#favouritism

But a hand held my wrist, jerking me back again.

Gareth.

"First of all, you ruined everything. And now, when we are trying to give you another chance, you're ruining it as well by behaving like a fucking bitch?" He scoffed.

His grip on my wrist was so tight, I knew there will be marks left. I didn't struggle in his grip, knowing it would just hurt more.

"Chance? Humiliating me in front of everyone seems like a chance to you?" I asked, my voice deep with emotions.

"You are not even feeling a fraction of what Mia felt!" Another loud voice pierced in the air.

Landon King.

I tilted my head up to look at him. He was coming from the entrance. But he wasnt with his usual loops idea smirk or cockiness.

He was looking murderous.

Dangerous.

"You call yourself her sister, huh? Her twin? But you know what you're? A selfish bitch who wanted all the attention for herself that's why she ruined her sister's life."

"No I didn't." I yelled back.

No. No. No.

He was lying. I didn't do that, right? I wasn't that selfish. I was... I was helpless, right? Right?

I could feel my mind going hazy, the demons inside me ready to eat me out, to take over my mind. And I knew I was about to lose it, and I needed to go outside from this fucking house.

I struggled in Gareth's grip. "Fucking leave me," I gritted. His grip only tightened. "And now your dramas. Please stop these." He uttered.

"Don't you ever get tired with all these dramas of yours?" Killian sneered.

"Oh, she dont. She loves drama and creating them." Gareth said back.

"She was always an attention seeker." Mia said.

No.

Please, leave me.

Please.

"Leave her," a deep British accent yelled, cutting the air with it. It was Brandon.

At his loud voice, all of them stopped, shocked. Even Landon and Nikolai was shocked. Gareth finally left my wrist, and I literally ran away from the house, not looking back.

Because I know, if I did, I will loose whatever sanity I have left.