I was not happy with this situation. Why do I have to ride with my enemy? Ah, my heart doesn't listen to me. It's depressing. But I need to endure this torment. Why do I have to bear this again and again? It doesn't make sense.
I sat down in the front seat beside my enemy. I had never been in his car before. He didn't like me, and we had never spent time alone. It felt like a date. What was I thinking? Dating? Me and my enemy? Bullshit. I could still remember the day he left me alone in the rain.
We were in high school at that time. Claude was two years older than me, so he was already in his third year. He played basketball skillfully, and his cold demeanor intimidated his enemies. I always watched his tournaments. I smiled cheerfully and supported him wholeheartedly.
My mind was not that stupid; I knew he wouldn't appreciate it, but I still chased him shamelessly. Everyone at school knew this fact and mocked me behind my back. He didn't even realize I was being bullied at school.
He didn't like me, so he spread the word that I was just an adoptive girl with no manners or virtue. The whole school bullied me harshly. They mocked me to my face, stepped on me, locked me in bathrooms, and did many other cruel things. It was like being a dirty female lead who entered an elite high school on a scholarship.
Usually, the impoverished female lead gets bullied at school, but the male lead falls for her. Compared to that, I was a noble girl who got bullied, and the male lead hated me like I was the villain instead. If I were the villain, why was I the one getting bullied? A villain is supposed to bully others, but in this case, I was the one who suffered instead.
My body was wounded and bruised, but I never told anyone. Not even my adoptive parents knew. I covered the marks with makeup, and makeup was my expertise, so it wasn't difficult for me to hide them. I could only cry in silence.
My biological parents didn't want me, and even at school, no one wanted me. It felt like I was the enemy of the entire school. Did Claude know about my situation? Of course, he just closed his eyes like it had nothing to do with him.
"You don't want to save your little sister?" someone said mockingly.
"Sister? I don't have a sister like her. Why should I waste my precious time saving her?" Claude replied coldly and walked away indifferently.
"Hahaha, see? No one wants to save you," someone laughed.
Claude never protected me, so everyone dared to lay a hand on me and step on me. In my imagination, a brother is supposed to protect his little sister, but I knew I wasn't really his sister, so why would he save me? My life meant nothing to him.
I knew he didn't like me, but my heart kept encouraging me to try harder. Love is not something you can control, and you can't force someone to love you either.
When he won the competition, I walked toward him and handed him a clean towel, but he threw it away. It fell to the ground, and he stepped on it angrily.
"Brother?" I called out dejectedly.
"Don't call me brother. It's disgusting. And don't show your face in front of me—it makes me want to vomit," he said those cruel words in front of his friends.
He mocked me in front of them. His friends were the only ones who didn't bully me, but they didn't protect me either. They just let people bully me and never tried to intervene. I didn't know if they were good or bad people.
The competition ended late, and Claude had already gone home alone. I just stood there, unmoving. The rain fell, soaking my clothes. There were no taxis, so I walked home. I got sick the next day. I never told my adoptive parents, nor did Claude threaten me into silence.
Maybe he never cared whether I told them or not. My adoptive parents were distant from Claude anyway. His attitude worsened every day, and he barely spoke with them.
Now that I think about it, it's normal for him to hate me. I stole his family from him. He treated me coldly and harshly—it's understandable. Maybe? I don't know what a real family feels like. And it's not like I can ask anyone. I don't have any friends.
In novels, the big brother always gives the best to his little sister. I've never experienced anything like that. The brother pampers her, takes care of her, treats her like a princess in the palm of his hand.
Of course, I've never felt that. I don't know what it feels like to be pampered. I wish I did, but it's impossible. I have to continue living this nightmare life. No one ever asked if I was happy or not. No one ever knew if I was pleased or not.
I tried very hard to get Claude's affection and attention, but I never knew that this was one of the reasons he hated me.
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