A Quarrel

Storm started counting from one to hundred, trying to curb her anger and withhold the urge to throw her alarm clock on the ugly face of Miranda.

Miranda was ranting on how Storm was a slut and had no shame; allowing a man jump into her room through her window, although Storm knew Miranda would give up her right toe to be in the same shoes that she was.

Miranda kept on talking after five minutes, and when Storm couldn't take it again, she decided to zone out.

Storm could hear her stepsister talking but she couldn't actually hear what or the specifics of whatever the latter was saying.

She rather thought of the kiss she had shared with Kaden rather; his succulent lips were something to die for. She couldn't wait to see him in the evening. She wondered where he had in mind to take her too.

For a better shaping of her mind.

He had said.

Well, wherever it was that he was taking her to, she hoped that they had somewhere private enough to smooch and let out some steam. She was literally dying to see him again.

Wasn't that absurd? She asked herself mentally. She had just met the dude yesterday and already She was about to go gaga over him. She hadn't even been this cray when Curtis had asked her out.

Was this true love or what? Well, time will tell. She thought, jerking back a bit when she heard a loud slam on her reading table.

Storm turned aside to see Miranda with one shoe of hers. Miranda must have hit it on the table to get her attention.

Was her stepsister that desperate for it? Storm mused, deciding to yawn, deliberating , annoying Miranda the most.

"You slut! And here I was thinking that you will be calm, at least more sober because your father just died. Haaaa! you are worse than a disgrace, an infidel. You couldn't even mourn your father properly and already you are letting a man's hands into your pants. I don't doubt that your father would be rolling in his grave right now!" Miranda shouted, and Storm inhaled deeply, feeling hot all of a sudden.

She wanted to strangle Miranda. For the first time in her life she wanted to really kill her stepsister,. It was not the slap-her-I-wanna-kill-her kind or the pissed-off-I'm-gonna-kill-this-girl kind. No! It was rather a snap-her-neck kind of killing. But if Storm knew Ethan if she did that, she would end up in prison.

Then, who lost? Probably the both of them. But she would miss out on a lot of things since she would be alive and caged at the same time. She wouldn't be able to touch or enjoy things she wanted-like Kaden's lips.

So, Storm talked herself out of killing her step sister or going over to confront her like the latter thought that she would.

The surprise on Miranda's face when she noticed that Storm still sat there without coming closer to her, pleased Storm a bit, just a little bit.

But Storm was still mad.

She wanted to hurt Miranda, not physically, but emotionally. And as she thought of that. A good idea came to her mind.

"Did you even like your father?" She heard Miranda ask, but gave a slack smile while tactically turning on her phone which was just close to her.

Pretending to yawn and look down to recover herself a bit, Storm tapped on Curtis' name on her contact list and hit the dial button. Her stepsister, the bitch was going to get what she really deserved.

"So…Miranda, you are making all this noise because of our new neighbor…you must like him a lot since you decided to ambush me without respecting that I am in a mournful period. What about Curtis? Don't you like him again? Are you getting tired of him?" Storm asked coyly, when she saw that the idiot had picked up just within three seconds.

He must have been thinking that she was calling to apologize or say that she missed him. Crocodiles would fly before then!

"Curtis is nothing compared to our new neighbor…." Miranda started but Storm cut her off immediately.

"New neighbor?? You don't even know his name??? You really have the nerve to come into my room, the room of someone mourning the loss of her father's death this morning, and begin to rave and cuss me about a man you don't even know his name. Are you that depraved? Is Curtis not doing his job well? Is the sex not enough?" Storm asked, dramatically folding her arms across her chest, relaxing her back against the bed's head wall.

There was a pinch of silence and for a moment she thought that Miranda had caught on to what she was doing or trying to do. But then Miranda cackled in laughter, and stepped closer to her, the shoe still in her hand.

"Curtis doesn't hold a flame to that guy next door. I don't know his name, so what…I will the next time I see him. Till then, just stay the hell out of my way, and stop seducing him." Miranda shouted so much that Storm had to close her ears.

Wasn't her stepmother hearing the commotion going on here? Or was the old hag aware of the entirety of the debate and choosing not to intervene? Well, the latter wouldn't surprise her. Like a mother, like a daughter.

Storm knew that her stepmother had been cheating on her father before he had died. She didn't know the identity of the man but Lucy had once filled her in on how she had seen Jess and a man down in the hotel. The man had checked into the room before she had been able to catch his face.

Storm had wanted to tell her father, but remembering his action when she had told him about Manuel had stopped her. If he hadn't believed her when she had told him that his step son had been abusing her, why and how would he believe her when she told him that his dearest beloved wife was cheating on him? He might have disowned her that time around for sure.

Well, he was dead. It was for the best that he didn't know. At least he died thinking that he was survived by a faithful wife and three kids.

When was the burial even coming up? She had forgotten to ask Jess about that?

Her attention redrawn to Miranda who had just hit the table again with her shoe.