The Alpha Slipped Inside The Wrong Sister novel Chapter 12

12

Evie’s pov

The second I left Kimberly’s room I finally could breathe. I let out a sigh and tiredly head for my room. Kimberly mentioned the entire staff was let off early and our parents were heading away for the night to give her and Ryan some privacy.

Of course they left me here with her. Because Kimberly needed a servant and who better than her useless sister Evie?

The thought burns me with pity for myself.

Without the maids lingering, without the echo of footsteps or clinking dishes or muffled chatter, the house feels somewhat…..dead. I didn’t like it because now I felt even more alone. Alone with my thoughts.

I rub my fingers down my arm while I walk as exhaustion tugs at my body until every step feels like I was walking through thick mud. I let out a tired sigh once more, my eyes tearing up with tiredness.

All I want right now is a shower…..a hot one, one long enough to perhaps burn away Kimberly’s shrill voice still ringing in my ears and the pain pushing in my chest where my heart is.

“Useless sister,” I mutter under my breath faintly and couldn’t help but let out a soft humorless laugh.” Suits me,” I whisper, pitying myself.

Somehow even though I try so hard for her words to not get to me….they do. Kimberly knew how to cut my heart open and then burn it in front of me without even trying hard. She knew how to rip me deep. So deep that I never fully heal. Inward wounds never heal fully and I knew that.

My room greets me with darkness the second I open the door. Flicking the light on, I glance around out of habit. Everything was exactly how I left it…….still painfully plain compared to Kimberly’s princess sparkling now clean room. My room was the exact opposite of hers. Empty. Silent.

Like my soul.

With a soft exhale that has the sadness tremble out of me, I head for my drawer. I grabbed my soft pink cotton dress and panties and head for the bathroom.

The second I was in, I push the bathroom door shut with my heel and let the clothes slip from my fingers onto the counter. As soon as the lock clicks the tears I tried to keep at bay finally rolls free. With a wretched sob, I look up at my reflection in the mirror and flinched at the sight of myself.

My eyes are swollen and red, my cheeks blotchy, my lips trembling as I try to suppress the loud sob that wanted to shake through me. My damp hair from earlier had frizzed around my face and made me look even more pathetic and for a moment, I don’t even recognize the girl staring back.

She looks broken,

Small.

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After years of trying my hardest to never look so even through what I’ve endured, I finally……cracked.

The sob I was holding shudders out of me before I can stop it and I quickly slap a hand over my mouth, choking on the painful sound. My knees weaken beneath me and I grip the counter to keep from

collapsing entirely, my nails scraping at the sides.

They’ve finally done it. They finally broke me.

As a tear slips from my eye, I rip my gaze away from the sight of me and walk to the shower. I turn the water on hot, scalding hot and let steam swallow the tiny bathroom until I can’t see anything anymore. Until I can’t see how broken I am anymore.

When I finally step under the water, it burns my skin. But the burn feels good. It feels like something I can control, something Kimberly can’t turn into a weapon and use against me.

The water slides down my face and mixes with my salty tears until I can’t tell the difference anymore. I press my forehead against the cool tile and let myself cry softly, silently, the way I’ve learned to for years. The way that doesn’t alert anyone. The way that doesn’t earn punishments.

The way that keeps me alive.

It feels like I was under the hot spray for hours before I finally reach for my shower gel and scrub. Harshly, I scrub at my skin until my flesh is almost pink. I rinse off and stay under the water until my skin remains pink and my hair clings to my back.

When I finally slip out of the shower, I am dripping, lashes wet but….my heart still aches. Aches even more now because I know he should already be here. In her room. With her. Claiming her how he was supposed to do me.

I dry off quickly, trying to shut my mind off but it’s impossible. Slipping the soft pink dress over my head and putting on my panties, I unlocked the bathroom door and stepped out into the cool hallway.

I pad back to my bedroom quickly as I try to avoid hearing anything from Kimberly’s room. She did warn me that she’d try her best to be loud:

My heart hurts just thinking about Ryan with her. Clutching at my chest I nearly run to my door and wrench it open but freeze when I notice that my room is now dark. I remember leaving it on…..

With a fast beating heart, I fumble for the switch and flick it. The light clicks and my heart does a startled jump when I see who sits on my bed. His broad shoulders are hunched, elbows resting on his knees, head bowed like he’s fighting a war in his head as his fingers tangle in his hair.

I gasp softly, stunned to see Ryan on my bed instead of Kimberly’s.

He lifts his head the second he hears me gasp softly and his eyes lock onto mine. And Goddess, they’re glowing again. That hazy dangerous red swirling beneath his natural eye color. The crimson was not fully consuming but enough to make every part of me freeze.

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