Chapter 47
THE SISTER
Hello, Sister.
So now you know.
You know that I am the one you should have been afraid of all along.
Everyone always underestimates me. They have ever since I was a child. Poor, quiet Dina with no friends and no birthday party. The girl in the corner with nothing to say.
But that’s not who I am. It never was. I was always the most lethal person in any room, and the sting in my tail is that nobody knew how deadly I really was.
But he knew. He saw me as I am. On the day I met Magnus, he took me to a pig farm because he wanted to hurt something. I saw it in his eyes, like it was reflected back from deep within my own spirit. I knew he was my soulmate even then.
Yes, he has a wife and kids, blah blah blah. He even has a fiancée as well now. But he’s still mine. Nobody understands the rules we follow. No one else comes even close to us and I don’t need anyone else to confirm it.
Magnus and I have been together for years, ever since that day on the farm. He understands me better than anyone, better than I even understand myself. He knows all about my traumatic childhood with my despicable mother. The mother you managed to escape.
Claire and Faye. The perfect twins, who grew up in perfect homes with perfect parents. But recently things aren’t quite so perfect, are they?
The same day I met Magnus, was the day I met Claire. Mum tracked her down and they had a reunion while they sent us outside. It didn’t go well, I think they argued.
She went quiet at home. Wouldn’t talk about it. So I knew I was going down in the cellar again.
When she let me out later she was drunk, crying about how Claire rejected her. Claire didn’t want to know the mother who abandoned her apparently.
Claire was lucky. Just like you. Because neither of you had her as a mother, did you? She birthed you, gave you red hair and blue eyes and freckles and all the nice things. I was the one who lived with her misery.
Don’t give me any of that crap about what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. No it doesn’t. It wears you down. It makes you nothing. It makes you invisible.
Until I met my man – my Magnus – and I learned how to channel all that hatred in my heart.
Resentment is poison and I swallow it like fine wine, enjoying the sensation of the dark liquor swirling through my blood.
The blood that we share, dear sister.