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Welcome to the crying game
Where you lose your soul
Where it ain't no easy pass
You got to use the toll
Ain't no cruise control
You 'bout to lose control
Ain't no smilin' faces here
The Crying Game - Nicki Minaj ft Jessie Ware
Chapter One - The Crying Game
I looked over at Violet's side when she yawned. Violet didn't come back until two hours ago. As usual she was out partying with her boyfriend. Violet really needed to break up with him.
"What's up baby sis?" Violet smirked.
"We're like two minutes apart." I placed my book on my lap and watched as my twin sister go out of her bed and struggled to stand.
"Shit. I'm still drunk." Violet shook her head. "Bad idea." I giggled at my silly sister.
"Are you going to school?" I asked. I was already dressed and ready. Violet was the one who took forever. She cared about what people thought about.
"I guess. I don't want people thinking I died." Violet smiled.
Of course. You have to see your little followers.
I started to gather my books as Violet took a quick shower. Violet was deciding on what outfit to wear while I was walking out. I told her I would meet her downstairs.
"Good morning, baby." Mama kissed my head. "Where's Violet?"
"Getting ready. We should be leaving soon."
"You better be leaving soon. You're going to be late. Morning princess." Daddy kissed my forehead. I smiled at him and gave him a hug.
I was always more closer to my Dad. He might seem scary, but he was a sweetheart.
"Ready?" I looked at Violet.
"Go change." Daddy said.
"What? What's wrong with my outfit today old man?" Violet glared at him.
"Your jeans look too tight, I can see your fucking red bra, your stomach shouldn't be showing, and your boobs are practically falling out." Daddy glared back at Violet.
"So? People like to see what I got." I could tell that answer and smirk was going to start a war.
"By people do you mean your boyfriend? Violet, why can't you be more like your sister? Look at what she's wearing." Mama said. Violet looked at me and raised her eyebrow.
"You mean an oversized shirt, jeans, and a grandma bra? No thank you. I happen to like showing off my body."
"Just like some slut." Daddy mumbled.
"I'm fucking out of here. I'm tired of your shit." Violet spat. I didn't say anything as Violet stormed out of the house.
Of course my parents bad mouthed her and turned to me. This always happened.
"Please don't be like your sister." Mama sighed.
"Yeah, stay the good virgin girl. It will get you more places." Daddy said.
Well, I already broke one of the rules. I hated how I had to be the perfect one in the family. Viola get good grades, Viola finish school, Viola don't drink, don't do drugs, don't date or have sex. It was too much at times.
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We all have problems. Some more serious than others. Violet's problem was being the problem child. Violet was a trouble maker; she got into trouble all the time. Her boyfriend being in a gang didn't help either. I knew my twin was going downhill. I'...