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The little bitch is the first one I spot, and his eyesback as he sits beside s

Maybe it is On the inside they’re one and the same Both as fucked up and manipulative as the other

“Nico,” ainst the wall

I step farther into the roo but a blank stare

“Don’t be rude, son” He’s gotten good at acting, his senerous, but his eyes are as vicious as always He sweeps his hand out and says, “We have guests”

Right as he says it, a little hand with pink polished nails folds over the edge of the high-backed chair facing away from me

Inch by inch, long, dark blonde hair fronize anywhere that has no place in this living room

My feet grow nus squeeze inmy airway

Ti cold when slowly, her head turns, those green eyes needing no directing, but landing right on mine

I’ve never witnessed such an array of emotions flash across a person’s face and so quickly

Anger, disappointment, discomfort

Sadness

Confusion

Concern

Fear?

What are you afraid of, baby?

I want to step toward her, but I’ frozen

“I didn’t know you had a brother,” she says, her tone cool and collected when she’s anything but

My eyesbetween lare settling on the asshole she’s referring to “I don’t”

Alex slance back to Demi

Her face contorts, but she doesn’t say a word, and in the next second, herbeside her

My eyes cut to my dad “What is this?”

“I called Ms Davenport and asked her family to join mine for dinner”

In my peripheral, I see Demi’s head jerk toward her mom

My dad continues, “We were just discussing for Demi’s date”