They always told me, “Ryan, trouble’s going to follow you everywhere.”
What they didn’t tell me was that trouble would come in the shape of my 5’6, raven haired, bitch of a step-sister.
She loves to put on this innocent act, but, I can see straight through her facade.
The fake smile she shows off or how her eyes lose their light sometimes.
It seems the more I hate her, the more obsessed I become.
I want to combine our fires and blow her life up in flames. I bet she’d be so pretty when she cries. If I had only known the hell she was going to unleash when I least expected it.