Girl Time
“I suppose it’s time that we discuss what happened to all of us,” my father said as he limped over to the recliner. He looked horrible. His face was gaunt, and he looked like a ghoul. Cancer was such a horrible disease that the treatment to let him live long enough to see me made him look horrible. His once elegant mustache and hair were gone.
Behind my father’s recliner was my mother, who looked down with sadness and stress. On the three-seater couch with me were Amanda on my left and Arthur on my right. Amanda wore a biker jacket with torn-off sleeves and a skull necklace. Arthur wore jeans and a hoodie. It was surprising how well Arthur accepted my appearance, though I suspected he was more open-minded about it.
Dad looked at us and explained, “As you all know, I have cancer. More specifically, Stage 4 pancreatic cancer. I only have a year of life left in me. And with that year, I want to get closer to Scarlett. She has been missing for most of her life and now she’s back.”
“Are you sure she’s Scarlett and not a strange alien pretending to be her?” Amanda asked as she poked me. “As far as I know, humans normally don’t become foxes.”
Mom glared at her and shouted, “Amanda, cut it out! Scarlett’s DNA matches.”
Dad sighed before looking at the ceiling. “There’s also the matter of the family business. When I die, one of you will inherit it. I could split up the company between the three of you—”
“I refuse to take a part in your cruel empire of suffering!” Arthur shouted as he glared at our father. “You steal from—”
“Shut up, Arthur!” Mom shouted as she walked over to us. Despite her short stature, she could be intimidating. All of us stopped our behavior and listened.
Dad looked at us and continued, “As I was saying, I decided to cut Arthur out of the inheritance since he doesn’t want any of it. Now that only leaves my daughters. For the sake of fairness, I’ll give my company and property to Scarlett and the cash to Amanda. I could give Arthur some money.”
Arthur frowned and asked, “Can I just get the artwork instead of the money? At least the artwork deserves to exist.”
I smirked and asked him, “Did college awaken the political radical in you? The Arthur I knew was only worried about was that Cartoon Channel was about to cancel the next season of Super Justice.”
He looked down at me. Despite me being five feet nine inches tall, he was six feet tall, matching our father’s height. “College is a place of enlightenment that teaches you the truth hidden behind the lies of American propaganda. We were brainwashed as children by the system to not question it!”
“You should go back to your social media echo chambers. They like someone who thinks they’re smarter than they actually are who believes that everything points to their grand conspiracy theories that they disguise as ideology,” Amanda mocked as she smirked.
“How can you not see the signs? We’re living in late-stage—”
“Do I look like I care?” Amanda retorted, interrupting Arthur. “Not everyone likes talking for hours about politics that they find annoying. Please Arthur, let’s drop the politics and listen to Dad.”
Dad frowned. “It’s settled then. Arthur will get the art and no money. Now then, anymore objections.”
Amanda’s hand shot up. “Dad, don’t I deserve a portion of the business? I want to be able to live off it while being able to do what I want.”
Dad crossed his arms. “Amanda, you want an income source without work. Such an income stream is unsustainable. Several wealthy families have lost their wealth due to heirs being lazy bums who would rather have fun than work. For example, the Vanderbilts were once one of the richest families in America. Now they’re not. How did this happen? They splurged on luxuries like mansions and gambling that they lost it all. I know you don’t care to run a business and I doubt your restraint.”
“Who says I’m going to have children? In all honesty, it doesn’t matter how much I splurge since there’ll be no successor,” Amanda replied as she started using her phone.
I looked at her and said, “For you, sure, but I intend to keep the family line going. For that, I intend to expand the family wealth to measure in the hundreds of millions. With a diversification of the portfolio, I can keep stable income and ensure that even if an industry crashes, there’ll be several to prop it up.”
“This is why I’m making Scarlett the heir of my business empire,” Dad said as he looked at me. He smiled as he added, “Though you are now covered in fur and look like you came out of a cartoon, you’re the best possible heir for my business.”
Arthur glared at me and asked, “Why are you so obsessed with money? Don’t you already have enough? I don’t get how you could’ve lived as a slave and still wish to participate in this capitalist system.”
I tapped my fingers together as I looked back at him with a neutral face. “As long as I’m not ripping people off, cheating, or otherwise messing people up, is there anything wrong with earning a bit more money? I’ll never be a billionaire, but that doesn’t matter. I just want to have some children and give them all good standards of living. By earning a considerable family fortune, I can keep their descendants in the lap of luxury.”
“Money is the root of all evil. There is nothing noble about hoarding a massive fortune. All you seek to do is shelter yourself from the masses that you disenfranchise,” Arthur said before looking away.
Mom looked at all of us and shouted, “You three, get along! You’re siblings, so act like it! I’m fine with lighthearted teasing and ribbing, not with y’all hating each other!”
Arthur sighed. “Fine. Just know that I want nothing to do with this family.”
Dad looked at me and Amanda. He coughed up some blood into a handkerchief. “Amanda, Scarlett. The two of you are sisters and I feel like it’s time for the two of you to share some bonding time. So to see it through, I’m sending y’all with your mother to go browse a store or something. I’ll try to reconnect with Arthur.”
Mom walked to the door and shouted, “Amanda, Scarlett, get over here! Let’s have some girl time!” I groaned as I got up and walked to the door. Girl time with Mom often meant spending three hours in a clothing store looking for just the right outfit.
Amanda groaned, “Seriously! I hate shopping!” She got up and walked over to us, dragging her feet.
We walked into the garage, where several items from my children were. I could see my old bike along with the old CRT TV I used to watch cartoons on. The old VCRwas there along with the tapes that contained all the classic movies I used to watch on it late at night. An old audio recorder was sitting on the shelf. I pressed the play button, hearing my childhood voice emanate from it.
“I’m a little teapot, short and stout! Here is my handle and here is my spout!” the voice of my five-year-old self sung.
“Well, the stout part is correct!” the voice of a seven-year-old Amanda teased.
“You’re stout!” my five-year-old voice retorted as the recording ended.
“Scarlett, get in the car!” Mom shouted, jolting me back to the present. I jumped into one of the backseats as Amanda claimed shotgun.
When we arrived at the clothing store, we walked to the entrance. Several people stared at me, probably confused about the vixen walking like a human being. However, I had to learn to ignore it. People would always give me looks due to my appearance, but I needed to learn to act like it’s normal.
As we entered the store, my jaw dropped as I saw the wide variety of clothes. Unlike in space, everything here was designed for a human body shape. Excluding the tail hole I’d need to add, everything here should fit me. Mom guided us to the women’s section to browse for clothing.
Fashion changed in the fifteen years I was gone. While there were still some universals, there were some new fashion trends I didn’t get. I ignored those and looked through the racks for some clothes I thought were pretty.
Mom grabbed several shirts and showed them to me. “Scarlett, these will look cute on you!” she cried with excitement as she held one out. “Look, the color even goes well with your fur!” That last sentence got a lot of customers to look at us.
“Mom! You’re embarrassing me!” I shouted as I tried to make myself seem smaller to avoid attention.
“Don’t be such a baby! If you’re going to be a foxwoman, you may as well get used to the attention!” she replied as she slapped my shoulder. “C’mon, let’s go to the changing room! I want to see how you look!”
I groaned but obeyed. As I walked into a changing stall, I could see Mom toss the shirts on the stall door before quickly returning with several pairs of pants and shorts. She smiled at me and gave me a thumbs up. “Once we decide the clothes you’ll wear often, we’ll move onto dresses.”
I locked the stall door and immediately changed into the first shirt. It was a great blouse, but I didn’t really care to wear blouses in casual situations.
As I tried on several clothes, I heard footsteps approaching. They stopped in front of the stall door. When I changed into a tank top and shorts, I heard Amanda’s voice on the other side. “You were supposed to be gone,” she said with a frustrated tone.
“I remember,” I growled back as I opened the stall door to look down at her. My ears twitched as my tail flicked, or at least attempted to since it was in an awkward position. “You locked me out of the mansion so you could smooch your boyfriend. It’s because of you that I’m a freak.”
“You always were a freak. It just took some time for it to be visible on the outside,” she growled back as she clenched her fists. “It was always about you! ‘Look at her, Amanda! See how Scarlett obeys orders and does her chores! Your sister is a prodigy! You should be more like Scarlett!’ Mom and Dad never praised me! They showered you with affection while I was left in the dust!”
“I listened because I knew they wanted the best for us,” I replied with a softer tone. “Amanda, several rules were made to keep us safe. The dating age requirement was so we would be mature enough to handle relationships. The curfew was so that we wouldn’t get lost at night. The limited allowances were so we learned proper financial management and didn’t splurge fortunes. Besides, normal children were lucky to get five dollars a week, so why did you complain?”
“Expectations! You set their bar too high! You were the golden child, and I could never match up to you! You know how embarrassing it is to be outdone by your younger sister? You should’ve goofed off with me! We’re rich! We don’t need to work hard or break our backs!”
I sighed as I looked in the mirror. “Amanda, I didn’t get good grades for the sake of money. I got good grades in school by working hard, for a grade schooler. I did it so I could feel a sense of accomplishment. Learning is a reward in and of itself.”
Amanda walked up to me and threatened, “Watch your back, Scarlett! I got rid of you before, and I can do it again!” She walked off as Mom returned with several dresses.
After a few hours, we returned home with several shopping bags filled with clothes. For context, one shopping bag was filled to the brim with swimsuits, including some bikinis. And that was the smallest category. We carried the bags to my bedroom.
Pictures covered the room, a combination of some from my childhood and then some recent ones, including the picture I took with Quentin, Harry, Gruma, and Malgorth. I looked at the picture of me and my childhood friends. It was taken back when I was nine. It felt like forever ago, and I needed to reconnect with them.
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Childhood Friends
I looked up the names of my old friends. Emily Thompson and Jane Holt were their names. As fast as I could, I created a MyBook account. When setting it up, I decided to leave the default portrait as my profile picture since I wasn’t sure how people would react to my unique appearance.
Once my account was set up, I typed in the name of Emily Thompson into the search bar. Hundreds of names popped up, so I searched through them until I found who I assumed to be her. Emily was short and still had a bit of a baby face. She was married and already had a baby. It stung to know that one of my friends already had a life while I missed out on most of it. There was some hesitation in me before I sent the message. Even without seeing my mutant appearance, there was a high chance that it’d be rejected since I was missing for fifteen years. In all likelihood, she probably thought I was dead. However, it was still better to try. I hastily typed in the message before clicking send.
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Emily, it’s been a long time. I’m Scarlett Rose Campbell, your friend who disappeared fifteen years ago. I know this sounds crazy, but I’m alive and finally back. My kidnappers are gone, but they disfigured me beyond recognition. If you’d please, meet me at the old Campbell Mansion in Atlanta this Saturday.
The message wasn’t elegant, but it got the point across. I then searched for Jane Holt, which had less results but still required some filtering. Eventually, I reached my friend and searched her profile. She was average height with long black hair. She had a boyfriend and was currently working at the Atlanta Zoo as a zookeeper. I sent her a message.
Jane, it’s been a long time. I’m Scarlett Rose Campbell, your friend who was kidnapped fifteen years ago. You would be the kind who always held on hope, so you’d be glad to know I’m alive and well, just not in the same way I was before. You wouldn’t recognize me now. If you’d please, meet me at the old Campbell Mansion in Atlanta this Saturday.
After the message was sent, I started packing my things. It was going to be a short trip there, but I wanted to make sure everything was in order. I needed to stay there for the weekend to recover from the drive. I made sure to pack some things from our childhood in the inevitability that they doubted who I was.
With my luggage packed, I put it into the trunk of my car and grabbed the keys to the old mansion. With everything in order, I drove off to the old mansion.
When I reached it, it was nighttime with a full moon overhead. After pulling the car into the garage, I parked it and grabbed my luggage. I walked into the old mansion and started turning on the lights. Despite my family now living in Liberty, gardeners and maids still kept the old mansion in prime condition. I didn’t have to worry about them since my parents provided pictures of me to them so they’d know that I wasn’t a squatter.
I took my luggage to the master bedroom, which was massive with a luxurious queen bed and a TV across from it. I walked into the adjoining bathroom and started filling the tub. With the water flowing, I took out my two bottles of shampoo. One bottle had normal shampoo, but the other was a special blend for my fur. I won’t say what’s in it. One of the weird parts about looking this way is that soap was only really good for my hand-paws, which was a cursed term for my hands.
Once I was done with my bath, I changed into my pajamas and went to bed.
The next morning, I changed into the outfit for the day. It was a hoodie with a baggy pair of pants to hide my tail. After putting on some shoes, I decided to get myself a mask to fully cover any part of me from view.
The doorbell rang. I ran to the door to see both Emily and Jane standing in front of the door. I opened the door and said, “Come in. I’ll reveal my face when I’m ready.” They nodded and entered the mansion.
Emily and Jane sat down on one of the couches. I sat on a recliner across from them and asked, “What proof do you need that I’m Scarlett?”
Jane smirked as her mischievous mind was doubtlessly thinking about something. It seemed some things never changed. “If you’re really Scarlett, which of us is your favorite?” she asked as she tapped her fingers.
I sighed. “Jane, you want me to say it’s you, right? I’ve been gone for so long that I’ve forgotten which, if any, of you I prefer over the other.”
“Avoiding the question! That’s Scarlett for sure!” Jane shouted as she stood up. Emily continued to examine me.
Emily tilted her head and asked, “Is there anything else? I find it hard to believe that you survived for fifteen years after being kidnapped.”
I nodded. “Fair enough. How about this for proof?” I tossed several items on the table. Childhood pictures, an old digital recorder, and even an old letter that Emily gave me. My friends rushed to the table and started sorting through all the evidence.
Emily grabbed the recorder and played the audio. “Welcome to Scarlett and Emily Resorts. Our desk may be an upside-down tote, but our pillow forts are the best around!” the voice of my eight-year-old self announced.
“Mr. Felix, we’re so glad to have you here!” the voice of eight-year-old Emily shouted as the cat gave a confused meow.
When the recording finished, Emily stared at me and shouted, “My God, you are the real Scarlett!” Jane nodded and a big smile erupted on her face.
“Take off the hoodie! Surely they didn’t disfigure you as badly as Emily suggested your kidnappers did!” Jane shouted with excitement as she looked like a child in a candy shop.
With a sigh, I took off my mask and hood. Emily gasped in shock as her face became pale. Jane, on the other hand, had her smile stretch as far as possible as it seemed like my new appearance was a dream come true.
“You’re a fox?” Emily asked as she backed up. She looked between the evidence and my face, presumably trying to make sense of everything. “How is it even possible? Disregarding the insane transformation, foxes normally aren’t humanoid!”
Jane walked up to me and shouted, “You’re so cool! You’re like a real-life cartoon character! Tell me, do you shed a lot? Do rabbits make you hungry? Do you like dog treats? Can you make fox sounds?”
I placed my hands on her shoulders and said, “Calm down, big girl. The answer to all the questions is no. Now, besides my odd appearance, I’m still the same Scarlett that you know and love. And I can still eat chocolate by way. Despite my vulpine appearance, my diet is still human.”
Emily shook her head as she approached me. She shook my hand and said, “This is insane, but after the reveal of the Qarri, I guess nothing should be too crazy. They were your kidnappers, weren’t they?”
“Yep.”
“Figures,” she replied. “Our world has become a science fiction novel. How do you feel?”
I smiled as I sat down. “At first, I was scared. I wanted to look normal again. Finding out that I couldn’t become normal again prompted me to accept that this is my new appearance after fifteen years.” I crossed my legs and asked, “But enough about that. How have your lives been?”
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Sisters
A few weeks after my reunion with my friends, Dad told me everything that happened while I was gone. Arthur went to college and really got into politics while Amanda decided to hitch off on her own until I returned. Dad frowned at me and said, “Scarlett, through it all, we never lost hope. We were sure you were alive out there, somewhere. To see you here brings joy to my heart that our faith wasn’t misplaced. I don’t care if you became a literal vixen, you’re still my little Rose!” He hugged me as tightly as his frail body could.
“Thank you, Dad! I lost hope that I’d ever be free, but then Quentin came along and gave me a new chance at life!” I cried as I hugged him back. However, while I loved my fiancé, this day was about my family.
Dad ruffled my fur. “Scarlett, we’ll discuss more tomorrow. I have an appointment to attend this evening for my chemotherapy.” With that, he limped out with his cane in hand.
Once he and Mom were in the car, I plopped down on the couch and turned on the TV. As I was going to pop some popcorn, Amanda’s footsteps approached me. “What do you want?” I asked with irritation as I turned around. My older sister was wearing her crock top and short shorts. She had her arms crossed as she glared.
“You’re stealing my father’s love from me again, you freak! You act all innocent, but I see through those eyes and know the truth! You take joy in stealing his affection!” Amanda yelled as she punched the wall.
“I’ve been missing for fifteen years, Amanda! Of course Dad would want to catch up on all the time he lost!” I shouted back. The microwave beeped, but I was more focused on my sister and her jealousy.
“It’s always about you, Scarlett! It always has been! They see you as their little angel and think you can do no wrong! It’s about time that you know resemble the lap dog that you are!” Amanda shouted before holding out her fists. She punched the air and stared at me.
I held my hands up. “Amanda, I don’t want to fight you. We’re sisters and should care for one another. Fighting would accomplish nothing, only widening the rift between us.”
My sister smirked as she pulled out her phone. “You should’ve stayed a slave, fox sister! I’m going to make you regret ever returning!” With a quick dial, Amanda said, “Invite everyone over to the mansion. We have a party to partake in.”
I was going to leave when several bikers walked up to the front and back doors. Amanda invited them in, saying, “Okay gang, it’s time to have the party of our lives! Don’t worry about the fox, she’s our servant for the day!”
I crossed my arms and asked, “You and what army?” The click of several guns made me bow down and surrender. While I had the psionic powers to defeat the bikers, I didn’t want to ruin the living room in the process. It was better to play along and let the moment pass.
As the biker gang streamed in, they tracked mud with every step. They plopped down on the couches and clapped their hands. “Wench, give us some beer!” one of the men shouted. I sighed as I walked into the kitchen.
Knowing their preferences, I grabbed all the beer we had. I walked back to the group and started handing out the alcohol. Most of the bikers yanked the beer off the tray, splashing some on themselves and the couches. Quite a few bikers lit their cigarettes in the mansion, filling the air with the foul smell. Amanda laughed as she grabbed her beer. I turned to walk away, only for Amanda to grab my shirt and pour the beer down it. “Oops, my bad!” she sarcastically apologized.
I went back into the kitchen and started preparing the burgers. Cooking burgers for ten people was quite the task when each biker wanted a double meat cheeseburger with all the toppings and condiments. With a practiced motion, I made the balls of meat, careful to wear gloves so my fur didn’t get in it. Once there were twenty balls of ground beef, I started cooking the first batch of six. As I watched the burgers brown, I heard Amanda clap. “Servant, bring me some more beer!” she shouted. I gave her a can of beer and quickly ran back to the kitchen.
While the burgers were cooking, I decided to start work on the fries. I wasn’t good at frying stuff, but I knew my sister would complain about the lack of fries to complement her meal. Now, cutting the fries would prove to be quite the challenge as a deafening noise made me flinch. The bikers were playing obnoxious loud metal music in the living room while watching a gory action movie.
I walked back into the living room and asked loudly, “Would you like your onions raw or grilled?” Thankfully, the answers came back with each biker’s preference, though not without some jokes about having a double patty deluxe on a raft four-by-four animal-style or two number nines.
As I chopped up the onions to grill some, Amanda demanded, “Put jalapenos on mine and grill them along with the buns! I refuse to eat a burger without spice!” I shook my head and started grilling some jalapeno.
After a while, I walked into the living room with the first three burgers. Each had a layer of Monterey Jack and a layer of Swiss like they wanted. When I handed the first burger to Amanda, she bit into it and frowned. “Hey stupid, you didn’t put enough mustard on the burger! Give me the bottle, now!”
I ran back into the kitchen and grabbed the mustard bottle out of the refrigerator. A sigh escaped my lips as I had a feeling of what was going to happen next. When I returned with the bottle, two bikers held me in place as Amanda opened the bottle. I closed my eyes. She squeezed the bottle, squirting the mustard in my face. I wanted to scream at her, but I knew her goons would just beat me up for that. Instead, I stayed silent and grabbed some ketchup. This time, Amanda squirted the ketchup onto my clothes.
“I think I’m going to need a bath after today,” I said to Amanda as I wiped the mustard away from my eyes.
“Hmm. I don’t think so,” she replied before pointing at the kitchen. “Now go back there and prepare the other burgers! We don’t have all day!”
I ran back into the kitchen and worked on the remaining burgers and fries. As I did so, one of the biker men entered and stared at me. “Hello there, Miss Exotic. You’re quite the fox lady if you know what I mean,” he flirted, my stomach churning as I heard his words. He sounded like a creep, and I feared for my own safety.
“I’m a committed woman,” I replied as I flipped the patties.
He laughed as he started petting my fur. “C’mon darling, what’s the fun in relationships without some infidelity? I’m sure you can give me a once in a lifetime experience.”
I slapped his hand off my fur, only to get punched in the face for it. I could feel a black eye forming as he laughed. “No one rejects me!” he shouted before touching me.
“Slick, cut it out! You’re going a bit too far!” Amanda shouted.
Slick smirked and handed me a slip of paper. “Here’s my number if you want some fun.”
Once he was out of the kitchen, I had the rest of the burgers and fries ready. I walked out and handed everyone their correct plates. Once it was done, I reentered the kitchen and finished wiping all the mustard and ketchup off me. The stench stuck around, but I would have to deal with that later. I grabbed another round of beers and handed them to every biker there.
When they finished the beer, two of the thugs grabbed me. Amanda walked over and said with a smirk, “Due to your great service, we decided to give you some dessert. How is Mississippi Mud?”
“Haven’t you tormented me enough?” I asked as I glared at her.
Amanda scratched her chin. “Hmm. I still have fifteen years of lost affection to take out on you. But don’t worry, today’s service has taken off two days,” she said as if she was being reasonable. She walked over to the door and opened it up.
The thugs dragged me out and were about to toss me in the mud when Amanda stopped them. “Hold up there! You need to take off her shirt and pants first so the mud will get into her fur! Remember, freaks like her need special consideration when punished!” The thugs then took off my shirt and pants, leaving me in my underwear. Amanda looked at me and growled, “You better be grateful I still respect your dignity to an extent.”
The thugs threw me into the mud. They took the time to coat me in it, getting most of my fur and my hair. Once they were satisfied, Amanda let them go. She looked down at me and mocked, “Bad girl! How many times do we have to tell not to roll in the mud? Now you’re going to need a bath!” But to make the humiliation really stand out, Amanda slapped a collar on me. I looked at the nametag, which read:
Scarlett
If lost, call (123)555-1456.
Warning: She is a dangerous dog. Do not let near children.
I cried as I ran up the stairs, the nametag mockingly jingling with every step. Grabbing my clothes, I ran into one of the bathrooms and started the tub. I took the collar off and saw my tearful face reflected on it. I wanted to be strong, but Amanda worked feverishly to tear me down and make me hate myself.
As I lowered into the water, I realized that I was going to need several baths to take off the mud and rid myself of the stench of beer, ketchup, and mustard.
When I finished my multiple baths, I shook the water out of my fur before drying myself with the towel. I put on a new set of clothes before walking to the washing machine and placing my stained shirt, pants, and underwear into it.
As I waited, a knock came to the front door. I ran to answer it, only to be cut off by Amanda, who reached it first. “Mom, Dad, Scarlett went feral and messed up the living room!” she cried with fake tears as she showed the living room.
The room was a mess. Couches were slashed, electronics broken, and even the windows were shattered. Dad looked away as Mom took deep breaths. Once Mom was done, she screamed in a voice far more terrifying than her short stature would imply, “Amanda, you jerk! I know you’re the one who did this since Scarlett never acts like this!”
“But Mom, you can’t deny the clawed-up furniture! Only someone with claws can cause that damage!”
“Or someone with a knife!” I retorted as I stood up for myself. “Amanda forced me to serve her biker friends as they tore up the house and tormented me!”
Mom sniffed the air. Despite her human nose, she caught a whoof of something. “Amanda poured beer down your shirt, didn’t she?”
“Yes, Mom,” I replied as I looked at Amanda.
Mom walked up to Amanda and jabbed a finger at her chest. “Amanda Lily Campbell, you are in so much trouble for what you did! You’re a full-grown adult and yet you acted like this! We’re trying to raise respectable members of society, not animals!”
Amanda pointed at me and shouted back, “Then what about her? You call me an animal when there’s a fox right behind you!”
“Don’t even go there!” Mom growled, sending a shiver down my spine. She pointed at everything. “You are going to fix everything you messed up! That’s your punishment!” As Mom and Dad walked to their room, Amanda continued pointing at me.
“Scarlett’s the one who truly did it! You’re just too obsessed with her to realize that she’s a little demon pretending to be your daughter! She doesn’t even look like my sister!” Amanda lied. When no one listened, she growled at me.
“Watch your back, vixen! Next time we meet, I will get my revenge!” she growled.