A Blessing In Disguise

Sasha*

Do you believe in fate? That everything that happened to a person was exactly what was meant for them? If then, do you believe in changing of fate? Because if fate was something that was meant to happen, then shouldn't the supposedly changed fate be the actual fate since it was exactly what was in stored for the person?

I believed in life. I believed it could take a sudden drastic turn when you least expected it. Life could change. Life could stop. Life went on. Life. Life sucked ...sometimes. One moment you were happy, content. You felt life couldn't get any better. Then suddenly, in the blink of an eye, everything is snatched away from you. Leaving you devastated, confused, helpless.

Everybody had one way or the other had that awkward moment in their lives before. It might have been that moment your brother barged into your room to see you in the process of putting on an underwear. Or it could have been that one where you entered a cafe to buy coffee only to realize later on as you're handed the coffee that you had left your purse at home.

You familiar with the awkwardness? The shuffling of feet uncomfortably as you're momentarily confused on what to do or say as your face burned crimson red out of embarrassment? Yeah I've been there before. I've lived through it actually. Both of them.

Well luckily enough for me I'd landed myself in a similar situation would you believe it? Actually, more like a bigger version. And it wasn't only the awkwardness that was killing me this time around. Amidst it was anger, tension so thick it could be cut right through with a knife and disappointment.

I was stuck in the back seat of my father's car. With my hands-bloody hands- clasped into each other and buried between my thighs, I looked down shamefully as I bounced my legs up and down anticipating an impending doom.

My father sat in the driver's seat clutching the steering wheel so tight his knuckles almost turned white. With a hard look on his face, he drummed relentlessly on the wheel as he drove us home.

Beside him in the front seat sat my mom radiating off anger and disappointment as she occasionally sighed, running her fingers through her hair. I thought the sound irritated Dad as much as it did me but he didn't utter a word about it.

Wondering how I got myself stuck in this situation in the first place? Sasha Isla Parker was my name and except my parents, all my life I'd been close to only three people.

The first person being my very own twin brother Aiden Ivan Parker. The second person would be his best friend Ryan James Coleman whom I've had a tiny tweeny ninny- okay maybe huge- crush on since I could remember.

I mean what was there not to like? He had the looks as well as the brains. He was sweet, kind and gentle. But above all, he was there for me when my first and only boyfriend suddenly decided I wasn't worth it and just up and left.

That scumbag made me blame my brother for driving him away not knowing he was escaping his crimes all along. Such a coward. Now that I thought of it, what did I even see in him? I mean all the alarming signs were glaring right at me but I didn't see. Didn't see because I was 'in love'.

Anyway, after a couple of ice cream, loads of KitKat and a movie marathon of Pretty Little Liars later, I ended up cuddling with Ryan on the couch. I felt loved and cherished and voila...there comes my feelings for him.

But even as dense as I could possibly be, I was wise enough to know that it would never happen. I could go on and on about all the reasons why I thought so. Not only was it because he was my brother's best friend and dating me would be going against their bro code but also I knew he would never like me that way.

He only saw me as a sisterly figure as annoying as that sounded. So for now I was content with admiring him from a distance, at least until these feelings-or more like infatuation- disappeared.

The third person on my list would be my best friend-no scratch that- ex best friend Kate Nancy Drew. I swear that girl was the devil's reincarnate. And she happened to be the reason behind all my misfortunes(except my not so wanted feelings for Ryan though). Including the one I was in at present.

You see Kate and I had been friends since the third grade. We were your cliche best friends who had sleepovers every Saturday night, played with Barbie dolls and braided each other's hair while gossiping about boys.

What I didn't know was she had the devil's soul hiding somewhere within her. In our freshman year of high school, I started catching glimpses of Satan's nature in her but brushed it off thinking it was just a phase that would pass soon.

Then her little brother lost his life to lung cancer and she felt it was the right time to unleash the monster in her. I thought she was grieving. The harsh words, the distancing and finally avoiding, I thought it was all part of her grieving.

I was there for her. I would still go to her, persist when she pushed me away. I wanted to help my best friend. But after her verbal abuse towards me turned physical, I knew I had to cut ties with her.

And even then I still tried saving our friendship.

But however noble I could be, one could only be pushed to their limits. I had endured all her abuses, be it tripping me over, slapping my face or my personal favorite pulling my hair, I was fed up and angry and tired.

I was hanging on a lose thread. There was only too much I could contain. I realized as time went on that I was her only victim.

I couldn't blame it anymore on the flimsy excuse that she was still mourning or that it was just a phase. What I knew was that she felt some enormous amount of anger and hatred for me. Anger and hatred that ran deep.

Perhaps I had wronged her. Not that I knew of it but it was the only conclusion I could draw.

Now the million dollar question was; whatever had I done to her?

I didn't deserve it, what she was doing to me I mean. No one deserved to be pushed around without any apparent reason.

After getting into numerous arguments with my brother over the issue, I made a promise to him and myself to stop her anytime she tried picking on me.

The next couple of months consisted of avoiding her as much as I could, retaliating her insults with witty comebacks and most importantly blocking her hand whenever she tried hitting me.

I was honestly getting frustrated. It was exhausting having to put up with her. And like I said earlier, you could only push people to their limits.

The thin thread I was hanging on snapped lose today.

She was mocking me. Taunting me on the fact I could never have Ryan. Going into details about how I was so ugly he couldn't help but be repulsed by me.

And you know what? I would be lying if I said her words weren't getting to me. But just like always, I restrained myself from pummeling into her fat ass face.

She however wasn't done with me. She knew exactly what to say to rile me up, she was my best friend for years of course she would know that.

You wanted to make Sasha Parker livid? Insult her twin.

A single word...just one bad word about Aiden and all my practiced restraints were gone. In a flash, she was on the floor and I was on top of her, pounding relentlessly into her face.

As soon as I started, I couldn't stop. All the past year's abuse flitted across my lids and I was gingered to pound even more on her skull.

It was intense. She managed to block a few of my punches and got some scratches on my face; of course the doing of her six inch nails.

I ended up with a bruised knuckles and a dislocated middle finger from how hard I hit her.

Suffice to say, I won fair and square. After I was done with her, her face wasn't recognizable. She was taken to the hospital immediately.

Our parents were called and we were suspended from school for a week. According to the principal I was supposed to be expelled however, some students had testified that the abuse had been going on for a while now.

Still that wasn't good enough a reason to and I quote 'land the poor girl in the hospital' by my parents.

I rolled my eyes at that. Kate was anything but poor. Evil?...yeah. Cruel?...fuck yeah. Poor?....now that was a big fat no no.

So they dragged me into the car and boom... here I was with all the awkwardness and anger and disappointment.

"Get inside Sasha. Your father and I will deal with you later." Mom snapped immediately we pulled up in our gravel driveway.

Our house was huge. Not as huge as a mansion but it came close. My family was....comfortable. My Dad was a lawyer and my mom, a surgeon.

Okay so maybe we were a bit more comfortable but I've never liked to use the term affluent or anything else that came with it.

The riches were for my parents not me. I'll be rich too...one day hopefully. Then I could hire Kate as my house maid. Hmm... that didn't sound so bad.

You can't even pass calculus yet you're thinking of becoming rich.