Lizzie's Pov

I didn't know what to say and felt like I had been punched in the face.

"Um, look, Ben and I are still-,"

"I think it's a good idea." Isabella interrupted. "Ben loves me and I love him and that's what I really need right now. For someone to love me. Now that mom and dad are gone, I feel really...unloved and Ben cares about me so much."

This got me really offended when she said she felt unloved. She knew perfectly well that me and my whole family (I don't know about Matt) all loved her, that's why we adopted her.

"But there will be plenty of other guys out there who will love you for who you are. Ben is my boyfriend, and I don't think I can let you have him." I told her. I couldn't believe she even ask a stupid question like that.

"Well, Ben told me that I meant the world to him...and he said that it felt like you guys weren't going anywhere." Isabella said. I didn't know whether she was fibbing or joking or telling the truth. If she was joking, it was very funny because I was taking this seriously. I loved Ben a lot and I didn't realise he felt that way. Why couldn't' he have told me in the first place? I have known him longer than he has known Isabella. And I felt like she was taking over my life and ruining it.

"He really said that?" I asked at last.

She nodded. "He made me swear not to tell you, but you are my sister so I had to. I knew it might break your heart, but that's how he really feels. I'm really sorry..."

"Look, I'm really tired right now. Why don't we talk about this another time, please?"

She nodded and I turned off my lamp and tried to sleep. But I couldn't. I kept thinking about her asking me if she could have Ben. And that she said Ben didn't care about me much anymore...I just felt like falling asleep and never waking up.

I woke up in the morning and it was 9am. It was a weekend and Isabella was already up. I still had last nights experience going through my head and couldn't get it out. That's when I decided to call Ben myself and ask him about it. If I found out Isabella had been lying to me, then I would definitely flip.

"Hi Ben, its Lizzie." I said when he picked up the phone. He said hello to me and asked me what was up.

"Erm... last night Isabella asked me this question that I never thought she would ask, and I was totally confused."

Ben had no idea what I was on about and told me to keep going.

"Is it true?" I asked him when I had finished telling him what Isabella told me last night. "Just answer me truthfully. I won't get mad, I...I promise."

"Well...yes, it is." He answered. I could hear the guilt in his voice. I felt like a ton of bricks had fallen on me. I couldn't believe it.

"S-so you think that we're not getting anywhere?" I asked him. My voice sounded all croaky because I was trying not to cry.

"It's not that, I-I don't know how to explain it. I'm really sorry Lizzie; I just didn't want to hurt you. I love you, I really do. But I love Isabella too."

"B-But you've k-known me longer than Isabella!" I stuttered.

"I know, but I feel like I've known her forever." He told me softly. I sighed I wiped the tears running down my face. I tried to hide the fact that I was practically bawling my eyes out.

"Are you crying?"

I ignored his question. "So do you want Isabella, instead of me?"

There was a long silence for a moment, but it felt like hours. "I-I really don't know." He said.

"It's a yes, isn't it? You do want her more, don't you?" I said, my anger rising.

"No! That's not it-,"

Before he could finish his sentence I slammed the phone down and sat on my bed, still crying. I hated Isabella for ruining my life. For ruining my relationship with Ben and for living here with us. I didn't want her here anymore and I didn't care about her. I just wanted her to leave.

Feeling furious, I got changed, and went downstairs to have breakfast. Isabella and my mom didn't even notice me as they were too busy laughing their heads off at a lame TV show. My dad and Matt were supposedly still asleep. I angrily stuffed a piece of toast into my mouth and glared at Isabella with the corner of my eye. She only saw me when she went up to go to the bathroom.

"Oh hi Lizzie, I didn't notice you were here. Did you sleep okay?" She asked politely as if nothing had happened. I ignored her and went upstairs. Unfortunately, she followed me. I went into my room to get away from her, but then remembered that it was her room too. She came and stood near my bed while I grabbed a bag and started throwing my things into it.

"Lizzie, I was wondering whether you've thought about what I asked you last night." She said to me. At first I wondered what she meant and then it came to me.

"Yes. I don't care." I said with gritted teeth.

"You mean, I can have him?" Isabella said, getting excited. I nodded, feeling like I was going to explode any minute.

Isabella squealed with excitement and came up and hugged me. I shoved her off grumpily and her smile went away.

"Is there something wrong?" She asked me. I couldn't believe that she didn't even realise that I had just broken up with my boyfriend, so she could have him. I wanted to scream at her until the roof lifted off the house but my mom was in the next room. And then she would hear me, ask what was wrong and be on Isabella's side.

"No. Nothing's wrong." I snapped at last. I was chucking things in my bag so violently that my arms were getting sore.

"Oh, okay then. Cool. Um, what are you doing?" She asked.

"I'm moving into the study." I said angrily.

"Why?"

"Since you won't move there, I will! And you get this whole space, that use to be my room, to yourself!" I moved to the corner where Isabella had dumped my stuff the other day.

"Great, thanks! Your room is much cooler and bigger! You're such a nice sister!" She said happily. 'Well you're not!' I said to myself. My mom said I was inconsiderate and it was Isabella who was inconsiderate. She didn't give a damn about anyone else but her self. And she had no idea how angry and miserable she had made me. She didn't even give me an apology for what she did. She was such a bitch now. And I hated her more than anything; I even liked Matt better than her which was very rare.

I picked up my bag, and walked into the study. I dumped my stuff there and it was very messy and small, but it was way better than sharing a room with Isabella. I'd rather sleep in a dump than share a room with her. I sat down on a chair and wished she had gone to Rome after all, and then all this wouldn't have happened. She had ruined my life and she didn't even know it. All I knew was that she was going to pay.