Well, mine's not evil, but she's done some pretty messed up things, as you can see from this excerpt
Maybe I should have gone anyway - just to spite Kattar. Just to make his blood boil.
I was angry at him for bursting my bubble, for simultaneously shoving me aside and outside of the pretty perfect world his mother wanted to bring me into - that I wanted to - needed to be part of.
But that was forever ago. I was just sixteen - and hurt and angry…
I’m 28 now - angry and hurt.
If he does love me, I wish he would have just said so instead of fighting against my happiness - with him and without.
Do you want me or not, idiot?! If you love me then say so - instead of trying to keep me in a little box - a princess in a tower - just in case -
Just in case he ever does decide to condescend to say something.
If I was a little louder, I’d say it to his face. But it’s never been my way…
When my mother did die, my senior year - after 3 years of rehab - and relapse - and rehab again - I think it was Kattar’s obvious, albeit quiet, disapproval that kept Mrs. Moon from going through with her plan of adopting me.
So maybe he wanted a girlfriend instead of a sister - maybe.
A part of me - maybe all of me, hopes that he does - hopes that that pained, quiet fire I see in his eyes is because he likes me too - and I hope it hurts - just as much as his silence hurt me - hurts me.
It’s been twelve years and I’m bitter. It’s been twelve years and I don’t - don’t care.
It’s not every day you get to break your heartbreaker's heart.