Chapter 14

The stay at Uncle Gerald and Aunt Shannon's hour was stressful and yet annoying, yet okay. I had already plotted my revenge plan on Nat and it started with dying her hair. I know this might be considered as a common one but trust me, not only her hair was going to be dyed but also her. I inwardly didn't evil laugh and waited patiently while feeding Les.

"ba ba ba" he said and clapped his little hands together in joy. I smiled

I had managed to take my mind off of Gill and Sophie for this weekend and my mom had gone back home after dropping us off that night.

I took him in my arms and began patting his back to burp him.

Les is the cutest little being alive, I mean from his huge blue eyes, to his chubby but slender flesh coated arms to his soft skin and his beautiful and shinny dark blonde hair. This boy is an angel. His light skin colour complimenting his beautiful eyes. Anytime Yvonne comes with us she doesn't give him any breathing space, carrying him around to get the attention of all the hot guys around town, the friend I have.

Even Jimmy does same but not that he wants attention though, just so proud to have the cute little dumpling as his brother. Nat, however seems to be jealous of the cute boy, because he tends to get everyone's attention without even having to try or move a muscle.

"C'mon, let's go for a walk, shall we?" I said to him as if he could hear me. Uncle Gerald had gone to his garage, Aunt Shannon to the small hospital were she worked and Paula to the pub were she worked. So it was only Maoris, Jimmy, Nat, Les, and I.

Before we left I heard a scream that pretty much sounded like Nat. "Martha!" she yelled while running down the stairs with a towel around her small body which was now covered in a mix of the yellow, purple and black skin dye I had made. I had also put some green and grey dye in her shampoo also. She looked really pretty, like an ugly and deformed rainbow. I couldn't hold in my laugh any longer and soon I was having tears at the corners of my eyes, Les was his heart out while saying 'raybow'.

"You did this?!" she said not really asking. I didn't answer her, rather I shoved her out of the way and started walking to the garden with Les. "That'll teach her some manners" I said "don't you think Les?" i asked and chuckled at the success of my brilliant plan. I wasn't even started with her yet.

The air and perfect silence was disturbed when Maoris came and started rambling about what I did. Nat was always the one to make Maoris and I fight because of her flimsy excuses of being hurt or insulted.

"Maoris, I am not in the mood to put up with this trash, so I suggest we all just look past this" I told her and stood up from the bench I was sitting on.

"Look past this?! She's a kid Marty" she said throwing her hands up in the air. "Just look at yourself, fighting with an eight year old" she added.

"This is none of your business, if you've got time, go look for a job and stop defending that shameless brat. That girl has no respect whatsoever, for her elders, not even her parents. I suggest you stop giving her the petting that she wants and start correcting her like a level headed person, Maoris!."

"Oh, so I'm not level headed, and you think that you are. You're really sick Marty, I don't even know why you were put out of that scheme, you need help. Fighting is never the answer Marty, you know what, when mom comes to get us-"

"What's going to happen huh? You're going to tell her. You're so unbelievable, you're supposed to be happy for me that I was put out of the scheme, that I'm alright. What are you going to tell mom huh, to put me in a psychiatric home? I never expected this from you, I could have taken that from anyone else but you, thanks for making it stick Maor, thanks for even trying to help me, I hope your happy with your achievement. You were never like them....what happened to you? Your just like them, you're just like everyone else, Maor" I said and stomped past her, trying my best to cage the tears that were threatening to pour out.

Why would she say something like that?

You're really sick Marty

Am I really sick? Maybe she right, maybe I am sick, maybe I do need help. She's always been the goody two shoes, the one that never go into any fights and shit like that. Am I that bad? Yes I may have gotten into fights but I'm...I'm...I don't even know who or what I am anymore. Is this what it feels like to not be understood, I thought she'd understand maybe because we're twins or something like that but I was wrong. All I feel now is emptiness and darkness inside of me, no one ever understood me, right from the beginning.

I was just trying to be protective, but they always took it the wrong way and made it seem like I love fighting, this is why I talk to Gill about most of my problems, he might not be a girl but he's patient, understanding, and he cares about me. That's all I want, that's all I need.

You're really sick Marty

You're really sick Marty

I got into the house, dropped Leslie and headed straight for the shower. I let the cool water run down my hair and down my whole body.

This feels like torture, is this what mom thinks of me. No, she would never. What if..no,I needed to stop thinking. I sat down in the tub and just tried to clear my head.

I needed to stop wallowing in self pity and be strong. Yes that's what I'm going to do.

I got up, and got dressed and then went to bed. I'll prove to them that I'm perfectly fine.