Is this bitch serious? Katherine thought to herself while looking
out of her window. She had just watched Annette pull up to her house in
Sebastian, her dead stepbrother's, convertible. How dare she.
Katherine hadn't talked to Annette since Sebastian's funeral, and she had no intentions to. She hated the girl. If it weren't for that girl, that horrible little bitch, everything would be going fine. He brother wouldn't be dead, she would still have her flawless reputation, and most of all her life wouldn't be completely fucked up.
She couldn't believe that the girl actually had the nerve to show up, after everything that had happened, and yet here she was, driving up to her front door. Within seconds she heard a knock on the door. She lazily got up to answer it. Sure enough, it was Annette.
"Hi," said Katherine trying to sound somewhat surprised.
"Hello Katherine," answered Annette. "I know it's been about a month since it all happened, but I would really like it if we could talk about it, you know, let it all out."
"What is there to say? My brother is dead, when we all know you should be."
"Excuse me? I don't recall that being the case."
"Well then maybe you need your memory checked," Katherine said attempting to slam the door shut as Annette walked in.
"Katherine, I just came to help," she said.
"I don't need help, I am fine by myself."
"I don't think you are, I know I'm not."
"Well that's you, this is me. Now kindly exit my house before I call 911."
"No. Katherine, you need me, I see how you are in school. You are not fine, you are dead inside. You need my help, don't deny it."
"Dead inside? Dead inside? Well maybe I am dead inside, but not because of Sebastian's death. I don't give a shit about that. I am dead because this year is completely fucked up, all because you came. You made my brother fall in love with you, then you killed him. What else more is there to say? Now I am an outcast all because of what you did. Now, please leave alone."
"Excuse me?" Annette yelled, her anger rising. "How is it my fault your brother died? From what I hear you convinced that crazy man to attack him on the street causing the accident. Now please, tell me how this is my fault, because I would really like to know."
"Get off of my property! Get out!" Katherine yelled chasing Annette out the door. She slammed the door shut and dead bolted it.
"Fuck her!" she yelled, throwing a book across the room. "Fuck her!"
Katherine hadn't talked to Annette since Sebastian's funeral, and she had no intentions to. She hated the girl. If it weren't for that girl, that horrible little bitch, everything would be going fine. He brother wouldn't be dead, she would still have her flawless reputation, and most of all her life wouldn't be completely fucked up.
She couldn't believe that the girl actually had the nerve to show up, after everything that had happened, and yet here she was, driving up to her front door. Within seconds she heard a knock on the door. She lazily got up to answer it. Sure enough, it was Annette.
"Hi," said Katherine trying to sound somewhat surprised.
"Hello Katherine," answered Annette. "I know it's been about a month since it all happened, but I would really like it if we could talk about it, you know, let it all out."
"What is there to say? My brother is dead, when we all know you should be."
"Excuse me? I don't recall that being the case."
"Well then maybe you need your memory checked," Katherine said attempting to slam the door shut as Annette walked in.
"Katherine, I just came to help," she said.
"I don't need help, I am fine by myself."
"I don't think you are, I know I'm not."
"Well that's you, this is me. Now kindly exit my house before I call 911."
"No. Katherine, you need me, I see how you are in school. You are not fine, you are dead inside. You need my help, don't deny it."
"Dead inside? Dead inside? Well maybe I am dead inside, but not because of Sebastian's death. I don't give a shit about that. I am dead because this year is completely fucked up, all because you came. You made my brother fall in love with you, then you killed him. What else more is there to say? Now I am an outcast all because of what you did. Now, please leave alone."
"Excuse me?" Annette yelled, her anger rising. "How is it my fault your brother died? From what I hear you convinced that crazy man to attack him on the street causing the accident. Now please, tell me how this is my fault, because I would really like to know."
"Get off of my property! Get out!" Katherine yelled chasing Annette out the door. She slammed the door shut and dead bolted it.
"Fuck her!" she yelled, throwing a book across the room. "Fuck her!"