we heard the news. I was left to raise Carmen, I was forced to grow up at the age of seven, I had my childhood stolen from me because of you!" I was breathing hard from my voice raising slightly with each word, relishing every flinch he made from my words stinging him, that didn't stop me from continuing. "You never wanted me, you always looked at me in such disappointment. Upset because you got stuck with two daughters instead of a son, even though I was the oldest. You never once paid attention to me, nothing I did was good enough in your eyes. Carmen was the daddy's princess and the girly girl, getting everything handed to her on a silver platter. I was the one learning how to play every sport, going camping and 4 wheeling all the time and turned into a tomboy to try and please you. I worked so hard in school to keep my grades high, but as soon as I got a B I'd be grounded, while Carmen could do no wrong! You completely ignored me from the very beginning! You never loved or even cared about me. Nothing I did was good enough for you, but yet I kept trying to please you, hoping that maybe, just maybe one day you'd look at me and say 'I'm proud of you Ar.' but then you died, and I was forced to pick up the pieces that you left behind. So no I won't forgive you, I'll never forgive you. My father died in the car crash years ago, burned so badly the body wasn't recognizable. The only thing that was able to determine it was him, was his wedding ring and the 'best father' necklace Carmen got you. I buried my father. You're nothing but a man posing to be someone he's not."

I turned my head to the side focusing on the brick wall, praying that my tears held back just a little bit longer. I would not give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry. Knowing that he was staring at me with those eyes that were like a mirror of my own, I waited until he got up and untied my hands to move. Not once looking at the man I used to admire.

"Aryan that's our father! How dare you be disrespectful to him like that after everything he's done to you!" I glared at Carmen and watched as she flinched back some. I stood up and got in her face, "Yes Carmen, after everything he's done to me. You wouldn't understand what he's done though, because you got whatever you wanted, you never once stopped to think about me, the person who RAISED you. You never once stopped to think about the hell I was living in because of this man you have blind faith for. But why would you? He's only left our family and been the reason our mother's dead, along with half the world."

"You don't know what you're talking about Aryan! He did this for us! So we could be a family again!" I couldn't help it anymore, her words stinging with each breath pissed me off further. I yelled and tackled her to the ground, enjoying the sound of her head smacking against the concrete. Clamping my hands around her wrists to pin her arms down, I straddled her and put an inch of distance between our faces, leaning down beside her ear I whispered "You aren't my family." Before I could start to stand up she kicked me from behind, fire burning in her eyes from my comment. Bucking underneath me, she flung me off and the positions were reversed. With her now straddling me, she grinned evilly and pulled a gun I hadn't noticed before from the back waist band of her jeans.

Holding my arms down with her knees she turned the gun over in her hands a couple times inspecting it before looking at me once again. Leaning down to whisper in my ear like I had down to her not to long ago she answered the question everyone had been wondering. "You're a part of this whether you like it or not. And since you're clearly not going to side with us, we won't be able to get the cure in a more… humane way. You see when Dad gave you the cure, it was when you were going through surgery when you were six, you remember that 4 wheeler accident don't you? Of course you do, you still have scars from it. Anyways, while you were under dad slipped the cure into your blood stream. Over the years your body had multiplied to cure and it connected with your cells. That's why you don't get sick. And since it's a part of you now, we need your blood in order to access it. Meaning, since we aren't family after all, it's perfectly fine for me to kill you. Granted that will waste some of your blood and cause a stain later on, I'm willing to risk it."

I looked at her in shock as she turned the safety off, resting the barrel of the gun against my forehead. The cold metal sent chills down my spine and rose goose bumps on my arms. I closed my eyes tightly as I felt my breath come in ragged pants. After everything that's happened in the past months, this was how my life was going to end. A bullet in the head from my very own sister. The sound of her cocking the gun back and the bullet being set in the chamber seemed a million times louder than normal. I thought about all the times Carmen and I had fought in the past, and how I always thought the hatred between us was normal. This though… was far from normal.

I opened my eyes slowly and glanced at 16 year old sister, both hands on the gun that was pushed against my skin, face scrunched in her angry, determined face. Eyes never leaving my face. Before I could stop myself I opened my mouth "Do it Carmen. Get it over with already." Her face faltered for a minute, hesitating, her knees slacked their hold on my wrists and that's all I needed. I brought my legs up and wrapped them around her abdomen, putting the karate skills to use for once, I managed to flip us over and tried to take the gun from her hands.

Figuring out my plan she pulled her arm out above her head, laying it flat against the ground, while her other hand pushed against my face. Reminding me of an older kick with their hand on a toddlers head while the child tries to swing at them. Struggling against her hand that lowered to my throat, I stretched forward to grab the gun, when that plan didn't work, I did the only other thing I could think of. I socked her in the gut with as much strength as I could muster in my fist. She curled to the side as the breath left her body, accidentally pulling the trigger when she jerked. We all froze when we heard the unmistakable bang of the gun.

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