Dispute between Siblings

She walked toward John with hurried steps and then stopped just a couple of inches away from him. Her eyes were burning with fury and sadness. She looked at him for a couple of minutes and then slapped him across the face.

The sudden incident left John surprised, but he kind of expected it a little. With building anger in his heart, he got back to his senses and repositioned himself so he could scream at her, but something stopped him in the middle of his track.

Tears were flowing down her face as she tried to wipe them away with her smooth, delicate hands. When he saw what was happening in front of him, he felt the familiar urge to hug her and console her while apologizing to her and telling her that it was alright.

But after some time, it stopped and, in its place, anger started to build up bit by bit until he became furiously mad. Instead of consoling words, she started to blame her.

"You and your bitch crying again. I was a fool in the past to believe your crocodile tears. Tell me have you ever cried for real sometimes?" John kept going on as he unloaded everything, he wanted to say to her for years.

"All my life you tried to control me, take my life away from me and put me in a cage you made." He kept going as he unloaded everything and then sighed.

"I am done, I am done living my life in the way you or anyone else want. From today on I will live my life the way I want, and you can either accept it or not. If you can accept it, then you will have a place with me no matter what, but if you can't accept it and try to control me with your lies and everything else, all I have to say is one thing. GO FUCK YOURSELF."

After saying that, he walked past his sister and left the room. Confusion, surprise and bewilderment were written on both mother's and Kaela's faces. Even though the words were directed at Kaela mother seems more surprised.

John walked through the empty hallway after passing his room with guilt, sadness, happiness and a sense of accomplishment permeating his heart.

He felt sad because he had hurt her dearest sister and blamed her in vile words. His heart was aching from the guilt of hurting her feelings and not consoling her after she cried. He felt happiness for finally being free from her sister's tight grip that binds him like a bird in a cage in the past. The sense of accomplishment stems from finally succeeding in saying the things he really wanted to say to his sister instead of the soft, delicate lies he showered her with every day to please her.

When he was done reminiscing about the past, He looked below the city again turned around and started walking toward his room. After coming in front of the door of his room, he entered it.

The flat was the same as he left it. Luxurious, big and didn't feel like home at all.

He went inside the room with a sigh of relief and lay on the bed. The white radiance emanated from the light bulb on the room blinded him a little. He covered his eyes with his arm and tried to close his eyes to sleep but a knock on the door startled him.

He got up from the bed and went toward the door and touched the door handle to open it. A cool sensation was spreading through his arm as he became frozen; he was expecting the person behind the door to be his mother. My mom didn't like a lot of things in particular, but one of the things she absolutely hated was him and his sister fighting with each other.

Since their father died, she was left alone in this world, and the only ones she had for family in this world were them. At that time, the three of them were very close, almost never leaving each other. The sadness of father's death from her was wiped away by the two of them being together and being with her.

'After getting out of her depression, she absolutely hated us fighting; even the smallest dispute was dealt with words or punishments.'

But now he screamed at my sister a couple of minutes ago, right in front of her, with harsh words. She wouldn't let it go without doing anything.

John slowly opened the door. From the opened view, he could see a hip covered by a tight skirt that was built from a high-quality material. John frowned as he opened the door, revealing an expensive red blouse and tight miniskirt.

These weren't the clothes his mother was wearing; with an indifferent expression, John opened the door in one full swing, letting the afternoon sunshine hit him in the face. Bathed in the dim sunlight a beautiful woman was standing in front of him just outside his room. It was not his mother it was the familiar secretary who was there to meet him.

"Good afternoon, Mr. John" She greeted him.

"…. Good afternoon"

"You weren't present in today's session, Mr John,", she said with her usual poker face.

"So...what?"

"You have a duty fulfill Mr. John, You have to come every day to the session and reproduce with the girl of your liking, that is a must."

Anger started boiling up inside John's heart as he listened to the girl barking orders at him while saying it was just his duty. He has just got himself out of a similar relationship that made him a prisoner of his own life, and now someone else (The company) wants to make him their prisoner with an entirely different but similar method.

He wasn't going to stand it, his newly acquired pride wouldn't, even though it was a bad idea to anger the hand that feeds you (the company).

The secretary was looking at him with an indifferent expression; a hint of boredom had appeared on her face. After staring at her for a couple of seconds, with contempt in his heart, John spoke.

"No" A surprised expression appeared on her face as she listened to me.

"What do you mean by no?" He looked at her, his hate-making decisions for me.

"What I mean by no is I won't listen to your bullshit orders… I will fuck anyone anywhere anytime I want, not when you or your boss or the fucking company wants me to."

As saying that, John expected to see a confused, angry expression on her face, but instead, an intrigued and surprised expression appeared on her face. Her bored expression vanished from her face as she asked him curiously.

"You live under the care of the company; how can you say something like that? Even though you are a valuable individual, there is no guarantee that you won't face consequences."

"I don't care I will never be ordered around like a prisoner anymore." The surprise still lingered on her face as she asked the question.

"I am speechless, but it is not my role to mediate between you and this company's fight. I am only here to inform you about the session and to remind you about tomorrow's session."

"I will come to tomorrow's session on my own accord, not because you told me to." After saying that John closed the door on her face while suppressing his anger to not scream outright at her.

He walked toward the bed with hurried steps and lay on it with anger in his heart. A couple of minutes passed. John John thought she was, gone, but a knock was heard again.

"Get out, I have nothing to talk."

A couple of knocks were heard again,, disrupting his already calming heart. As the force and the count of the knocks tapping on the door increased, John got out of bed, lunged toward the door, and opened it with anger. He was going to scream at the secretary with all the curse words one could find in the English language but he stopped midway.

"…Mom?"