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His words echoed in the room, even though he said them quietly. His eyes stayed on mine for a moment, trying to figure out if I had understood him. I had, but I wished he hadn’t outed those words.
He pushed himself off the tub and turned away. Then he left the bathroom and left me all alone. Again.
I closed my eyes, anger rising inside of me.
If I drown right now, nobody will care.
Do it.
No.
It’s not me who has to go to get what I want.
Chapter 3
CAIA
“Caia.”
“Caia, it’s your turn.”
“Darling, your sister is talking to you.”
“She’s listening. She’s just choosing to be a pain in the ass.”
Wavel touched my hand, and I lifted my gaze from the chess board to her face. My face. God, why did we have to be twins?
Even with the same facial features, she was more beautiful. Mom once said that it’s because Wavel was beautiful on the inside too, and I wasn’t. That her beauty started from within, and that if I would’ve had more luck, I could’ve turned out just like her. Beautiful. Strong. Kind.
Wavel was sitting next to me when Mom said those things, and I decided that she only said that to make Wavel feel better. We were kids back then, and Wavel was still sick.
I always wondered if Mom would’ve made Wavel feel that good about herself if she hadn’t been sick. But even now that she wasn’t sick, Mom still preferred to compliment Wavel on everything, while I took all the blame for everything.
“Caia, it’s your turn,” Wavel nudged in her usual sweet voice.
I was going to check the king, making Wavel lose the game, and then I would be the asshole for winning instead of letting sweet, sweet Wavel win.
“I give up.”
“Why?”
“Because she’s too stupid to play chess,” Sly muttered. He was sitting on the leather couch with a book on his lap and a cup of coffee in his hand. Dad sat in his chair, and Mom was standing in the kitchen with an apron on.
The chess table was right between the kitchen and living room, and if the sun would’ve been shining, it would’ve been illuminated through the skylight from above. But it was another rainy day. Depressing.
“Your sister is not stupid,” Dad argued, and while that was a nice thing for him to say, I knew it would turn into a backhanded compliment in just a second. “She simply has to focus and use that intelligent little brain of hers.”
“I just don’t want to play anymore,” I told them with a sigh, leaning back in my chair.
“You could check my king,” Wavel said, smiling gently.
“I know I could.”
“Then why don’t you?”
Because I’ll end up hurting everyone’s feelings for not letting you win.
But I didn’t say that out loud. I simply shrugged and got up from the table. “I simply don’t want to play anymore.”
