bullseye . ryan
Sept 29, 2020 7:44:39 GMT -5
Post by k!ah on Sept 29, 2020 7:44:39 GMT -5
O L I V I A
Luna Goodwin irked me off to no end.
The woman was strong and beautiful and a total powerhouse. But when it came down to herself and her twin she always seemed to hold back. To appear lesser than she was and that made my blood boil, my lips to pout and my hands to find a sturdy hold of my hips. I couldn't understand why she felt inferior to her brother. Was it that they shared blood? that he was her twin? or was it something different? Deeper and more complex than meets the eye?
All I knew was that when she did had the balls to prove her worth her father realised the burning fire of hell onto her. Berating her in front of the entire class. Treating her like a piece of trash that got caught to the bottom of his expensive (ugly) looking shoes. And I wanted to punch him in the face. Knock his lights out. I hated people who thought of themselves above the rest. Honey, please, get down off your high horse, cause your shit don't smell like roses any more than my own.
But like the rest of the class I stay silent. Watching as she took verbal blow after blow. By now my blood was on fire. My fists balled tightly. Why did she stay silent? Why didn't she stand up for herself? Questions that I already knew the answer too. Because it wasn't worth the waste of breath. Because no matter what, you would always been seen as less. I could come home with the perfect grades, feedback that may even impress the fucking Capitol and yet mother would find the hidden smudge on perfectly cleaned glass, a reminder me of my place. A reminder that, in her eyes, I won't ever be my sister.
So instead of handing her that almost perfect glass I give her a dirty one. Finger prints and dirt smeared onto the crystal. It was always easier to disappoint than impress.
That day Luna had walked from the training centre quietly and on her own, belittled and wounded, tail between legs.
A stark comparison to the situation I've walked into this pleasant evening.
Before me is a familiar scene. Luna on one side, fingers clutching the handle of a knife so tightly that her knuckles have turned white. A glint in her eye, she'd snapped. Blade ready to rip open the unprotected flesh of her fathers throat, to bluntly end the next line of crap that he was about to expel from a mouth that needed a sock in it.
As tempting as it was to potentially watch a man of pure arrogance meet his rightful place among the termites was, I knew that making a father slayer out of Luna Goodwin would be a mistake. Therefore instead of lurking in the shadows I make my presence known, stepping in with a charming smile I wrap an arm around Luna's shoulders. "Hey, Goodwin, what have we got here! Father of the year?" I mock, icy gaze turned towards the man whose forehead was starting to show his age. "You know, sir, you keep frowning like that and you're going to need some botox. Pity botox can't hide how ugly you are. For that you might need to try and find a new personality."