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ANGER. A VERY dangerous emotion that came with the feeling of being immensely displeased, built hostile aggressions and usually came with the urge to harm, to inflict pain and to watch something being consumed in destruction.

It was coursing through Tamora’s veins as she looked at her sister. Her sister that’d betrayed her. Her sister that’d sought to bring her down along with the image that she had kept for herself. Her sister that was supposed to be her ally, her human diary as she was hers, keeping all of her secrets and covering for her to keep her ass safe in the good side.

Tamora was enraged by Tyler’s betrayal.

Tyler showed her her true colours. She was just like everyone else after all. Played on her good side to get favours and shit done for her when she asked but the moment she couldn’t come out of the trouble she’d caused for herself once more, she attempted to drag Tamora down with her.

And Tamora was not having it. She turned the story against her, made it look like she had her do it, carved the story so perfectly that their dad before them believed it, because it looked like something she would do.

“I’m very disappointed in you, Tyler. And to think you would even want to drag your younger sister down with you into your dirt, it’s beyond disappointing.” Their dad shook his head. “This I cannot forgive and I cannot disown you either but just know that I can no longer fend for you. You take care of yourself and finally become the ‘big bad bitch’ you think yourself to be.”

“Daddy please don’t do this.” Tyler pleaded.

Their dad was not having it either, “I’m tired, Tyler. I am sick and tired of dealing with your endless bullshit. All you’ve brought me is disappointments and dirt on my name. Now my own siblings think I can’t my own kids because of your disobedience and lack of respect. I can’t okay? I’m done!”

Their dad stood up and left the living room. And Tamora was left to face her devil of a sister. She looked at her with icy contempt. The hatred, it burned in her eyes but Tamora sat there on the couch opposite her, unfazed and thinking about the future ahead, what was to come for the next step.

“This is your entire fault,” Tyler spat quietly. “You just had to go on and be the perfect daughter, didn’t you?”

“I’m not the one who sent you to be a wild child. You should’ve taken my advice a long time ago but you?” Tamora sneered, “You decided it was useless. You wanted to party. You wanted to fuck. You wanted to follow those friends of yours and waste your life away and now you want to blame me?”

Tyler pursed her lips like she’d been chewing on a lemon rind.

“Tyler, I covered for you. I protected you in whatever way I could but instead of doing the same, you just thought it was better to bring me down with you. You betrayed me sister. And I did what I had to, to keep my side clean.”

Tamora’s story wasn’t that big of a deal but she preferred to maintain her image. She wanted to be rebellious for once, found no use in it and decided to stop. It could’ve made their dad angry at her, but not for long because she was his favourite child. Besides, even if she’d taken blame for her own case, Tyler’s was way bigger and was still bound to end up like this.

“I hate you. And I hope you die.” Tyler said flatly, standing up and she left the room.

Tamora had this feeling that she was now considered an enemy and she had to watch out for her own sister.

In your own story, you portray yourself as the victim but in other people’s version, you’re the wolf in sheep’s clothing. You’re that one thing they once took harmless until you show your dark side. Sometimes, you’ll no longer be seen as the helper you once were, but you’ll be a villain that’d been waiting for the perfect moment to take a strike.

That is how Tyler portrayed Tamora in her story.