Catch My Dreams (ongoing and EDITING)

Chapter 6: Who's Afraid Of The Big, Bad Bîtch?

Chapter 6. Who's Afraid Of The Big, Bad Bîtch?

(Pic of Sierra!)

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Have you ever hated a person? So bad that you just wanted to murder her?

I lay in bed, my hands under the back of my head as I stared at the ceiling, recalling the events from 4 hours ago.

Feeling hot tears sweep down my cheeks, I fought the urge to text a friend. Anyone.

Connor?

What the hell, Sierra?!

I shook my head to clear it, I got off track again.

Back to my original train of thought...

I hate the bitch Rachael. I effing despise her.

Why?

She slapped me.

Because I said Spencer was hot.

When I was talking on phone with Maddie when I was going home for dinner.

And then do you know what happened?

I was thinking that when I got home, I just needed to face my mother.

I was wrong.

Hah, I bet Xavier (my ex) was snickering at me.

As I knocked the door of my house, the bitch was right behind me.

The door opened and the people inside smiled at me.

There were six people:

1. My mother

2. My father

3. A woman in her early-fourties having the exact same features as Rachael

4. Another man in his fourties who had an arm around the woman

5. A super hot blonde guy who was Rachael's asshole of a brother

6. Jenna, who was shooting sympathizing glances at me (I told her all about my life)

Bingo, Rachael is actually my cousin.

The bitch is my cousin.

Flashback to 4 hours ago:

My mother opened the door, a scowl plastered on her face, "Young lady, you're late and everyone's here," she hissed, "they got the wrong message that this family dresses terribly!" She screamed it in a whisper.

I rolled my eyes, "It was you who kicked me out so I couldn't change."

"Whatever,  just - " My mother stopped mid-sentence, looking over my shoulder.

"Oh God, darling I'm so sorry for this, please come in and excuse my daughter's behavior," she gushed, embarrassed.

My behavior?! Take a glimpse at yours!

I turned my head slowly - just imagine those slow-motion scenes in movies where a scary ghostly figure suddenly appears behind the main character - and saw the foxy bitch.

She was dressed in - was she even dressed?!

Her black skirt was hitched way too high up her thigh, yes she was short but her legs were pretty long.

Her cleavage could be seen. Ew, I'm going to get nightmares. If only Spencer was here. Aw. I'd wrap my arms around his gorgeous torso and hug the life out of him while screaming, "bitch alert!"

I had stared at Rachael's vulgar face, and sputtered, "Wh...what...you?!"

She had flashed me one of her fake smiles, saying, "Yes, darling. Me. And could you just," she gestured - waved me away - "move along, honey? Your fat ass is blocking my way."

Is it just a coincidence? That my mother and Rachael share the same revolting pet names for me?

"I like you already," my mother winked at Rachael, smirking at me, "come on dear, please come in," she guided Rachael into the house. The door almost squished me into human pizza.

My mother is actually teaming up with the bitch against me. Very civil and mature, mother dearest.

Throughout the dinner the dads all talked about business stuff like shares, finance; and other crappy stuff.

The moms discussed - gossiped about - the daughters.

Mother bîtch asked, "So, how is Sierra doing at school?"

My mother had responded, "Oh, I don't know much, but I'm sure well aware of her rule-breaking habits."

"Let me get this straight, honey," I spat at my mother, "you never cared about my studies, you don't even know about 1% of my life! And when you open your big, annoying mouth, you say - 'ooh yes, my daughter has broken the school rule once because she was defending her best friend, and oh that 3.8 GPA of hers mean nothing more than a worthless embryo she was!', isn't that right, mother dearest?" I sugarcoated my tone to add a malicious effect.

The whole table was speechless, they looked like deer in headlights.

Rachael smirked, "Well, well, looks like the geek has some fire in her, not so much of a doormat anymore, huh?" She crossed her legs under the table.

Trying to look sophisticated and classy?

Back off, dictator.

I stood up, crossing my arms and grinned at her, "Who's afraid of the big, bad bîtch? Last time I checked," I gestured at my face and mouthed to Rachael, "not me."

She gave no reponse.

"Cat got your tongue?" I sneered, "why? Aren't you gonna slap me again."

Rachael snarled and stood up abruptly, her chair clanging on the ground, "You little - "

Her words were cut off when my mother slapped me.

She didn't slap, she backhanded me. Like a slave.

This is just spectacular.

Firstly, I got slapped on the right cheek by Rachael, then I got backhanded on the left cheek by my mother and was humiliated in front of the people that belonged to the "higher tier of society".

Who knows what will come next?

Now here I am, crying silently on my bed in the dead of the night.

The next weird thing happened.

My phone buzzed and Suit & Tie rang out.

I love JT.

And the caller I.D. is...

Connormoron@@

As much as I hate to admit this, I smiled at the screen.

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