Chapter Three
The next day, I begin to make their lives hell. At breakfast, I sit across from my mother. Her blonde hair, so much like Juliet's, shines from the sunlight hitting it. Her nails are perfectly manicured, the tips are painted black while the rest of the nail is painted as red as blood. She wears a low cut, sleeveless, flamingo halter top that showed off plenty if cleavage. Her jeans look like they could be cutting off the circulation in her legs. Her silver stiletto heels click as she taps her foot against the ground. Each click echoes in my head, like an atomic blast. She sips her coffee and continues to read her book. She rolls her eyes at something she disagrees with in Twilight while muttering about what the characters have that she will get later. It's then that she notices my staring.
"What?" She asks irritated.
"Nothing, just wondering why you hate kids so much."
"Simple, they re greedy brats."
"Pot meet kettle, the kettle is black."
"Excuse me?!" She exclaims.
"Before you insult someone you should make sure your own hands are clean, Mother," saying mother with venom and sarcasm.
"What are you talking about?!" she shrieks with an icy glare.
"You're unwinding us!" I quickly shut my mouth, realizing as the shock, then anger, passes over my mother s face.
"And how would you know?" her face a mix of shock, anger, and accusation.
"Simple, for one I overheard you talking, you're not that quiet. Second, I found the forms."
"You were digging in you up father's study?!"
"Possibly.'"
"Exactly my point! You're all ungrateful runts! This is why you are going to get unwound! You can't be trusted!"
"And what about Juliet, huh?! She's a sweet, loving child!" I stop yelling as I notice her smirk.
"Simple. Your father has cancer. We wanted no part of you. So, we had another child to help prolong your father's life and get as close of a match as possible." What she says makes sense but the thought makes me want to puke. Juliet is just spare parts for them. "Besides, I've always been jealous of your father's eyes. Juliet has them. Perfect."
"You sick, twisted, bitch." So, I was a mistake and Juliet was simply for spare parts. Those sick, twisted beasts.
"Thank you." She states with a sickly, sweet smile, sarcasm oozing off her words.
I glare and walk right over and take the hot coffee from her hand and dump it on her head. I smirk as she shrieks and smash the cup on the floor, walking away as the cup goes to pieces as she was screaming at me about her hair and skin.
Later, I decide to piss of my father. My father is a formal man. He looks as of just stepped out of a men's fashion catalog. He always wears suits and ties, usually black as night. His hair is slicked back and the oil gave it a shine. I have his chocolate brown hair and pale green eyes. His eyes, though, are cold as ice and hard as steel. He carries his almond suitcase with him everywhere; in it is all the paper work for work. Forms, files, bills, everything he could need for work. He was soulless, in other words he was a lawyer. Everything he did, and what we had to do, was calculated and precise. Nothing he did was meaningless. He was a heartless machine. I decided I was going to play with fire.
"Hello, father", I greet him when he gets home.
"Antigone", he responds taking off his designer shoes and loosening the belt on round stomach. He sits his suitcase down where ever he pleases, too lazy to pick it up.
"So, how's cancer treating you?"I slightly smirk when he freezes for a split second.
"You re mother told you then?" he said composing himself.
"Yes, she also told me that you only had Juliet for spare parts. Like she s a car at the scrap heap", I say lacing my words with venom.
"So? Did she tell you it was her idea?" he glares at my tone.
"I don't care whose idea it was. Juliet is not a car. She is a human being and should be treated as such. Not like she's a junk yard car ready for you to take things from at any given moment."
"We gave birth to her. We chose what happens to her. The law gave us that choice. And as I just said, it was your mother's choice, not mine, to have you two unwound and to use Juliet to cure my cancer. To use her to prolong my life."
"The law should take that choice away from heartless monsters like you. She is your youngest daughter! Half of you! And so what if it was her idea!? You could have talked her out of it! You could have stood your ground but you didn't Don't you have balls to stand up for yourself!? Or are you a spineless jelly fish!?"
"Don't you dare call me spineless! I can stand my ground; your mother is just a dictator! So show some respect!"
"When you show us some and when you actually prove you aren't spineless."
"I don't have to. I am an adult. I can do as I please."
"I'm a human being, too. I have rights."
"Not in my house. Not when I need a lung. Not when the closest match I can get is right upstairs. Right in reach. I need her lungs."
"I thought you'd say that. And no, you don't need her lungs. You want her lungs. You could easily take lungs from another unwind that is not blood related to you. So, I took the liberty of taking all your suits and pouring bleach on them then lighting them on fire," I give him a sweet, innocent smile.
"You what!?" he panics and runs off to look at his cloths. I then take the time to take his suit case and light that on fire, too.