Loving the Enemy

3-Kyle

Dear no one,

I'm awake but my body is asleep, I physically can't move but that's all my mind does. I'm stuck between two different states of minds and I can't escape one or the other so I'm just trapped in between them both. I don't like it, yet I've mentally have become okay with it.
- Kyle Everett-

SOMETIMES I get these lucid dreams that feel so real I no longer know if I'm in one or not. Last night it was about her, I hate that even in my dreams she has a hold over me that I can't shake.

I had awoken in a hot flash, my mind scattered in pieces that I will never be able to find, and I need to focus, to get my head in the game. SCL its the one thing left on my list that for sure should send me all the way to almost any college I want. I won't have to worry about grants and student loans, putting my family in more of a debt than we already are in, something most kids at our prestigious school would never have to stress about, but that's life.

I know I'm blessed to have the opportunities I have as it is, and I plan on using them all to my advantage, and not even her will get in the way of that. Especially not her.

On my way out of my bedroom, I bump into my twin, Madeline. She instantly avoids eye contact with me and hurries downstairs. Wtf?

I look over the railing to see her racing out the front door, raising my suspensions. I run down the stairs and peep out the window blinds and feel my eyebrows raise as I see her going to the she devil's house. I mean sure, their best friends are whatever but its a Saturday morning. Isn't it a bit too early for her to be fraternizing with the enemy? I truthfully fear for my twins soul. If only she knew all the damage her "bestie" has done. And as much as I would want to tell her I could never imagine crushing her in the way I was crushed when I found out.

Stepping away from the window I get my head back in the game. I have to come up with a prank good enough to make Oliva never again try to go against me. I don't understand how's she got bold enough to even try to run against me, you would think years of torcher would teach her something.

The glitter bomb would be perfect, childish but easy. I could set it off in her locker and it would combust in her face when she opened it on Monday morning and leave a warning note. She'd have glitter on her for weeks, reminding her what happens when you play against me.

I share a devilish smile to my future self at seeing her shocked glittered face. "Kyle are you okay?" I look up startled to see my stepmother.

I've in the past wanted to hate her, I mean she came in not too soon after my mother, she's not too much older than I am and took over for majority of my life. But she's helped a lot with Ben so...
"I'm fine as I'll ever be April," I say honestly.

I wanted to ask her how she was but I can tell by the bruises on her arm and neck, that she tries her best to cover, what her fake response won't tell, the truth.
We're all just a bunch of liars with a pretty cover on the front of us, but damn ain't it such a nice and convenient ass cover?

"I made breakfast," her smiles so real, despite everything, I truly think she's contempt with this life. It's almost tragic really.

"Is Ben still here?" My voice is cold and clipped, I watch as her smile falters down for a second before it goes back in place.

She blinks hard before swallowing. "No, your dad left early this morning," her words are rushed and she avoids my eye contact so I know I wasn't the only one trapped in a nightmare last night. The thing is I always wake up out of mine, she lives with hers.

"Okay um, there's a party tonight I'm supposed to go to, are you gonna be okay...here tonight by yourself, because Madeline is probably
going to be at that horrid girls house all night?"I ask her hesitantly.

April freezes for a moment before laughing out loud, genuinely amused. Shaking her head she scolds me. "Olivia is a wonderful girl, I can't for the life of me understand why you behave so crude towards her. " I sigh as she avoids my question and I leave her there laughing to herself as I go upstairs, and into my room.

I flopped down face first on my bed.
I want to sleep but I'm afraid. The last thing I want is to dream of her again. Lately that's all I do, and I thought if I stayed away from her, it would go away.
I thought the feeling that I'm in some unsaid way am bound to her would vanish but it still haunts me.
The hatred I feel for her is real but, so is the infatuation, because it's hard to hate someone that's so fucking beautiful and clueless, but if only she knew what she's done. She would probably hate herself to.

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