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MADDOX
We spent Christmas morning opening presents,
most of which were for the baby. Ironically, it
was the first Christmas I celebrated with my
family, in over eighteen years… and it would be my last.
“Oh! Look at this cute onesie.” Bianca cooed and dug
into more presents. Her mom had sent her two dozen
parcels for Christmas. I pressed my thumbs into the back of
my neck and massaged the tensed muscles there. I was
bored out of my mind.
My mother sipped her tea slowly, eyeing Bianca with
distrust. That look, again. To say my mother didn’t like
Bianca, one bit, was an understatement. In fact, she didn’t
hide it. She openly scorned Bianca, gave her the dirty
looks, was quick to shut her down, if Bianca ever said
anything concerning our family.
My mother barely tolerated her presence and did
everything to show Bianca that she was an outsider and
wasn’t welcomed in our home. I kinda felt bad. Well, not
really.
I never thought Savannah Coulter had the capacity to…
hate. She had always been so mellow. But Bianca,
apparently, brought out that side of her. The don’t-fuckwith-me-and-I-think-you’re-pure-bullshit
side.