#mywro

[tetriminoe]

Celine's chest heaved, her body shaking and stooped over as rage slowly boiled inside her. The man before her calm, composed and ever the picture of perfection as he must always be. Shaking her head Celine finally snapped out of her ear ringing fury to speak.

"You think I don't KNOW what a shit person I've been?!" Her voice was a mess, she held nothing back in volume or emotion as it cracked and rose. She jabbed herself in the chest with a finger as she stared down her ex husband, yelling. "Of fucking course I know what a piece of shit I am MARK! I CHEATED on you, while not comparable to the fucking psychopathy of what you pulled I still broke a vow of trust and I used people."

Celine continued to speak, tears rushing out of red, dull eyes. "That..house. It changed all of us -ABUP!" She abruptly held up a hand to silence Mark's dispute. "Oh I admit full blame, my actions are my own that house didn't pick William up and fuck him into me."

She growled her words, reveling for just a moment at Mark's disgusted wince. "That house didn't make us what we weren't on the way to becoming already. I already had the capacity to actually walk away when you pushed me away, to use your best friend for comfort from you shutting me off even though I knew he loved me."

Celine pushed her hand through her wild unkempt hair, chipped nails catching and pulling on strands. "god, William." She quickly shook off the thought. "I know what I am, I admit what I was but that house pushed us to the brink of our capability for depravity and even with that admission." Her brown eyes were dark and cloudy and trained solely on Mark. "you still are the sickest one of all of us."

Mark laughed "Oh do elaborate how anything I did was undeserved and trumps your whorish betrayal that I'm so glad you've finally matured enough to admit to." Condescension dripped off his words and sent a foul odor in the air making Celine sicker than her emotions were.

Now well and truly screaming, she stepped forward with a stomp, eyes wide and trained on Mark. "YOU KILLED ME -"

"Well, -"

"NO!" Celine cut off, hands shaking. "LET ME MOTHERFUCKING FINISH!! YOU, you sick fuck, KILLED ME WHILE WEARING THE SKIN OF MY BROTHER!!" Celine's tears were now coming in streams. "DID YOU EVER THINK ABOUT WHAT THAT WOULD DO TO ME? TO HAVE THE KIND BROWN EYES OF MY BELOVED TWIN STARING DOWN AT ME WITH HATE AS I TOOK MY LAST BREATH?" Her voice was high and screeching as emotion overtook her.

"NO! BECAUSE ALL THAT MATTERED WAS YOU AND YOUR FUCKING STORY." Finally, Celine buckled under her own stress falling to her knees with a sob, the yelling subsided. "The fucked up part is how much I loved you. God, I loved you so much. I remember Damien bringing you home. We were ten, and mother was losing it because Damien brought home a 'poor' child but you didn't show it. From your hair to your clothes you were, even then, a man who knew what he wanted and how to make life give it to him and I remember peeking around a banister and thinking "I'm gonna marry him - and I did." The last three words broke into a whisper that ended with a solum sigh.

Rubbing her eyes with the sleeves of her shirt, Celine's body shook with the force of her bottled emotions. "I sometimes dream of our life, if that house hadn't existed. We'd be sitting in heaven while our great grandkids talk about their weird silent film star relative." Her sobs morphed to laughter for a moment before quickly calming down.

"I could have done more, I know I could have. I could have said no when you pushed me away, beat down your door and demand you be the husband I knew you were but I didn't and that's on me." Finally her head rose to once again stare him down as she stood up, shaking but confident. "However, that's the difference between you and me, there's actually blood on your hands and the blood of innocents -"

Mark tsked, clicking his tongue. "says the woman who decieved the innocent I'm saving "

Sucking in a breath through her teeth Celine responded. "Yes I used them and their love of my brother, and if anything I regret it cause it gave you a chance to swoop in and manipulative their vulnerability. I admit and regret that and will do what I can to get them away from you." Exhaling shakily an eerie calm took over.

"but none of this matters... you're already on something else - and feel nothing ultimately-" at this Mark have a shrug and chuckled

"well venting seemed to be doing you some good so might as well let you run free, even if it makes no sense." The mocking laugh the snake hissed out gave Celine a pull in her gut but only got a "heh" of a chuckle out of her.

"I knew this was a waste of her time."

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