Chapter 2: Betrayal

Chapter 2: Betrayal

 “Evangeline.” I spat.

“Why are you here?” I asked suddenly curious.

“Let’s just say I have other things to attend to, anyway I wanted to see my little sis again.” She sneered.
 My Phone Rang.

“Hello?” I called into the phone.

“Ciara! How are you?” I would recognize that voice anywhere; it was my boyfriend, Devon.

“I’m Good, are you going to be in school tomorrow then?

“Yeah.” He said in his deep melancholy tones, god he was sexy.

“Come over mine later on..” I replied.

“Sure Babe.” He said sexily into the phone.

**A few Hours Later**

I heard a knock at the door. Evangeline seemed excited of this and jumped off the sofa straight away and ran upstairs.

I rolled my eyes.

I opened the door, only to be wrapped in a embracing hug, he walked In and we sat on the sofa cuddling.

“I love you.” I murmured.

“I love you too.” He muttered.

Evangeline suddenly came downstairs in her swimsuit. Devon eyed her up and down and looked interested. I just thought it was a coincidence.

Its nearly lunch! I made my way to the kitchen and made Devon, Me and Evangeline a sandwich. I called them in from the hot tub, why did I feel so overprotective?

I washed up, I poured myself a coffee.

Why is my sister here? I thought, and what does she want?

I went into the living room, crashed on the sofa for a bit and watched TV.

I put some music on and started to cook macaroni and cheese for dinner, gelatine for afterwards.

***A Few hours later***

It’s 7pm, I rubbed my eyes, I was getting really tired, I had a shower then went upstairs and got dressed into my underwear to go to sleep in.

I heard a weird noise, I crept outside the spare room where my sister was sleeping.

Devon and Evangeline were making out on the bed.

 I ran downstairs and went outside to the pool, crying why did they do this to me? Why did SHE do this to me?

I ran back upstairs, shut my bedroom door, and silently fell asleep.  

***The Next Day***

I got up to walk down the stairs, Evangeline came behind me and pushed me down the stairs.

I felt  broken and used, abused.  The ambulance came and gently put me on a stretcher before taking me to the hospital.

What’s going on? Why did she do this to me? All of this...