Trudy stopped living the bitter memories the second Sandra came back with two glasses and a 2,000 dollars worth, Dom Perignon White Gold Brut bottle of champagne that Sandra must've took from their parents' sacred liquor basement.

Trudy didn't want to challenge her chances, since it was a miracle enough that Sandra approved of her drinking, but apparently she had a big mouth. "You've been ignoring me lately," Trudy stated.

Sandra filled the two glasses generously with the glittering champagne before she placed the bottle on her makeup stand. She shrugged, handing Trudy her glass. "Yeah, school been a bitch lately."

Trudy glanced at the office room as she took the first sip, hating the taste but knowing it would help her cope with her issues. "Yeah, you have to make your own fashion show, right?" Trudy nodded at the high standards of Leonardo da Vinci Institue For Art And Design. "How far are you with the dresses?"

"Final touches," Sandra said, looking like a diva as she drank her fancy beverage despite being in pyjamas. "The hardest part has yet to come - I have to get them trailered where so many things can go wrong."

"You'll be fine," Trudy reassured, because it was true. Sandra could manage herself with ease no matter what situation she was in. Trudy was feeling a little out of place because she wasn't used to her sister being so nice to her - she's freaking comforting me. Sandra knew her sister was in a bad shape yet she didn't use that in her advantage and shame Trudy like usual. Trudy was glad that the awkwardness didn't linger any longer since a couple of drinks later, both girls were tipsy.

Sandra shrugged down another glass, her shoulders swaying as she let out a woohoo. Sandra's brown eyes were dazed as they gazed at Trudy. "I haven't felt this good in so long, it's nice to lose control every once and a while."

Trudy drowned her own cup. "Yeah, can't relate." If there was one thing Trudy was scared shitless from then it was losing control. Trudy had to stay in charge or else all the doubts and whispers inside her head would get to her, feeding her with even more insecurities and self-hatred.

"You know what we should do? We should confess our darkest secrets!" Sandra gushed, a completely different person since she was nearing drunk. "I'll regret this when I sober up but fuck it. I'll go first - I was always so jealous of you."

Trudy's eyebrows rose at the words despite her slow reaction. "Of me?" It didn't make sense, what was there to be jealous of? She was fat, silently shy, and awkward. Trudy refused to believe her sister, reckoning that it was one of her strategies to obtain more dirt on her. I'm not falling for those tricks again.

"Yes, you," Sandra crossed her eyes, which was a disturbing picture enough. Trudy liked drunk Sandra for her silliness and 'normality' since usual Sandra was so up high and confident it was absurd, but Trudy couldn't still warm her heart enough to trust her. "God," Sandra shook her head, a hint of a smile playing around her full lips. "I remember how upset I was whenever you got to sleep in our parents' bedroom because you were afraid or some shit but they always kicked me out because I was apparently 'old enough to take care of myself.' You stole my spotlight when you were born, and everything changed, even Christmas because I had to share the presents. I even removed your name to put mine."

Sandra took a deep breath after her blabber. "See? I was totally jealous that I didn't realize I messed you up."

If it was any other day, then Trudy would have mistaken the crazy glint in her sister's eyes as mockery. It could be the drinks or Trudy's illusions, but Trudy could distinguish a flash of an apologetic sincerity in Sandra's glare. Trudy could snap and yell at Sandra for ruining her for good, but it wasn't like that would change anything. Trudy wanted so bad to have someone by her side, someone she could trust, someone she could lean into - preferably her sister - and if that meant swallowing down the painful past and starting over, Trudy was ready to do it.

Instead of plotting numerous revenge plans, Trudy was ready to forgive for once.

"There's more," Sandra slurred, "Sanderson and I broke up, and we're not coming back together this time because things got intense with me and his mom. Well, it's not my bad his mom is such an annoying bitch, god."

Okay, that had to sober Trudy. She had been dying to ask what was up between Sandra and Sanderson ever since she got that text from Sanderson in the mall, but Trudy knew it would upset Sandra. Besides, it wasn't like Sandra woud've opened up her heart anyways, so Sandra casually talking about her issues right now was like a dream come true for Trudy.

"Oh, and guess what?" Sandra spurred out to a gossip-hungry Trudy, "I'm also one month pregnant."

"Wait, what?" Trudy flinched at the bullet. "You're one month pregnant? It can't be..." Trudy's brown eyes shifted from a spot to another, not believing that her calculating sister allowed such a mistake to happen to her. Trudy's gaze snapped to Sandra after reaching a sudden realization. "But you drank the other day when you talked with Justin - Hell, you're drinking right now."

No wonder Sandra was so considerate back then - it must've been the hormones. Trudy attempted to take the glass of glittering champagne from her sister's grasp but Sandra was just fast enough to dodge it. "It doesn't matter." Sandra giggled, seemingly carefree about 'its' safety. "Sanderson doesn't want it, and there's no way in hell I'm raising it on my own."

Sandra was all about reputation and social image, so she was well aware at the blame and judgment she would receive if she became a single mother. She was still young for such a responsibility and she had a fashion career and her dreams to pursue. Sandra didn't sound strong and independent but weak and fragile. Trudy's third eye opened for the first time, and instead of seeing a selfish bad bitch, she saw a broken afraid female.

"Wow," Trudy heaved out, "You look so... real."

"We all have insecurities, little sis," Sandra's shaky hands poured another glass - fifth or sixth, I lost count - as she sighed in sadness. "No one is perfect. I mean, look at me - I spend thousands of dollars to get my hair and my nails and eyebrows done and have to wear contacts all the damn time during the day, I'm a whole different person at night, and then in the weekends, I have to play innocent and goodie-two-shoes in front of our parents. I'm living more than one life, I get stuck in between and I even forget who I am sometimes. It gets exhausting and it literally wears my soul down."

Trudy had no idea what to say to that. She was still not over the fact that her sister was carrying a life inside of her, leave alone planning to kill it and all that switching personalities talk. Trudy shook her head, getting to the beginning of it. "When and how did it happen?"

"I said I'm a month pregnant, genius," Sandra retorted, "I don't think you want to know how," Sandra's face formed into a distorted grin. "But it happened in that party before you dragged me to Evangeline's sad excuse of a house. I didn't want to but Sanderson did - that asshole, if he just listens to me for once."

Trudy remembered, that night was when Eva called Trudy over because she was feeling lonely so Trudy used it in her advantage and surprised her with Zarek inside her room. She had to beg Zarek - ew - but she thought the end result would be worth it, but it seemed like it backfired since it overwhelmed Eva. Sandra was particularly salty that night and it seemed like Trudy just found out why.

"Okay," Trudy nodded, finally gasping the situation. "You need to stop drinking, Sandra, you can kill it. This is a life we're talking about-"

"Oh, please," Sandra dismissed with her hand that looked bare without the extravagant nails and outrageous jewelry. "You're talking like you're innocent. You destroyed more lives - all those you bullied and exposed, and let's not forget about Evangeline."

"That's different-"

"Well, since I just spilled my guts to you," Sandra interrupted, a sly smirk on her face. "It's only fair if you do the same."

Trudy saw it coming but she dreaded this moment. She sighed, running her hand through her wavy hair. "What do you want to know?"

"How was it when you got off with your middle school teacher?" Sandra said, her glaring eyes suddenly more focused than a second ago. "It must've been hot; the forbidden romance. I still can't believe you did that, to be honest."

Neither can I. Trudy didn't want to talk about her troublesome past, but she felt obliged to after all of Sandra's confession. Besides, they were actually bonding - mom was right. "The thing is..." Despite the intoxication Trudy had been gulping, the nerves still got to her. She could hear the pumps of her blood in her ears and the sweat forming in her hairline and the contractions of her vocal chords. Trudy cleared her throat, staring over. "The thing is that I'm actually a virgin."

"What?" Sandra nearly spilled her glass, brown eyes widened and completely sobered up. "You're can't be a virgin, you said that-"

"I know what I said to the lawyers," Trudy interrupted, closing her eyes for how gullible she must have been in the past to dig her own grave like that. "I never went all the way with him. I mean, he wanted to, but I guess his suggestion of self-defense classes backfired on him. Afterwards, he told me that losing my virginity can be done by something as simple as a kiss, so I said to mom and dad and all the lawyers that I lost it."

"You're so stupid," Sandra hissed, looking like a possessed bitch that was out of control, "Did you know how much money we had to pay him to keep his mouth shut and not take it into court when you were innocent this entire time?"

Trudy glared back, hating herself and how much she deserved Sandra's judgement. "Well, if someone taught me what it was to lose your virginity, or what sexual harassment was, or who pedophiles were, then maybe I wouldn't have ended up where I did."

Sandra didn't hear her, too engulfed in her rage. "And what's with the recording? I still can't get over the horrendous things you said in it. How can you say such shameless things?"

"I didn't know what half the words I was saying meant at the time." Trudy blushed, averting her embarrassed gaze. "That was another reason I didn't say the truth. It would have been my word against my word, and people believe what they want to anyways."

"You're crazy," Sandra shook her head, looking at Trudy as if she was a disgusting handbag dupe. "I can't believe I helped you. I should've left you bleed to death the first and the second time. Get out of my room, I don't want to be with such a stupid hoe."

Trudy was too dumbfounded to protest against Sandra's pushes. Next thing Trudy knew, she was standing in the hallway when Sandra slammed the door shut in her face. Trudy blinked a couple of times, trying to process the situation and understand it. Sandra was such a hypocrite - she was the one pregnant and about to have an abortion yet she just shamed Trudy for maintaining her virginity.

Trudy's gold iPhone buzzed in her pockets. Trudy's body reacted on its own and unlocked the phone, reading the text she just received from Sanderson. Finally, some happy news. The sadist in Trudy churned, glad that she wasn't the only one in pain.

"Just sent three guys after Zarek. Ps: you're going to LOVE this ;)"

we don't want any more victims of molestation and harassment, so please, talk to your kids, listen to them, teach them about the dangers of the world.